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She and the others are also twisted into Chaos parodies of themselves in a way that made me entirely stop reading after just a couple chapters because I couldn't stand seeing characters I like turn into things I hate. Plus TS!Shinji was such a snotty twunt I wanted to punch him in the face every time he opened his mouth. :/

Then I went to read The Doorstop, and felt better. Pity it's a deadfic. :(

Anyway, writing update now. Busy day delayed things, but here's a preview:

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Misato slowly trudged the last steps towards her door. Wednesday had been even more draining than the previous two days. The strange scenes she had been seeing at home weren't helping.

'If I come home to one more strip chess match against a penguin, I think I'm going to need more than beer this time...'

She warily slid her keycard through the slot, and let her door hiss open. For the benefit of her sanity, this time the more normal sounds of the television greeted her. Explosions and dramatic rock music hinted it was something she might even enjoy watching with the Children.

"Take the shot, Akram! Jane, stand by to fire as soon as he's clear!" said a voice in what Misato's experienced ear ID'd as a Berliner accent.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

More dramatic music, rising to a climax, pounded out over the sound of a maser canon firing and an unearthly screech as something died. Misato cautiously walked in through the dining area to the living room until she could see the backs of Shinji and Asuka's heads. Misato blinked at the wild action scene just wrapping up on the screen.

"The Messenger is dead! Great shot, Jane!" the Berliner shouted. He was of course a blonde, chiseled slab of Teutonic muscle.

"Unit-06 for the kill once again! Thanks, Gregor! Victory drinks are on me!" said a incredibly petite Chinese girl with improbably large breasts and a bizarrely incongruous Texan drawl.

"You aren't compensating for your height by carrying the biggest weapon, are you, Jane?" said an Arab man so pretty Misato knew he had to be on all the show's posters. His skintight pilot's suit left little to the imagination. 'Dayum... I could grate cheese on those abs... yum.'
 
Dirtnap said:
And then Asuka accidentallies Mars.
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Dragontrapper said:
and then Mars was Klendagon...
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Strypgia said:
Asuka: "I was pre-emptively killing the Void Dragon!"

Shinji: "This isn't S&WH40K, dear..."
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Misato: "I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty! Once you fire that hunk of metal, it keeps going till it hits something! That can be an Angel, or the planet behind that Angel! It might go off into deep space and hit somebody else in ten thousand years! If you pull the trigger on this, you're ruining someone's day, somewhere and sometime! That is why you check your damn target! That is why you wait for Control to give you a damn firing solution! That is why, Asuka, we do not "eyeball it!" This is a weapon of mass destruction! You are not a cowboy shooting from the hip!"
 
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Strypgia said:
She and the others are also twisted into Chaos parodies of themselves in a way that made me entirely stop reading after just a couple chapters because I couldn't stand seeing characters I like turn into things I hate. Plus TS!Shinji was such a snotty twunt I wanted to punch him in the face every time he opened his mouth. :/

Then I went to read The Doorstop, and felt better. Pity it's a deadfic. :(

Anyway, writing update now. Busy day delayed things, but here's a preview:

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Misato slowly trudged the last steps towards her door. Wednesday had been even more draining than the previous two days. The strange scenes she had been seeing at home weren't helping.

'If I come home to one more strip chess match against a penguin, I think I'm going to need more than beer this time...'

She warily slid her keycard through the slot, and let her door his open. For the benefit of her sanity, this time the more normal sounds of the television greeted her. Explosions and dramatic rock music hinted it was something she might even enjoy watching with the Children.

"Take the shot, Akram! Jane, stand by to fire as soon as he's clear!" said a voice in what Misato's experienced ear ID'd as a Berliner accent.

"Roger!"

"Roger!"

More dramatic music, rising to a climax, pounded out over the sound of a maser canon firing and an unearthly screech as something died. Misato cautiously walked in through the dining area to the living room until she could see the backs of Shinji and Asuka's heads. Misato blinked at the wild action scene just wrapping up on the screen.

"The Messenger is dead! Great shot, Jane!" the Berliner shouted. He was of course a blonde, chiseled slab of Teutonic muscle.

"Unit-06 for the kill once again! Thanks, Gregor! Victory drinks are on me!" said a incredibly petite Chinese girl with improbably large breasts and a bizarrely incongruous Texan drawl.

"You aren't compensating for your height by carrying the biggest weapon, are you, Jane?" said an Arab man so pretty Misato knew he had to be on all the show's posters. His skintight pilot's suit left little to the imagination. 'Dayum... I could grate cheese on those abs... yum.'
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The fuck did I just read? Did Misato just Door herself into another fic? Did someone in the Evangelion universe seriously make a Nerv-derived anime? And I do know that's a reference to an old anime, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is.
 
Dirtnap said:
No he's got a character in one. And its all on IRC if I remember correctly.
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Correct, and we do have logs as well, and we have discussed making them public as well. If there is interest, (and you guys really want to read the couple-thousand plus pages we have accumulated by now) we can talk about maybe publishing them, or creating a public mirror.
 
The AdEva game in question has been running for almost 6 months already just FYI and about several thousand pages of logs.

Woops, I meant to say 8 months now. Time really flies ....
 
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Always Late said:
An Adeptus Evangelion campaign? By Strypgia? Please, tell me there is a campaign archive I can read of this gloriousness.
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I'm just a player in this one. Our GM is the redoubtable @Arkalest, who has helped us match and even surpass canon levels of angst, drama, conspiracy, and much more. We've also managed to a ton of comedy, romance, and other madness on Arkalest's Wild Ride.

I might put up a version of our logs at some point, if he doesn't mind, but be warned: We have no less than 8 Pilots (7 Evas, 1 T-RIDEN-T), and this campaign has been running since January, so there are at least 2000 pages of logs at this point, covering 8 months of in-character time. We've had several knife fights, three comas, one actual death (he got better), four couples formed, an imminent wedding, and a Christmas party that included Kaworu in assless chaps, a vibrator made of Eva armor, and a FisterBot that ran amuck with it.

Jane Marie Chewong Tsai is a 16 year-old Chinese-American girl from Texas, sent to be an Eva Pilot because Mother Said So. She has since learned her mother is a mad scientist on a scale Doctor Doom would applaud, she herself is a partial-clone genemod project of her mother's, and that her whole life has been a Truman-Show-style stage show to shape her to be her mother's great work: Humanity 2.0. She's also been hit with a memetic soul-infection that will slowly corrupt her into madness. She'll likely be insane by the time she's 25, if she lives through fighting wave after wave of much more aggressive and coordinated Angels than canon. And she's not even the central plot!

On the other hand, she's got a brilliant, sweet, dedicated girlfriend (who is the clone of the woman who was partly responsible for Second Impact), four Angel kills, a vital cause to fight for, and a team that for all its crippling flaws and traumas is a tight, supportive group that extends great effort to hold each other up. This is Eva. If the Pilots of NERV-Thalassa are going down, they're going down fighting side-by-side.

And for further fun, @IcePickLobotomy is Samuel Tennit, also from Texas, and who was once known as 'Psychic Shinji' for being a depressive AT-Specialist, but now is forevermore known as 'Soulslut', because he sticks his soul into everything.

@Yezar is Yi Ping Yang, our Chinese T-RIDEN-T Pilot. She's lost a fight with a tree, and despite being 20, is the little sister of everyone on the team. She and Jane's families have... tried to genocide each other. A little. They get along, somehow.

Update still writing. I might have to collapse and finish it tomorrow.
 
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I'd like to see the insanity of an actual AdEva campaign that doesn't die after a session.
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1d4chan's got plenty, but most of the logs are incomplete. Still, they've got Nerv Boston, home of the Inter-Nerv Evangelion Dance Competition.

Yezar said:
The AdEva game in question has been running for almost 6 months already just FYI and about several thousand pages of logs.
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Still want to read it, don't mind the length.

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Strypgia said:
snip of awesome
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The more you players keep telling me about your campaign, the more I want to read it. Length is no downside for a good story, and I'm seeing a Great Story waiting to be dived into.
 
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You know, I feel a little short changed that my PC's main claim to fame in this thread is that he is a The soul-slut. (As much as I would like to deny that title by now, I really can't.)
 
Stormseed said:
Are you mixing words again?
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I can't remember how long ago I first saw someone use "twunt". (I'm quite fond of it myself, preferring to reserve both of the portmanteau'd words for their literal use.)

It was probably when I was still regularly using the Monochrome BBS, so ten years ago seems plausible.
 
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Chapter 8.8
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    Chapter 8.8
    Advent

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    Misato slowly trudged the last steps towards her door. Wednesday had been even more draining than the previous two days. The strange scenes she had been seeing at home weren't helping.

    'If I come home to one more strip chess match against a penguin, I think I'm going to need more than beer this time. At least I got home at a more reasonable hour this time. Maybe Shinji hasn't even started dinner. He's sure better than coming home to instant meals and ramen curry...'

    She warily slid her keycard through the slot, and let her door hiss open. For the benefit of her sanity, this time the more normal sounds of the television greeted her. Explosions and dramatic rock music hinted it was something she might even enjoy watching with the Children.

    "Take the shot, Akram! Jane, stand by to fire as soon as he's clear!" said a voice in what Misato's experienced ear ID'd as a Berliner accent.

    "Roger!"

    "Roger!"

    More dramatic music, rising to a climax, pounded out over the sound of a maser canon firing and an unearthly screech as something died. Misato cautiously walked in through the dining area to the living room until she could see the backs of Shinji and Asuka's heads. Misato blinked at the wild action scene just wrapping up on the screen.

    "The Messenger is dead! Great shot, Jane!" the Berliner shouted. He was of course a blonde, chiseled slab of Teutonic muscle.

    "Unit-06 for the kill once again! Thanks, Gregor! Victory drinks are on me!" said a incredibly petite Chinese girl with improbably large breasts and a bizarrely incongruous Texan drawl.

    "Sure you are not compensating for your height by carrying the biggest weapon, mm, Jane?" said an Arab man so devastatingly hot Misato knew he had to be on all the show's posters. His skintight pilot's suit left little to the imagination. 'Dayum... I could grate cheese on those abs... yum.'

    "Next time on Children's Crusade! Jane rides the megacats! Terrifying secrets are revealed! More False Messengers appear to threaten Team Atlantis! And of course, they're be plenty of faaaaan serrrrrvice!"

    A bewildering array of images accompanied the 'coming attractions' bit. The German man and an Amazonian redhead chasing people with what looked like the mutant child of a power drill and a computerized toaster. The Chinese girl and a slightly taller Spanish-looking woman riding saber-toothed cats the size of bears. A tiny Arab girl dramatically eating ice cream in a pillowfort, crying. A young man with short, light brown hair kissing a taller, whipcord-thin Chinese woman who then somehow managed to trip and land on him crotch-first. A tall, even more improbably stacked woman in a hot pink pilot's suit just... calmly smoking a huge bowl of weed. And then finally the hot Arab pilot and an almost equally hot pale guy with silvery hair and red eyes playing each other in a volleyball match that would have Maverick and Goose panting with suppressed homoerotic envy. All interspersed with giant robots posing and blowing things up.

    Misato was finally snapped out of her bewildered staring by Asuka's voice. "That looked awesome! I can't wait to see it! And that female lead was great!"

    "I don't know... it's supposed to be a giant robot show, but it spent more time showing a bunch of teenagers doing stupid shit with their shirts off. Takes itself way too seriously," Shinji replied. He cocked his head. "That redhead reminds me of you."

    Misato looked down. And stared.

    The Children had dragged the couch closer to the television to watch their show, so she'd only seen the backs of their heads so far, side by side. But now that she was standing right behind them, she could see Asuka had her feet up in Shinji's lap, and was receiving a thorough foot massage from the Third Child.

    "Mmm, a little. She's nicely badass, and she snagged the proper German guy as a boyfriend, which is nice. I'm cooler, though. That yuri couple and Akram are clearly in the show just for fanservice, though."

    "I think Jane and Irune are sweet," Shinji countered. "They're at least as much a valid couple as Sam and Shula, and they're engaged."

    Asuka snorted. "Please, you're such a girl. The way they keep teasing a threesome with the Arab guy is clearly for horny fans. And that volleyball match with the albino bishounen was definitely yaoi fanservice. I mean, talk about blatant. They were both wearing nothing but Speedos and oil!" Asuka arched her back in a stretch. "Mmmm, that was nice to watch, though. Now keep massaging, cabana boy. And then you've got my dinner to make."

    "Yes, mistress..." Shinji sighed, and bent his head to concentrate on her feet.

    "What the Hell is going on here?" Misato asked. She was gratified to see both teens jump.

    "M-misato-san! I d-didn't even hear you come in!" Shinji sputtered in surprise. Asuka just snorted and waved a vague greeting.

    Misato arched an eyebrow at Shinji. "Mistress?" was all she said.

    Shinji blushed and ducked his head back to his task. Asuka smirked and said, "I won him back from Pen Pen after you went to bed. Now he's got to be my cabana boy for a week. Clean up after me, cook what I want to order, and," she waved at the young man currently working on her toes. "Massages on demand."

    "Aside from the foot massage, how is that different from how you always treat him?" Misato said, slightly acerbic.

    "This time he can't complain about it. I saved him from penguinly domination!"

    "Mistress?" Misato repeated.

    Asuka met her stare with prideful arrogance. "He lost. I won him back. He owes me. So this week that includes calling me 'mistress'. Besides, he gets to put his hands on me with permission, and that's plenty of reward for him. Isn't that right, baka-Shinji?"

    "Yes, mistress," Shinji chanted, deadpan.

    "Good boy. Now, dinner. I think Misato is hungry too."

    Shinji just nodded and got up, heading for the kitchen. Asuka watched him go with a possessive smile. She looked up at Misato. "You wanna plop down and watch another episode with me, Misato? Shinji and I have been watching it lately. It's like someone heard about NERV, took a lot of drugs, and then tried to make it a comedy-drama-angst-romance with an ensemble cast of traumatized lunatics. It's a cheesy giant robot show, but a lot of fun. Everyone in it is pretty hot, too. Especially that Akram guy. Yow."

    Misato threw up her hands and sighed. She came around the couch to sit where Shinji had been. "You know what? Fine, hit it." She called over her shoulder towards the kitchen. "Pen Pen! Beer me!"

    Asuka grinned and picked up the remote, starting the next episode on the laserdisc player. "'Gregor's Captain and the Demons of Berlin'? Ah, another episode featuring the cool redhead! Nice."

    "Mistress?" Misato tried one last time.

    Asuka rolled her eyes. "That'll teach you and baka-Shinji to learn to be better at chess. Wouldn't you like to beat Kaji-san that way, mmm?"

    Misato quickly stifled thoughts of a strip chess match against the tall Inspector. "I think I'll stick with just making him try to beat me at drinking. I've got more training there."

    Asuka snorted. "You have no hope of beating him at chess, do you? You can't even beat Pen Pen."

    "Shaddap and play the show, Asuka."

    The Second Child smiled and sat back. "So when's my Eva going to be back together? I want to make sure the Dummy Plugs didn't screw it up."

    "Weeks, Asuka. I'll let you know. Now roll it, I want some cheesy giant robot action I don't have to handle the budget for."

    "Jawohl, mein Major."

    "Hey, 'mistress'. Black Forest Cake alright for dessert?" Shinji called.

    Misato stared at Asuka again. "Really?" she asked drily.

    Asuka just grinned. "To the winner goes the choice of desserts."

    Misato just shook her head. Her Children. Life was okay.
     
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    • Strypgia said:
    And then finally the hot Arab pilot and an almost equally hot pale guy with silvery hair and red eyes playing each other in a volleyball match that would have Maverick and Goose panting with suppressed homoerotic envy.
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    So. . . If that Kaworu looks anything even close to canon Kaworu, how much are Shinji and Asuka going to freak when they see him? And then moreso when/if they find Kaworu is a angel-hybrid (Or angel? I'm not 100% clear on what Kaworu is here).
     
    Gryphon said:
    How time flies, huh? It seems like yesterday that one of my cousins passed me an emulated copy of Pokémon on a 3 1/2 diskette...
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    I remember having to boot an Apple II using one of those big floppy fuckers at school. My first home PC was windows 3.1 and I was around when cassette tapes were still in use. We had one of those camcorders...that used an honest to god VHS tape to tape on to and weighed like forty pounds.

    That being said, Misato is taking this surprisingly well.
     
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    We had one of those camcorders...that used an honest to god VHS tape to tape on to and weighed like forty pounds.
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    I remember those, too.

    I also remember my father being stumped what this Windows was, that he could open with a command in his DOS prompt.:rofl:

    Addendum: Corrections follow when I have access to a real computer; the phone's just too tedious for that, sorry.
     
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