[JimmyDimples]

I think I can help out with my idea of a female muscle leech. But there are some questions…

(1) Can Dyna zip about America’s cities to stop criminals, or is she pretty much rooted to New Vista?

(2) Is New Vista near the West Coast, East Coast, or where?

(3) Is it OK for someone to write a Dyna fanfiction here in this forum? (*COUGH cough koffmyselfkoff*)

[JimmyDimples]

[quote="Axel3.14"][quote="Bass"]Thanks everyone 😀

2.) Its Bass as in the muscial instrument, not the fish.

…and I was secretly hoping you were a large blonde named Nicole :)[/quote]

Or a not-so-large brunette named Laura? :)[/quote]

Guess it’s better than secretly hoping for a Mayberry redneck named Ernest T. 😛

[JimmyDimples]

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Just thought of something!

What if he popped up on Sparta Enterprises’ servers… and Aries managed to trap and isolate him somehow?

"Delete you, Mr. H4X0R? Not at all. How would you like to get some REAL revenge?"

[JimmyDimples]

[quote="JimmyDimples"]I figure it might be. Prob is that EMPs and fields sorta nuke any and all electronics nearby.

And a further thought about "Sonja": Having her be a "twit" could add some drama to the piece: Dyna is at first grateful for Sonja’s expertise, but how will she feel when she finds out why H4X0R went after Sonja in the first place?

A twist I just thought up: Dyna’s two objectives in this story will be 1) putting a halt to H4X0R’s rampages, and 2) if possible restore him to his human "Roger" form. But Sonja has her own agenda… she was so devastated (mentally and emotionally) by Roger’s revenge against her that she’s willing to "kill" him, i.e. disrupt his digital structure in such a way that he’ll never be able to re-integrate into a physical form again!

Somebody write this up soon! (I can’t, I don’t have the expertise in computers and digital tech to do it justice!)[/quote]

Sonja’s own agenda? Mr. Matthews, you. Are. Ebil. 😈

Almost as ebil as this…

You guys ever play The Sims? Well, I was thinking of having M15+4 H4X0R store Sonja and others as living digital data on a computer system somewhere remote. His prisoners exist in a virtual world there a la that game. And he’s doing what he can to keep them alive but keep their "motive scores in the low red."

The children relatives, though…

Well, when Dyna starts to crack down on him, he kidnaps the kiddies ("Hey kids! Wanna see the exciting world of virtual reality?") and he keeps them happy in a nice little simulated playland. But every once in a while, he’ll send a simulated prog that looks like Sonja to tease them, bully them, torment them, and make them miserable.

And then. he makes the mean prog look like Dyna and cranks up "her" nastiness… So when they see her come to their rescue… they won’t trust her. 😈 😈 😈

Here’s the synopsis as I see it so far.

(1) Mr. H4XOR rears his ugly head, puts the vehicles or systems on NVU’s campus in a tailspin. Dyna controls the damage.

(2) In retaliation, H4X0R starts kidnapping kids and grandkids of the university faculty. This is where Dyna recruits a hacker friend to help her, track them down, and rescue them.

(Twist: He actually befriends some of them…)

(3) After a little research, Dyna finds out also Sonja’s missing, and the scoop behind her and tries to track her down. And finds she’s been beamed down onto a hard drive out in… where’s a good remote locale? Western Sahara? Irkutsk, Siberia? The Falkland Islands? After finding her, she finds out the Sonja’s story… and gets her agreement to help find H4X0R, and shut down his powers with a virus.

(4) Then Dyna gets the ENTIRE history behind Sonja, and the pictures she made to push him over the edge, and how she got every big jerk on campus to dump on him. Then when they corner H4X0R, Sonja pulls a double cross and zaps him with that virus so he can’t ever physically rematerialize or affect anything on the web. It only does half the job, though, so he can’t ever physically rematerialize in a human body. With that, H4X0R decides to hijack the military computers to launch all the nukes in the world, and capture the few people he feels kindly about so they’ll live in a perfect virtual haven while the rest of meatspace fries. It’s up to Dyna to save the day!

So far, so good? What do you think?

[JimmyDimples]

I figure it might be. Prob is that EMPs and fields sorta nuke any and all electronics nearby. Not that a good option, if he’s in, oh, a hospital’s ICU.

Aha! M15+4 Axel3.14 5pr34|<3|| z13 1337? o_ô

[JimmyDimples]

How do you pronounce that? (I know next to nothing of that strange code/lingo/whatever.)

It’s pronounced, "Mister Hacksor." Reading 13375p34|< ("leetspeak") isn’t as tough as you think. The numbers and characters look like letters if you squint at them properly.

j1|/||/|y|)1|/|p135 = JimmyDimples

5|-|3 9r3//! = she grew!

93+ 1+? = get it? 🙂

A little reading of the older stuff at http://www.megatokyo.com should help. http://www.megatokyo.com/index.php?strip_id=9 is a nice starter.

But the character and concept are very intriguing! My only criticism (at first glance) is that the set-up looks to be rather involved, and (IF the story is told linearly) threatens to take up a lot of space at the beginning of the story. (Although a flashback later in the story, after Mr. H4X0R has gone on a couple of capers, could be a good place for this exposition.)

Good thinking. Maybe if does a few capers at first with a few minor hijackings with vehicles just to show off his power and get revenge on the guys that tormented him in college. Maybe at a few college football games? Or something with military stuff with New Vista U’s ROTC?

Or maybe there’s a ten-year-old neighbor apartment who Mi5+4 H4X0R "befriends" on a game site on the internet. And with a few "freebie"/embezzled gifts his family couldn’t afford, Deena starts asking a few questions… And when the boy starts saying he can’t accept any more ill gotten goodies… Mista H4X0R shows his true colors, and demonstrates he can be his bestest buddy… or a very dangerous enemy.

I can see Sonja* as a key element in the defeat of Mr. H4X0R, providing Dyna with the cyber-expertise necessary. Dyna is no dummy, but she can’t be expected to be a Doc Savage-like expert in everything, and isn’t at all too proud to call on any help she needs. (And Sonja will certainly have the motivation to help Dyna bring down Roger/H4X0R.)

Let’s keep incubating this concept and see where it leads.

* I think I want to change this character’s name… there’s already a brainy-girl type named Sonya (with a "y") in the Tetsuko series, and I fear there’ll be confusion between the two characters.

Okay, fair enough on the name Sonja. And I read you loud and clear on the "not Queen, or even Jack in all trades" thing.

The one hitch is, I did want a little sympathy toward Mr. H4X0R. The girl formerly known as Sonja was supposed to be a twit, especially in his response to Roger’s declaration of love, and it did push him over the edge. There are nicer ways to say, "sorry, I don’t feel the same way" than what she did. Maybe Deena has a friend that who’s concerned about "Sonja" disappearing? Maybe even a fellow geek guy who gets a thing for Dyna/Deena, and she has to figure the right way to gently decline?

Are we any closer to hatching this baby?

[JimmyDimples]

Obviously, I believe in strength for both genders. Though since this one’s mainly for the females, I do give the the ladies an edge. An edge wide enough for their boyfriends to sit on.

That’s what irritates me with stories where the girls grow, and the guys wither. Why does it have to be a zero-sum game?

[JimmyDimples]

Idea and character needs a little more fleshing out (drum rimshot), but that’s an idea.

I’d also been thinking of this… Mr. H4X0R.

Roger, a college technogeek in New Vista University was once infatuated with a fellow hacker cutie Sonja. He tried catching her attention various ways, but she kept giving him the cold shoulder. When he declared his affection for her by sending her a wallpaper with her face in "The Birth of Venus," Sonja reacted by posting HIS in… well, a less than flattering one involving goats and physical and genetic impossibilities. Use your imagination.

Didn’t help him that she posted copies of it all over the Net, and across the University.

Having received plenty of hazing and ridicule BEFORE he met her, the abuse Roger got then was totally unendurable. Locking himself away in NVU’s science building, he quickly zeroed out all records of himself on any database he could think of (birth certificate, Social Security Number, driver’s license, bank acccount, credit rating, you name it, he baleeted it). Then after wracking as much damage as he could against his ex-infatuation’s credit cards, credit rating, bank account, and bills, he went to an experimental matter transporter device, set it for random coordinates, and leaped in, expecting to either be dumped in a volcano, sent to the bottom of the sea, or scattered into component atoms in transit.

Naturally, this being a comic book, something went haywire.

The experimetnal transporter completely did a hexadecimal number on his body. It mutated it so he could convert it into pure digital information. He then realized he could transport himself into anywhere the Internet went: satellite, fiber optic cable, analog phone lines… it was all good.

Also, he learned that his clothes, pencils, and glasses went with him for his joyride, meaning he could carry almost anything… or anyone… with him.

His despairing humiliation was instantly reformatted into a thirst for revenge.

The very next day… Sonja got 24 hours of identity theft and fraud, stalking and terrorizing anywhere a computer entered her life. The police couldn’t help because they couldn’t find Roger anywhere… online or off.

The day after, Sonja disappeared. She’s now stored in a hard drive in a PC somewhere in… well, you ask Roger. I’m not.

Roger then dumped his old meatspace name, and now goes exclusively by Mr. H4X0R.

In supervillain mode, his body looks like it’s been covered head to toe by a coating of pure ones and zeroes, sorta like the Matrix. His color of the digits reflects his mood: green means he’s in a decent mood, blue means he needs space, and red… don’t ask.

He can manipulate any digital information with a thought, and he hasn’t seen a password request that can keep him out. He can transport himself instantaneously across the world via the Internet, and has a habit of kidnapping whomever he doesn’t like and downloading them in his "torture chamber."

He’s especially misogynistic, but is now above and beyond any attraction the female form ever had. Megabytes are what turn him on (drum rimshot).

He’s going to have a party with Dyna, especially with hijacking military vehicles, bases, airlines, trains, and nuclear reactors.

Quote: "Dy||4! 1 P|-|34r ||0+ j00r p3c5! J00 c4||||0+ pU||c|-| //|-|4+ j00 c4||||0+ +0uc|-|! Pr3p4r3 4 +0+4L p//||493!"

(Translated from 1337: "Dyna! Your muscles don’t scare me! You can’t hit what you can’t touch! Prepare for total ownage!")

[JimmyDimples]

I’m still not quite sure where exactly Power Play fits in this category. Someone give me a clue?

[JimmyDimples]

To: Marilyn Knewsome (marknew742@gmail.com)

From: Patrick O’Brien

Dear Ms. Knewsome:

I’d been observing the notes and responses. I’d been doing a lot of thinking. And while I’m glad to see Sue and Arielle’s response and safe escort program, I still will have to maintain the girlcott even on that. If I make one exception among my peers, I’d have to excuse everyone.

Some may think that it’s undoable. That we boys won’t or can’t think with the right head.

Well, I had talked to Bennett Maple an hour or two before he had the meeting where he passed out the guns. (I didn’t go). He told me he had the same doubts. And I had something to tell him.

THE RULES OF DISENGAGEMENT

Okay, I’m no moron. I know that many guys love girls’ new bods. Don’t front. Me, I think that it helps their chests a bit, too. But one of the few plusses of being a geek is that dealing with girls is like a chess game. When a queen treats you like a king even though you both know she thinks you’re a pawn, she’s out to rook you.

I remind myself she doesn’t really want us guys. She wants us to type her paper. Fix her laptop. Spot her twenty bucks for shopping. Maybe she got that from you with just by shaking her hips or ducking down so you could get a better view of the Twin Peaks.

And once you delivered, or couldn’t there and then, she chucked you like a used tampon.

Same game, same rules, only their pieces are bigger.

And so, some girl might try to make you break away from the boycott. Just like she played you before.

Here’s what we do.

If you spot her first, turn away. No eye contact. Don’t even look at her body. Just look at something else very fast and keep going. Don’t even think of a wisecrack or put down. Just keep going.

If you hear someone call you or your name, listen carefully. If it sounds like a female, DO NOT LOOK THEIR WAY. Keep going if you’re walking, or focus on something else if your sitting. Don’t be afraid to get up and walk away if they keep it up.

If they try to make your hormones fizz, or hoist up your tent pole for the big top… well… think about that babe for a second.

Okay, now think of your mom and dad doing the wild thing.

Killed the mood pretty quick, didn’t it?

That’s the secret. Keep your mind on something else. This yoga-New Age load about clearing your mind is total crap. You gotta stay focused on something, or you’ll be wide open to anything.

If that’s not enough… well, I carry some REAL protection in my wallet. It’s a photo of my great-aunt Sophi. On the beach. In a string bikini. Use your imagination on that, fellows.

All righty, step two. Maybe some girls round a corner, and you run into them. Or maybe they catch up to you down the hall. If contact is unavoidable, guys, it’s okay to say three words: "Don’t touch me."

If they do anyway after that, congratulations. They just committed basic assault. You get five more words then: "I said don’t touch me." If they still do, that’s aggravated assault. Then get going to the nearest teacher. Principal Gregg or any guy teacher would be best, but hey, any port in a storm. Well, almost any port. Forget Ms. Dooda, she’s a bully herself. Remember Gregg’s speech this morning? Right.

Third one. One of the most effective contraceptives ever is … the laugh. Think about it. When’s the last time some chick laughed at a guy’s package? Didn’t help his confidence much, did it? If she can do it, so can we. I mean, come on. Why can’t they walk down the hall normally? They gotta slink… like this… like "My Mother Done Told Me" is playing in the background.

You know the tune? From the old Warner Brothers Looney Tunes cartoons? Yeah. She’s really selling it. Just like Britney Spears or some other prosti-tot. Just like her, if it was that good in the first place, it’d sell itself. Why would they market it so hard? If a girl tries that BS on you, just roll your eyes and laugh. Out loud.

Well, that’s what I told Bennett. He seemed to like it and take it to heart. I wish he had thought of that before he handed out the pistols.

I was about to tell Sue not to worry about becoming a monster. If she were concerned about it in the first place, it wouldn’t happen. But another thing bothers me: Geekboy’s muttering. I usually don’t take much stock on mystic-psychic voodoo-whammy hooha. But if it were true…

It’d be bad enough if someone could impose cosmic will against my body…

But to override my will… my ability to choose…

If that were to happen, I’d probably find Bennett, grab one of his guns, and turn it on myself.

If might is the only right, then there’s no room for love in this universe. And that may be true, that may be the way it is.

But I’m not strong enough to live in a world like that. Physically, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually.

Whatever. I’ll be going to school on time as usual. The girlcott and the Rules are on.

Patrick O’Brien.

((JimmyDimples: Yes, Bennett stole Pat’s speech.))

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