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)

Comments

[emperorshand.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes at the distraction, and released a breath. "So you're just going to play peanut gallery?" she asked, bringing up her weapon to send another force of rings out, stopping him cold, and he crumpled onto the floor.

"I'm about ready to just say kark it and start shooting them for real if they don't back down already," she mentioned offhand as one came in too close, only to have his jaw meet a leather boot.

"I'm not exactly unreceptive to help in a pinch," she called, a jab hitting into another jaw, and a kick landing right in another geek's balls. Ouch.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

If it had been him, he might well have been fighting to kill from the start. He knew little about non-lethal combat to begin with, after all. But he held his tongue on that matter; he'd figured out already it wasn't a popular view here. Perhaps they had a point...but he didn't want to think about that.

Instead, he shrugged obligingly, pushed himself off the window and back to his feet, and swept the hat off, then set it down on the windowsill. A half-second's pause, and then he stepped into the fray, no weapons out yet but every strike timed and placed to disable or cripple rather than simply cause damage or pain. He knew what he was doing, even if it was rather limited. One opponent staggered back, the breath knocked out of him, after a sharp blow to the ribs and then the solar plexus; another dropped after a sharp kick to her legs.

Most of the nerds kept coming at this, renewing their fight. But two groups of four or five fractured off after a moment to argue: one over whether that was an authentic Starfleet blaster Mara was using or a knockoff from another franchise, and the other over whether Vulcan ideals were compatible with Jedi philosophy.

[emperorshand.livejournal.com]

She released a disgusted breath as the conversation broke off into half blather she couldn't understand, and half familiar words. "Hey!" she called, getting their attention, and pulling the silver cylinder from her belt. "Why don't you start debating this," she accentuated the word with a flick of a finger, and her lightsaber hummed to life, "and how it's going to feel when it slices through your wrist?" she asked.

Then she just smiled at Zevran. "Thanks for actually jumping in."