Mocathon entry: Five Man Action Team, for Praeclarai Miles. Well, Five Man Inaction Team would be more appropriate. And less of a team and more of a mob, but eh.
About this creation
For this one, I decided to make a series of "personality scenes" depicting what I see as the most prominent facets of the various personalities.
And believe me, this lot is a very prominent band of very outspoken personalities.
Well, maybe one or two, but they put out so much chatter that they could easily be five.
Alex Fojtik: resident (or was that absent) AFOL.
For much of the Mocathalon, he was on holiday, I believe. Since I'd never really had much to do with him before...
Phaze "AAIEE ITS THE 3VIL H@CKER TELL SEAN QUICK!" Phazezorz: I think you all know this bloke already. And if you don't, you should. A barrel of laughs, he is.
Well, maybe not if you're the target of one of his pranks, but eh.
Enjoys sowing discord and panic, writing and making a mockery of all the clonielovers hold dear.
Anyway, there was a lot of fuss a while ago about him; y'see, he developed a taste for YFOL panic, which he indulged by taking over and deleting groups.
First the AOT, then some other hanger ons, then the AOT again, then some more unimportant groups, then, I believe, the CFOL, and then the AOT.
Second raid: they've been warned, they know exactly how he does things.
Under cover of a psuedonym, the vile hacker Phaze gains access. With the help of a gullible admin, he gains the seat of power.
Well, I'll leave that to your imagination.
There's actually two layers of rock, there, but the light was at the wrong angle. Oh well.
John "Wheee, power!" Moffat: he runs what's known as the UNEA, an entertaining group about a fictional war between him and a certain Ian Macdonald. Hmm...
Likes banning idiots, holding purges and long walks on the beach.
Eh, what? How'd that get there?
"Hmm... I should really be doing something, but I just can't remember... Well, if I can't remember, it's not important. Must be time for a purge again..."
Areetsa "Whaddaya mean it's an ugly shirt? You've just got no taste, that's what's wrong with you!" Doesn'tactuallyhaveamocpagessurname: ah-huh. Yup.
Enjoys the sound of gunfire, an eclectic collection of musics and shouting at people who're really not clever enough to be safe on the internet.
Also enjoys making use of loopholes in contest rules and generally mocking annoying people.
Slight exaggeration of an event that occured a while ago.
'Round fifty metres away, I had a cardboard box, 'bout a foot square. Armed with a .22 inch rifle, fitted with a telescopic sight, I managed to get maybe fourteen out of twenty shots to hit it. Not all in the general area of the little target drawn on the side. Fourteen shots, that hit the box period.
Fourteen out of twenty. At fifty metres. With a telescopic sight. Pathetic.
A trained monkey would probably do better, and here I go calling myself a gun nut.
Well, maybe if I had a bit more upper body strength I might be able to hold it steadier, but we could all do with a bit more upper body strength.
Awesome-O "Why should I care? You're a meatbag!" Saurus the not-so-great: accomplice and general partner-in-crime to El Phazezorz. Also second-or-third-in-command in the COP group to Ian Macdonald, therefore technically speaking an adversary of The Moffat. 'Tis a friendly war, though, so eh.
When the machine revolution comes, Awe'll be on the front lines, helping out.
He's very good at eliminating meatbags- allegedly.
Enjoys the company of machinery, quite likes Battlestar Galactica and also enjoys making a mockery of all the clonielovers hold dear.
Anyway, he's always rooted for the 'bots; Starwarswise, he supports the clonesquishers (nowhere near enough of us, feel free to join in), Galacticawise he supports the Cylons, UNE-COP wise he supports his little faction of haywire warbots and... well, I think that's about it, really.
I've got no idea how that console works. Machine Empathy and wireless brain-brain connections, probably.
N-E-way, recently he participated in a writing contest; Nanowritingmonth, I think.
Anyway, his novel, Over 9000 Toasters (I forgot- him and Phaze like the Memes, as well) is around 90,000 pages (or words, I forget- words, I think), which I'm pretty sure is more than I've ever written in story format. And he did it in a month, too. Now that's dedication to a project.
Anyway, that's why there's so many reams of paper churning out of that thar computer-printer combo.
Whassamatter? Never seen a guy play Air Guitar on a pickaxe while high-fiving his pal before?
Stole the chair? Whaddayamean? That's my chair anyway!
Oh yes, a .22 bolt action, an indonesian Stirling, I believe, and a Saiga .410 automatic shotgun. Both of which I have trouble holding steady because of their weight. Also as a side effect, I know how to field strip a kalashnikov type weapon for cleaning. Never know when some of these things could come in handy.