In M0 2, the UNS eggheads find this huge biomechanical skeleton with eerie matches to the islanders' traditionall religion, yeah? And the preistess chick exhibits supernatural powers through singing. That, and the fact that it's never particularly explained how humans are identical to Zentran/Meltran save for minor little things like skin color, and (well probably - has anyone ever tried?) the ability to be made mecha-sized. The islanders' creatyion myths have the first man coming out of the sea (and some kind of wreckage was shown with Protoculture style markings, distict from zent stuff mainly by being more complex) and the first woman from a 'bird human's blood. What if the skeleton is the corpse of a Protodeviln, or a borged one, whose genetics were mixed with normal, micronized Zentran to try to create a more controllable advancement of the Supervision Army's cloned warriors. This would also help explain the human affinity for anima spiritia powers and a possible explanation for why the Inspection Army gunship that became the Macross originally came this way, if they'd somehow learned of an old experiment of their enmies' and decided to check it out. For that matter, the fall of the Protoculture civilization is dated about the same time as the emergence of Homo Sapienns in the fossil record - the only hanging end then would be why everything else on the planet is related to us too... but then, Eden in Macross Plus has native chickens with horns and coloration similar to a holstien cow, but are described in (translations I've read online of) official literature as 'effectively just like earth chickens' and that bitter fuit tree thingy was compatible too, so maybe that's just how life works in the Macross universe. It wouldn't be any wierder than giant space whales or the whole spiritia thing, and as much as many people dislike them they are official and staying... For my part, I don't see what the problem is, but then even when I was a kid, my favorite cartoon character was Bluegrass from Silverhawks, who used music blasts as his attack and got to fly the team spaceship.
... I have to wonder what Doug would make of the Silverhawks, actually. Since I haven't seen it in years and years its probably not as cool as I remmeber, but I recall one episode that (thoguh I only later realised it) had a blatant reference to doc smith's Lensmen books - a Chickladorian alien who's immune to the badguys' latest plot device raygun that makes ships fall apart or dissappear or something like that. It seems to be another universe of the sort that shows up in US cartoons from time to time, where anyone can survive indefinitely in space, without that whole combination suffocating/freezing/exploding thing.
Back to Macross - (Gah, the AntiElvis in a Valkyrie! Out, foul demon!) back to Macross, I'll just have to wait for the remaining three (as scheduled) episodes of Macross Zero to see if I'm anywhere close to on track with the hypothesis, but it would neatly tie up at least a few things, and the preistess' spiritia powers might be the last vestiges of actual Protoculture era Anima SPiritia training, as used to control and eventually off the protodeviln used in the project.
I think probably I'm rambling a bit (it's still Monday for me...) but I think I managed to cover the points I had in mind.
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woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

Once again, the cast list for this sidestory is subject to change; for instance, it's not certain that Slayers will actually be one of the Steps.
(Edit, 3/13/04. Some of this material has been updated and reposted over in the other GGG thread; I've deleted it here to avoid confusion.)
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"You're nuts, b'wana, if you think I'm going to do a HerveVillachez impression," his companion muttered just loud enough tocarry across the floor.Skuld backed up a step, her bug-squashing mallet appearing in herhand. "What are you?"The man frowned. "That's an interesting question. And an evenlonger story. For now, you seem to be aboard my ship, anddespite being stowaways of a sort, hospitality's indicated."Skuld's hands tightened in their grip. "That's not what Imeant," she shrilled. "You're not human! What are you?"The others in the group came closer together hearing that,tension evident in their attitude.The black-haired woman grabbed his arm. "Remember, she's aPower, boss. Be careful." The capitalization of the word wasevident in her voice."Questions. All right then. You're aboard the private starshipCalypso. I'm the owner." He waved at the woman by his side."This is Minerva, my personal assistant and general factotum. Myname is Ed. I bear you no ill will at present, but I *would*like to know why you're on my ship, and if you have any hostileintentions towards it, myself, or my assistant." He directed hisattention at Skuld. "As for what I am, given that this is *my*ship, shouldn't I be asking *you* that question, lass?"
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"But I digress.Someone's seen fit to choose my -- no, _our_ next destination forme, and given your arrival, I'd have to have the strength of asaint to avoid jumping to the obvious conclusion.""Someone's trying to make us go where _they_ want us to?" askedLisa. "Is it an invitation? Or a trap?"Delandra pursed her lips. "Or is it both?""Doesn't matter, you know."Everyone turned to look Lina Inverse. "It doesn't," sherepeated. "Unless we go, we won't find out." She pointed at Ed."And if he's right, that's just what someone wants."Minerva's quiet voice now took their attention. "Make your choice, adventurous Stranger; Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, til it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.""C.S. Lewis," replied Skuld softly. "One of Father's favorites.""Somehow I'm not surprised," Ed said softly. A faraway look grewin his eyes for a moment; then he jerked himself back to thecurrent moment. "Now, ladies, I've introduced myself. It's onlyfair you do the same.""Why should we bother?" Skuld growled. "You already seem to knowwho we are."Ed shrugged. "Yes and no. I know who some of you are, but notthe rest of you.""And *snerk* how d'you *crunch* know that *chomp* much?" Linaasked without looking up from her plate."Because we've read or watched your adventures," Minerva replied.The table froze."What?"Ed smiled. "It's called 'transfictionality'. Some of you arethe subject of fiction -- books, movies or TV shows -- in otheruniverses."An unreadable expression passed over Willow's face, then shenodded. "I've heard of it," she said softly.
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Lisa and Skuld wandered around the cluttered cargo bay,occasionally opening boxes at random and peeking inside."Hey, look at this!""What is it?""A Teletubby/English English/Teletubby dictionary.""Ewww! Hey, there's something over here... 'Dr. Englebert'sMutation Creme'?""Uhh... Skuld?""What?""There's a tiny little pyramid over here.""So?""The eye in its capstone is watching us.""It's just an optical illusion.""But it just winked at me.""Ignore it.""A Succubus Barbie and an Incubus Ken?""You've GOT to be kidding...""Nope... Hey, this is interesting! Look at this, Skuld. It's apolice report, with conclusive and damning evidence that Mr.Boddy was in fact murdered by the Sicilian Mafia, and ColonelMustard was set up to take the fall." Lisa flipped through thepages thoughtfully. "I always thought it was Ms. Scarlet,myself.""There's a case of military-grade squelch oil over here. Squelchoil?""Hey, Skuld, what's a 'Nerf Nuke'?""I don't know. But this looks interesting." She held up a smallbook. "Pocket Universes for Dummies. It says a coupon for afree kit is included." The young goddess looked at it with anexpression of temptation written all over her face, thenreluctantly replaced it in the worn cardboard box she'd found itin.Lisa held up what appeared to be a Moebius strip made of gold,with ebony lettering down the center of the strip. "It says 'SeeOther Side'.""Oh, now THIS is crass.""What?""A Winnie-the-Pooh fusion bomb. Doesn't appear to be armed,though.""Wonder if there's a Tigger trigger for it?""Nope, but there's a crate of Frog grenades next to it.""Frog grenades?""That's what the label says. But what's really scary is this boxon top of the crate.""Oh?""It's labeled 'anti-personnel mimes'.""Weird.""Not as weird as this.""What is it?""Well, from the looks of them, and the marble they're made of,I'd say they were the arms broken from the Venus De Milo, exceptthat each hand has six fingers." The young goddess blinked."And one hand's making an obscene gesture!" she added inoffended tones.Lisa laughed. "You'll like this one, Skuld." She lifted up a small sack of powder. "Dehydrated gasoline -- just add water.""Forget that and help me close this crate full of cavorite. It'strying to float away."Lisa moved to aid her. Together they managed to close the boxbefore they lost any of the small greenish-grey chunks of metal.Then Lisa smiled as she spotted the contents of a small shippingcrate labled Rieder Optik, Schweiggerstr. 9, Lichenhof-Apotheke,Nurnberg, Bavaria. "I thought rose-colored glasses were only ametaphor.""I wouldn't wear any of them, if I were you," said Skuldsuspiciously, as she sat down on a small olive-drab 55-gallonplastic barrel with an orange and black sticker down one sidereading "DANGER: Mil-Spec Prop Wash. Do NOT Open." Behind herwas a crate which showed signs of frequent opening and re-nailing. Stencilled on its side was the faded legend, "Devices,Plot, Improbable, 1 Gross. Steffler-McGuffin Industries. DO NOTOPEN WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTIVE GEAR."There was a small cough behind them, from the direction of thecompanionway. "Actually, you should both be in your cabins,ladies. While I'm quite agreeable about offering transportationto folks in need, it's rather impolite to be picking through myluggage.""EEEP!"Edward looked at them mildly from his position near the mainhatch. "Nothing personal, ladies. It's just a matter ofprinciple. You wouldn't want ME snooping through YOUR property,would you?"The two young women blushed violently.
-- Bob
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This area is for discussion of my non-DW fanfic writing, almost all of which can be found on my Miscellanea page.
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It occurs to me that I forgot to mention that this volume, which came out a few months ago, has some of my material in it. Look for "The Hand of Glory", "The Magic Candle" and "Hecate's Circle".

-- Bob
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This is not a page about games. We do not talk about RPGs, FPSs, strategy games, or anything else like that here. We do not talk about console systems or PC graphics boards. We do not offer or want cheats, or hints, or walk thrus, or chipsets or anything that has anything to do with a real, playable game. The forum name is a metaphor.

If you come here and cluelessly post anything about games, it will get locked and dumped. That is not what this forum is about. Go elsewhere with your requests for cracks and cheats and chipsets. This is not the place for you.

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This forum is for the discussion of my book GURPS International Super Teams, as well as related discussion of the Supers subsystem of GURPS.

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Out of curiosity, Bob, why did you stick a pinned 'this is the topic here' post in each forum, when there's already a note saying what the topic is there on the forum list page?
- CD
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

This forum is dedicated to discussion of Doug Sangnoir's metahuman ability to turn songs into superpowers. Questions, song suggestions, and official rulings belong here. The forum is so named because everyone I've ever told about Doug before writing the Walk -- and everyone who's read it since -- has ended up thinking up all kinds of cool songs and powers for the fun of it.
-- Bob
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This forum is intended for general discussion, speculation and suggestions for Doug Sangnoir's future destinations. This includes official Steps as well as fan-written "mini-Steps". As new Steps are added to the Walk, they will first be announced here, and development on them will be chronicled here until they reach a point where they merit their own forum.

-- Bob
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This forum is intended for the discussion of the sixth Step in the Drunkard's Walk, tentatively entitled "Angel Baby" and set in the world of Neon Genesis Evangelion (anime version). This Step is under active development. It has been mostly plotted out, although there are elements of two or three different endings still in existence and the final sequence of events has yet to be determined. There is over 200K of material written for this Step, including the plot outline itself.

-- Bob
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