Guess who it is? Look who has returned from the void to talk to you wastes of flesh! It's me, your lovable and benevolent-ish psychotic and possibly (but most definitely) murderous lord!
Who missed me?

Well now, this has the potential to be quite interesting.

I say quite, because it's much more likely that you're all delusional rather than telling the truth. I mean, the idea that there really is a cross-dimensional meeting point out there and it's on the internet of all places is... well, it's fantastical, to say the least. But when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth, and all that.

I don't suppose any of you have proof, do you? Anecdotal stories should suffice; I doubt you're up to my standards of deception, even through the medium of text. Professional con artists need not apply, by the way - I've heard all that before. It'd just get tedious.

[ooc: Vivi here with a new character! He's supposed to be almost supernaturally observant, so let me know if there's anything in particular you'd like him to notice and point out. :) I'll do my best, otherwise~ Forgive any slowness; his voice is very new to me.]

I find myself in a bit of a predicament.

Here I am, on the fifth computer today, and I have yet to find myself a way to navigate away from this message board. As interesting as you all may be, I have some vital research to complete, and a stud to find. So help me out here.

If this is some sort of website of the supernatural, who runs it, and what can they be bribed with to let me go? I have a slight deadline I'm working with here, if you don't mind. I would really appreciate the information.

Please. This could mean life or death.

Hey, guys. I'm...Danny Phantom. Phantom. Not Inviso-Bill or whatever the media's calling me now. I really need a publicist.

And I doubt any of you guys would believe my whole background and whatever, but I have a couple questions about this place. I heard from, uh...other people that weird things happen and even people from other worlds are connected here.

Anyone know how all of that's possible? I thought the Ghost Zone was confusing enough connecting different times on Earth together, unless there is a ghost behind all this. If it's Technus again, I swear I'll lose my mind, but either way, I need to find out. If anyone even knows.


[ooc; general hidden username/ip rules for characters with secret identities apply, please~]

I seek advice from this community on a purely superficial subject.

I was told not to search for materials pertaining to myself... And now that I have learned that in some parallel worlds I am a fictionalized character I find myself wanting more and more to find these materials.

Is there anyone here who has researched themselves?

[[Video opens on a police officer looking quite confused at his computer. He’s clicking things, mumbling to “work!”, but that’s apparently not happening. He finally gives up, nearly tossing the mouse in the process before noticing that the camera has turned on. He stares at it directly, intensely, obviously not a man to be messed with at the moment. He has a proper British accent as he speaks.]]

If anyone on this website, this “DramaDramaDuck,” could explain to me why, exactly, it is my computer cannot go back to the Metropolitan site, that would be most appreciated.

I suppose I should introduce myself if I’m going to demand something like this. Police Constable Nicholas Angel with the Metropolitan Police Service here. I'd like to get back to my work if I could; I have quite a bit of paperwork to process thanks to Operation Crackdown. You may have heard of it in the local papers, if you keep up with that sort of thing. I'm not exactly proud of how it went down, but the case has been busted wide open, and that's all that really matters. In this case, the means justified the end, if you ask me.


[[He sighs a little, rubbing his forehead.]]


I suppose I'm being testy. I really just need to figure out a way to get back to the Metropolitan site in order to finish my duties and get to go home...it's been a long day. Again, an explanation would be highly appreciated.


[[He looks over his shoulder at someone calling his name, and the feed cuts off.]]




[[ooc. the badass has entered the building! he's not going to believe a word anyone says, really, but he's going to be writing EVERYTHING down in his notepad, so don't be surprised if he later refers to something you said over 9000 years ago. XD oh, and all replies will be text since he doesn't want to seem schizo talking to his computer about multidimensional worldhopping and the like. \o\]]

Hello, DramaDramaDuck. My name is Oyashiro, and I am the god of the world Hinamizawa. It is very nice to meet you all. I was wondering how gods from other worlds act...

((Is a fake intro, yus. And all replies assumed anon!))

DramaDramaDuck? Heh. Nice name. I’m not going to bother trying to make nice with most of you. I’m not really interested in any one of you. The only reason I’m here is because I’m looking for a few people and my search happened to lead me to this ridiculous corner of the internet.

First off, I’m looking for a man named Leon S. Kennedy. We’re old friends and I’m overdue for a visit. Second, if I could be pointed in the general direction of either Ada Wong or Albert Wesker that would be nice. But I realize they’re both harder to track down than Leon. And as for me, you all can call me Krauser.

Me: Looking for a friend (or more!) to spend leisure time with, take to corporate functions and events- and simply enjoy each other's company.

Age: Young enough to drive a sports car, old enough to make good money.
Height: Average
Weight: I love life.
Sex: My ex-wife had no complaints!
Occupation: Reigning Death Scythe.

-Weapon.
-Sensitive, funny, stylish and attractive (I'll send my picture if you send yours.)
-A father, and recently divorced- but close to my daughter, and very family oriented!
-Enjoys food, going to clubs and bars, and overall having fun as much as possible.
-Doesn't smoke, do drugs but loves to drink and have a night on the town!
-Has a great career that I enjoy everyday- most of the time.

You: Single.

What...what in all of Spira is this place? I've never seen anything like it before, it's...remarkable! It just...showed up when I touched this sphere. Hmm...

This must be some sort of Al-Bhed technology. But even then, I've seen some of their creations, and while incredible, it's been nothing quite this unique. I...think I like it, though! It's already added me anyway, so I guess it couldn't hurt to peek around a bit more.

I suppose I should introduce myself; it seems as though this is some sort of community, there's lots of people here. My name is Yuna, and it's a pleasure to meet you all.

The image showed what seemed to be a spacious office, with a large desk, neatly organized, a simple swivel chair and three massive bookshelves, and then an open door. The camera panned back and forth over the room slowly, revealing a small model of the world...A massive turtle, on which stood four elephants, and resting on them was the perfectly flat circle of the Discworld. A tiny model sun hovered above it.

The camera panned back to the door just as a young woman walked in, dressed in a well kept black dress, with several books tucked under her arm. Her hair was in a tight bun against the back of her head, but as she moved across the room to set the books down on a shelf, it seemed to spring free and uncoil, until it was a mass of uncontrolled strands accenting the clump of night-black hair that stretched out from her forehead.

She set the books down and then paused, half-turning to stare right at the camera, as if she has only just noticed it is watching her. After a moment, she takes three steps backwards, and the camera follows her. Two more steps forward, and the camera follows her still.

"Hmm..."

She approaches, tugging a simple black scarf over her shoulder and tossing it over whatever is filming her, blocking the imagine completely.

[Video shuts off]

I should have known better than to let Ponder Stibbons convince me it was a good idea to have me test out his new miniature thinking machine. Really, even the large one only works half the time, and when it does it is hardly reliable. It's far too much like a thinking person, if you ask me.

But I did promise that I would, so I suppose it would be right to try and sort out what is wrong with it. Have I connected to the machine at the university? Is anyone there? Stibbons if you are watching me through this thing I am going to be cross.

I would ask about the name but it looks like nonsense...

Stibbons?

I do not recognize any the names coming up on the screen. ...Who is out there? I  am Susan Sto-Helit, whoever is reading this. Oh, I do hope Grandfather is not involved in something again...

Okay, this question may have been asked before, but since I've never had this problem, I didn't really pay attention.

Anyway, anyone know how to prevent having bad dreams?

[Sound of thousands of wings flatting can be heard in the backround]

I need a world hop! Gah! Get off of me!

[Randoms ow's here and there till Crocker spazzes]

FAIRIES!!






^{(Backdated after the JP event >.> Crocker went to Andalasia stalked the fairies and caught one. However, the rest wheren't so happy about that ^^ So, they're attacking and pricking him hence they can. And no, you're not doomed yet people it wasn't a Fairy God Parent)}

Has anything heard anything more about Shinichi-kun?

Surely he'd have a funeral, right?

Statement: It has come to my attention that some of you speak languages which I do not know. These languages include "Japanese", "German", and many others, mostly originating from the planet called "Earth".

Request: As translation is one of my main functions, it would be quite useful to know these languages. To volunteer your help, all you meatbags must do is speak your language in my presence. Given enough time, my language processors will recognize it.

What the fuck is this?

How much fucking time do you people have on your hands? FOUR PARTS? There are HUNDREDS OF PAGES THERE!

And WHERE are the WOMEN? What the fuck is wrong with you people?

(((OOC: Jim found the Star Trek kink meme. :3)))

VOOOOUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIII!!

Who's the shitty bastard who thought they could get away with this fucking mess!? Who the hell had the guts to attack the Varia!? You better bet your ass that I'm going to hunt your ass down and get your damn head on a gold platter! If you come out nice and easy, I might just give you a quick death! Nobody attacks XANXUS and gets away with it under my watch.

And to anyone who had any information about this incident, you better fucking tell me or you're next if you're keeping things from me! This can be considered a declaration of war if I so say so, you got that!?
To the fucker out there; if you even dare think of coming back to harm my Boss, you'll have to fucking go through me first this time

If you don't know what happened, then don't you even dare ask. Details of XANXUS' injuries are confidential to Varia personnel only!

[ooc; aftermath of ichisaurus plot...XANXUS ended up in the hospital so Squalo is, needless to say, not impressed.]

[A sigh, followed by long minutes of just breathing.]


.....I'm....I'm not going to ask for anyone's forgiveness. Because, in the end...I don't deserve it.

What happened-...

It-...


Well...It was my fault. All of it. Most of you won't understand, even if I tried to explain, but...suffice to say; I wasn't myself. I don't...I don't remember very much, but...I've seen-...seen-..

[A sigh of frustration, followed by a longer silence.]

I..I can't leave where I am. At least...not for a while. It's..not safe for anyone...and, I, uh...well, it's not like I'll be running any marathons for a few days.

I think...all I want to say is; I'm sorry. Honestly sorry. It doesn't change what happened, or that my weakness caused a lot of people a lot of pain, but...I needed to try to say that much, at least.

[End of recording.]

So, it looks like I'm single.

Any cute guys looking?

10
5 + 10
6 + 5 + 10
5 + 6 + 5 + 10

WELCOME TO THE BUTTERFLY'S DEN



Faithful, you have done well. You have seen the truth, that those called 'normal' and 'good' are merely the oppressors of those who crave true freedom. Soon the Butterfly will truly be hailed as God. He brings death, and death cannot touch him.

The next sacrifice will be upon the new moon.




((OOC: This is canon plot tiems for Shito and Chika from Zombie Loan!

This post was funnelled to the community from a forum post on the internet in their world. Characters who look closer can see that it's only one small part of a huge secret forum, which has many other posts. Some of the more recent posts include photographs of a graphic murder by stabbing of a young woman. The comments on the posts are excited about this murder, and hail the 'artful' nature of the photographs. There is also a post suggesting that several followers of the Butterfly meet in person before the next sacrifice, to have a party.

Feel free to react and enjoy ^_^))

Issei just vandalized my family inn! And then ran off!

And when I caught him, he refused to tell me why.

I thought he was my friend!

I'm going to have to spend all day trying to clean it up...

I seem to have found font that sparkles on the internet! How novel!

Ducks, what do you do when you want to stop thinking? I tried reading, and I have been surfing the internet for some time, but it doesn't help very much.