This is an encounter for the editing game we're putting together. Visit this forum thread to join the fun.Description: Standing before you is a slightly-balding midget, dressed like a carnival barker. image◊ Tropedex says: Hyperboloid. The exaggeration editor. The hyperboloid is never satisfied with just pointing out that something is an example of a trope. His every edit sounds like a sales pitch, almost as if he were expecting people to buy it. Hyperboloids often gather in packs to perform their mating ritual, in which they each try to drown the others in their incessant hysterical shouting.''
Narrative: You stand there, shocked, as it draws in energy and makes its edit. "John Doe", he spouts at you triumphantly, "GOOD LORD, just John Doe! I can't believe that no one mentioned him yet! He is the single absolute epitome of this trope! He takes it Up to Eleven and Serial Escalation! Its not even phsycally possible! I am not making this up!'" This is too much. You weakly drop to your knees. You feel you are an insignificant speck of dust compared to John Doe and how ultimate of an example he is. You watch helplessly as the Hyperboloid takes a quote from John Doe and appends it at the top of the page, then as he takes a picture of John Doe and replaces the page image with it, complete with a worshipping caption. A split second before you completely succumb to the Hyperboloid's blabbering, you manage to hang on to a shred of your sanity and realize that this is your last chance to act. What will it be?
(You delete the Hyperboloid's edit) With your last breath, you reach for the Wiki eraser and point it at the Hyperboloid. Its cackling grin quickly changes into an expression of fear, but as the erasing beam hits it you can swear you see the beginning of that grin starting to spread across its face again, a split second before it explodes in a cloud of Wiki dust... You take another look at your Tropédex and are alarmed to see that it has turned off. Did the battery die out? Wait. Something's not right. The wiki eraser isn't working anymore, either. You try to recite a few choice Wiki Mantras, but there is no effect. You have fallen out of favor with the Tao of Trope! Why? You were just defending yourself! A booming voice echoes in your mind. "Fool!", it roars, "What have you done? Do you not realize that for every example, no matter how valid, there will always be some crazed fan that will latch onto it and try to corrupt it? What then? Are we to give up examples completely? Destroy them all with some great wiki fire? That is not the Tao of Trope!" It's curtains for you. How can you possibly survive this situation without your equipment and mantras? You'll have to hide in one of the closets and hope against hope that your fellow editors will come to your rescue. Game Over
(You throw yourself at the Hyperboloid's edit in a valiant effort to shrink it back to the realms of sanity.) You think back to your training and take heart. You are an editor, not some wide-eyed fan! If you think this edit is too much, you have as much as a right to mess with it as this crazed fan had the right to put it in! He thinks you'll actually put up with him saying his random favorite example is so great? Who the HELL does he think you are?! You jump into the example, your editing scalpel at the ready, and start hacking at it. The "I can't believe no one has mentioned John Doe yet!" bit is the first to go, and the Hyperboloid cries in protest. But you will have none of it. You mercilessly cut away all the italics and bold, all the "awesome"s and "absolutely"s and "incredible"s, and when you are done all that's left is a simple statement that John Doe is an example. The Hyperboloid lies on the floor, weeping bitter tears, starting to slowly realize that their favorite show is not the center of the universe. You ready your edit scalpel and with one final cut you banish his page quote to the quotes wiki and his image to the image wiki, restoring the previous quote and image to their rightful place. When you turn to take a look at the whimpering Hyperboloid, you see that nothing is left of him except for a pile of pathetic gray dust. MISSION COMPLETE!
(You cooly respond to the Hyperboloid that no, John Doe is actually not that much of an example.) You ready that weapon for truly special occasions, the second bullet point. They warned you time and again that it is almost never appropriate, but surely now?... You're fighting for your life here! You take a deep breath and throw it at him.