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Internet Culture PPC PPC: Time of Judgement
Author: Burning Watier
Fiction Rated: R - English - Action - Reviews: 8 - Published: 10-07-09 - Updated: 18-07-10 - Complete

Disclaimer: I have not played the World of Darkness games, just read the wiki about them. I also do not own the PPC, although I wish I did. I do own Lyta and Tara-Something.

PPC: Time of Judgement


Author's Note: This is about the end of the PPC, which will totally be awesome. Lots and lots of Badassery, Crowning Moments of Awesome, and more revalations than your little brains can guess at. Several of them, hinted at throughout all the exsisting mission reports, will also include details of the immense conpiracies that exsist behind every corner. There will also be lots of blood and gore, as well as erotic scenes that will shock and pleasure you.

Hacked Author's Note: This is about the end of the PPC, which will totally be a Wall Banger. Lots and lots of Ass Pulls, Dethroning Moments of Suck, and more egregious Ass Pulls than your brains can guess at. Several of them, not hinted at any of the exsisting mission reports, will also include details of the immense conspiracies that exsist only in the minds of Agents who drink too much bleepka. There will be lots of blood and gore, and scences filled with robotically nonarousing sex that will bore you to sleep.

Agent Lyta Holling walked the corridors of HQ, humming to herself. She had just become an Agent, and was eager to meet her new partner, Agent Tara-Something. She knew that like all other Agents, she was slightly insane. But hopefully, that won't pose an obstacle to her overtures of friendship. She slowed her pace in order not to bump into anyone, and in a quiet spot, she offered a libation to the Ironic Overpower in order to make sure that everything went smoothly.

She then continued on her way, and reached Agent Tara's RC. Then, it hit her: She had been keping track of where she was going, something that in the PPC, was supposed to get her lost, not the opposite. Did her libation cause all that, or was it something more ominous?

Her question was answered when she found Agent Tara dead on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.

A thing stood over her body, bits of gore dripping from its jaws. Doing the ovious thing, Agent Lyta ran. She got out a potion that was made of Tv.Tropes pages mixed with Bleepka, and drank it. She was told that it brought her extra luck and increased her speed to high levels. Actually, it was only a placebo, although she had no way to tell at that point.

She ran and ran, knowing that her pursuer was close. She used her RA to portal to world after world, closing them as she went. That was how she finally arrived in nWOD's Arcadia. Knowing what would happen to her if she stayed, she fiddled with her RA, pouring another libation to the Ironic Overpower as she did so. Thankfully, that was enough to create another portal, which she hopped into without hesitation.

She found herself in a grey chamber. Thinking that she was back in HQ, she then sat down on the surprisingly soft floor. There was a TV and Popcorn, and a remote with only one button. Despite suspicions about all three objects (especially the remote) she began making herself comfortable. Then, another portal opened up, and a figure clothed in an inspector's longcoat emerged from it.

"What are you doing Here?"

"I'm sorry! I tought it was HQ and-"

Then Lyta remembered that the only ones who had that kind of portal technology other than the PPC were its enemies.

She got up and going into what approximated a fighting stance, she faced the stranger.

"Do not worry. I am not the one that killed your partner, but rather his enemy."

"How do you know about that?"

"Let's just say that I know many things, and have ways to know more. I was part of your organization once, and I never formally left."

This guy was a part of the PPC? Agent Lyta's stance softened.

"What do you mean, formally?"

"I am still regarded as part of it by the Flowers, at least those of them that still remember me. I was sent here on a mission, and while I have disregarded it, I still plan to complete it someday, although I don't think I can get the chance now."

"What do you mean?"

"Press the remote, and observe why."

Observe? What a fine choice of words...

She decided to take a chance, and pressed it.

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