In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
SUMMARY: The Crabhammers declare war on the Porter and, to a lesser extent, the Imports. The battle lasts three days, is horrible in just about every way you can think of, and this is how it goes down.
FORMAT: However people wanna do it!

"There's no environment. Use your imagination. There's no fourth wall, whether it's the first time you've told this story about her life, or the sixth time."

Everything you need to know is here.

quick links to avoid crashy computers
in the fray
DAY ONE: 7:30 AM--10:00 AM (FIRST CHARGE, BROKEN TRAINS, TRAFFIC JAMS)
DAY ONE: 10:00 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, PUBLIC DISTURBANCES ELSEWHERE)
DAY ONE: 5:17 PM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, FIRES AND BOMBS ALL OVER)
DAY TWO: 1:00 AM -- 6:28 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY ENERGY DRINKS)
DAY TWO: 6:28 AM -- 12:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, PIRATING THE RADIO STATION)
DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)
DAY TWO: 7:42 PM -- DAY THREE: 12:00 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY IMPORT-HATING REINFORCEMENTS)
DAY THREE: 12:01 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, HERE COMES THE CAVALRY)
DAY THREE: 6:45 AM -- 1:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, CREATE YOUR OWN INSANE LAST-DITCH GEEK TRICKS)
DAY THREE: 1:00 PM -- 3:13 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, THE MADAGASCARIAN TWENTY-GRAND HOLDOUT)
DAY THREE: 3:13 PM ONWARD (WAR OVER. TAKE PRISONERS, MAKE FRIENDS, GET HEALED, FALL ASLEEP, ETC)

not quite in the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)

fuck the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (FORGET THE BATTLE, I HAVE HBO)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (YOU LOSERS ARE STILL FIGHTING? IT'S AMERICAN IDOL TIME!)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (IF YOU'RE ALL BUSY ELSEWHERE I'M JUST GONNA GO ROB A BANK)

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[incywincyhero]

Spider-Man was swinging forty stories up when he heard the hoarse shouts, mingled at intervals with a high-pitched, electronic burble like he'd never heard before. It didn't take long to track the commotion to its source: a blue guy with an impressive cape and an even more impressive cranium, surrounded by an ever-growing crowd of angry fans, waving every kind of improvised weapon a nerd could dream of.

As one of his attackers drew near, Blueberry Man whipped out a raygun straight from the pages of Dan Dare -- come to think, there was a certain resemblance to the Mekon, different color and lack of a hoverchair aside -- and shot the guy before Spidey could shout out. Instead of vaporizing or falling over in a bloody mess, though, the fan only let out a startled shout as he found himself covered with ... was that confetti? Well, at least Spidey wouldn't need to protect both sides from each other. He let go of his webline and dropped, slinging thick-gluey webnets over all the attackers in a twenty-foot radius as he went.

"Hey, I can appreciate scrapbooking as much as the next 21st century, heterosexual man in skintight spandex," Spidey said, making a three-point landing next to the Blue not-so-Meanie. "But is this really the time?" Ignoring the muffled cries of the snared fans around them, he made to stand and offer his hand. Then his spider-sense twinged, and he looked down just in time to prevent from stepping into a heap of little blue, faintly glowing cubes.

"The heck are these things, some kind of bio-weapon?" he asked, bending down to take a closer look. His spider-sense wasn't going haywire like it would for anything truly dangerous, but you never knew what sort of weird technology or magic you'd stumble on next. It couldn't hurt to be careful.

[megamaniacal.livejournal.com]

Megamind stood and released a relieved breath, and held a hand to his chest. "Thank you, fellow hero!" Hee! He said fellow hero! The high of actually being considered one, of doing something worthy and not...just playing the role he'd been given. Exhilarating!

Then he looked where he was looking, and then at the blue cube in his hand. Oh, that did look kind of suspicious, didn't it?

"Oh! Those are some of the nerds I've kindly de-hydrated!" he explained with a roll of his eyes. "Don't worry, they'll go right back to being smelly and angry as soon as you splash them a little bit," he waved a hand dismissively, and looked down at his gun before he flicked it with a finger to the right setting, a small bubbling noise sounding at the change in setting. "Unfortunately, in my haste, I think I set it to the wrong setting, thank you!"

[incywincyhero]

Spidey yelped and jerked his hand away, then reconsidered in a split second and caught the cube in both hands before it could hit the pavement. "Yikes, man! What happens if they get squashed?"

Still cradling the cube gently, he rolled it from side to side, looking at it from all angles. An entire person, harmlessly squashed into a cube he could balance on a finger. (Well, that anyone could balance on a finger. Spidey could probably balance a small car -- a Volkswagen Beetle for certain, maybe even a Civic -- on his index finger, not that he's ever tried.)

"This really doesn't hurt them? Because I've gotta say this is kinda creepy. Scientifically amazing, mind you, but creepy."

[megamaniacal.livejournal.com]

Megamind reached down and picked one up, and squeezed his fingers around it. The cube didn't change at all, and he smiled. "They can't be squished," he explained, before letting the cube drop back onto the ground. "Besides even if they were, it's just dehydrated cells, and when the water hits them, they return to their original shape, not the cube shape!"

He almost beamed, completely ignoring the creepy part. Not because he didn't hear it, or because he was really that prideful (even though he did put on the show) but because the weapon had been his first, and really, he'd just used it for evil purposes, save for his one triumph over Titan. That, he supposed, counted at least times 100 for all the evil deeds he did!

"And of course it's scientifically amazing, I'm a genius," he explained, again with far too much pride, as he tapped his head.

SO sorry

[incywincyhero]

Spider-Man chuckled a bit at the gesture. "Well, I wasn't going to mention it, but now that you mention it..." he quipped. Whoever this guy was, at least he had a sense of humor to go with the obvious ego. Granted, the way Spidey himself bragged about his webshooters sometimes, that was the sky calling the water blue.

"You sure there're no side effects?" he said, holding the cube up to the nearest streetlight. It was strangely pretty, all glowy and backlit, nevermind that it was made up of basement-dwelling goon.