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If you don't want to read my humongous trope list, I've done a whole lot of stuff, and strived to fill my life with tropes in the off chance that I'm in a story. If not, then I'll strive to be famous enough to warrant a biography which could hit the Trope Overdosed list. I know I've got weird goals.

I'm a great fan of anime, writing and TV Tropes. I've got a great group of close-knit friends who are willing to support me, hopefully, when things go bleak. I've been told by various people that I might swing both ways, and I'm perverted in many ways. No, I'm not a Depraved Bisexual, nor do I write M-rated fanfiction. Thankfully, my friends are fine with my thoughts wandering, as they are used to me already.


Most of my teachers think I'm wasting my potential, mainly because my grades are passable, while I excel in anything unrelated to the syllabus. My Literature teacher in particular, has great faith in my abilities, and finds me extremely analytical, starting from the middle of last year. On a completely unrelated note, I was introduced to TV Tropes during my June holidays.

If I don't screw up this year, next year, and the year after next, I'll be going for my IB diploma in 2013 and 2014. I know, from my seniors that life in there isn't fun, but hey! Where's the fun in something easy?

And yeah, I've completed Na No Wri Mo in 2010, with a Trope Overdosed book about a rescue from an enemy organization that succeeds, but incurs their wrath. It ends with a Bolivian Army Ending.

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Currently, younger than most tropers. A Singaporean writer, anime and manga fanatic who is a walking encyclopedia on strange and odd facts after one too many Wiki Walk. Also, I own several blogs scattered in various recesses of the Internet, all used as untraceable, catatonic outlets. Most are dead, due to Attention Deficit Creator Disorder, and only one is regularly updated with events derived from my life.

I am currently working on several portfolios of short stories of approximately 1000 words to 3000 words long. The main gist of it is a look into an Ancient Conspiracy dedicated to protecting humanity from any threat the governments can't handle, modeled after the SCP Foundation. Fine. You can go call it an Expy of the SCP Foundation. That's when the organization meets a group modeled after Anonymous, though their role in the stories still remain small.

So, what's with the name? Well, it was from the very first fanfic I worked on, a pile of utter drivel only vaguely related to the Bionicle universe, and was basically about how a Marty Stu went around crushing opponents, dealing with Contrived Coincidences, and getting his ass handed to him by an even bigger asshole. The thing ended with a Deus ex Machina, and an Apocalypse Wow, with complete destruction of several dozen universes.

I strongly believe in Writing by the Seat of Your Pants, because it's just more fun that way. Sooner or later, I'm going to try for Na No Wri Mo. Also, my life is most probably in the Trope genre, where the author is also another troper who wants to create a messed-up life filled with tropes.

Examples of tropes in my life and in the stories, as if you're interested in stories you'll never read anyway. Mostly my life:

  • Absent-Minded Professor: Working on it. I've nailed the Absent Minded part down, simply by not saying out the thoughts between me thinking about Calvin And Hobbes, and me thinking about whether elephants can masturbate with their trunks.
  • Absurdly Powerful Student Council: My school holds the world record for Largest Bollywood Dance, all because someone in the Student Council watched Slumdog Millionaire and wanted to beat them. It's safe to say that they hold a lot of clout in the school.
  • Acceptable Breaks from Reality: Justified, because this is a clandestine organization based off the SCP Foundation. They have created fusion reactors, weapons capable of manipulating gravity, robbing all the kinetic energy from a target, and have particle accelerators capable of generating a kilogram of antimatter every week, and can successfully store it.
  • Accidental Pervert: I have walked into some extremely awkward situations accidentally. Unfortunately, my life's genre is not a dating sim, nor was it a cheap porno.
  • Achievements in Ignorance: I learnt to speed-read by myself at 5 years old, and gained a love for reading. This led to me being well-ahead of everybody else in school, and easily winning trivia contests, both unofficial and official.
  • Addiction Displacement: From books, to Bionicle, to FPSes, to forums, to Facebook, to TV Tropes, anime and writing.
  • Adjusting Your Glasses: Type 3, appropriately enough.
  • Adorkable: Almost always when I was obsessed over anything. Or ever since I was 6 years old. Cue the Unfortunate Implications!
  • A Father to His Men: Major Andrew, despite being one of the enemies, treats his men extremely well. When the other antagonists betray him, he decides to side with the protagonists instead, which isn't so difficult since he's ex-colleagues with Treble.
  • A Iis A Crapshoot: Zigzagged. On one hand, all four supercomputers are shown to have gained sentience, and they are more than capable of destroying the world. Three of them, being created and raised by Graves, are responsible to stay with him and, as long as he stays loyal, and not turn into an Omnicidal Maniac, they won't. The last one is kept in check by the rest.
  • All Men Are Perverts: Among close enough friends, I will allow myself to talk about almost anything, after the Internet corrupted me.
  • Aloof Big Brother/Big Brother Mentor: I am currently teaching my brother about tropes, and almost anything I can think of. He knows me well enough to know whether he has gone overboard.
  • Angst? What Angst?: Reconstructed. I don't angst in real life. I rather focus on the nicer stuff in life. The real angst comes out in the fake blogs. On the other hand, people worry that I might be on the verge of a mental breakdown, or I'm in a state of Tranquil Fury. It's been proven true.
  • Anime Hair: I am extremely proud of having hair that looks like Ritsu, now, though when I comes out of the shower, it looks like a cross between Kyon and Itsuki.
  • Anyone Can Die:
    • A whole lot of mooks die. Just when you thought nobody named would die, a guy seen in a flashback as a date rapist comes back as a soldier and tries to kill one of the main character with a shaped nuclear charge. His tank is promptly bounced around for an unspecified length of time. Once he climbs out to escape, he is shot in the head with an electrolaser casually.
    • As for important characters, the enemy kills off one of the few people who can pull off a counterattack, General Chekhov with a fuel-air bomb. The main characters haven't found out yet.
  • Ask a Stupid Question...:... Get a sarcastic answer. What did you expect?
  • Attention Deficit... Ooh, Shiny!: Taken to a darker level. That's how I come up with things that make people request for the Brain Bleach.
  • Author Appeal: All my characters all have brilliant and striking eyes, even the one-shot assassin that got dangled out of a window.
  • Awesome Moments: One of my characters faked his death and had his coffin fired out of a mass driver.
  • Badass Boast: In Na No Wri Mo 2010, all the main characters, and a few side characters got their badass boasts. Most were immediately followed by the listener asking how long it took them to think of it.
  • Badass Bookworm: I self-taught myself self-defense, among other things. I have also "accidentally" broken some things in self-defense. Also, practically every single character in my stories.
  • Badass Labcoat: Most of the Badass Bookworm in my stories wear a labcoat. They can also beat the crap out of you.
  • Badass Normal: With only one exception, all my characters are mortal humans, who are just horribly intelligent. The exception dies all the time, but can't stay dead because his spirit is trapped in an amulet a la SCP-963.
  • Bag of Holding: I also have the Pockets of Holding and the Laptop Bag of Holding.
  • Bamboo Technology: From my school's general science lab, I can make nitroglycerin, ammonium peroxide, smoke grenades and even thermite. My lab partner gets excited when we end up dealing with electricity during practicals, usually because we start creating sparks with parts from our pens and we start seeing how far we can make the sparks jump when I'm not trying to construct something out of the numerous wires, switches, bulbs and batteries.
  • Beach Episode: Treble lamented that they lost the chance to have a Beach Episode in Na No Wri Mo 2010, after they blew up two robots (modeled after NGE's Israfel) with 43 megatons of antimatter.
  • BFG: Half the weapons seen are this. The other half are BF Ses.
  • Big Brother Instinct/Papa Wolf: Depending on who you ask, I'm either of these tropes, or both, to my brother, and to my Nakama.
  • Bilingual Bonus: I can swear in quite a lot of Asian languages. My classmates are picking up the colorful ones.
  • Bolivian Army Ending: At the end of Na No Wri Mo 2010, the base is surrounded by an enemy fleet. All communications with the outside world has been jammed, and their only General is dead.
  • Book Dumb: I can usually be called upon by the teachers to explain something. I can also be counted upon to score somewhere in the middle of class during exams.
  • Break the Cutie: Let's skip that for something else, shall we? To sum it up, popularity is usually inversely proportionate to intelligence. I only found a workaround two years back.
  • Brick Joke/Continuity Nod/Overly Long Gag/Noodle Incident: Incredibly Lame Puns that are often sexual in nature tends to end up as such. To people who weren't present, 4 people suddenly turning to each other during a sex ed talk, smiling and saying "prawns" simultaneously, then breaking into laughter is extremely confusing. Also, people suddenly turning to each other during a Geography lesson that somehow segued into chickens, and saying "How... soapy." can also cue laughter among the same 4 people, and confusion among anyone who heard it but did not understand the context.
  • Brilliant, but Lazy: Every single teacher has said that I am extremely smart or skilled, and I can achieve more. I agree.
  • Calling Your Attacks: The giant robot in the story connected with the Hyperspace Arsenal, summoned a humongous drill, and called out "Giga! Drill! Breaker!"
  • Can't Act Perverted To A Love Interest: Anybody I don't know well thinks I'm charming, smart, and quite silent. Anyone I know well knows I'm not the silent type when I'm interested in anything. Anyone who I'm platonic friends with tends to involve heavy flirting between both parties, regardless of gender and sexuality. Anyone who I'm interested in suddenly gets a lot of protection from me, and a sudden drop in my awkward comments. It's a dead ringer, I swear.
  • Caramelldansen Vid: If you're part of my school when I get into IB and join the student council, dont be too surprised when I try to get the world largest Caramelldansen Vid by mobilizing the whole school. Or Hare Hare Yukai. Or Motteke! Sailor Fuku.
  • Cargo Ship: With my Macbook, with my iPhone, with my backpack, with my earphones. I'd call it Technology Porn, but it means something else.
  • Caught the Heart on His Sleeve: Yamato successfully does it to Treble. She makes a note to thank the resident Lovable Sex Maniac, who happens to be female.
  • Chaotic Good: Screw the rules. As long nobody gets hurt too badly, let's do it!
  • Chunky Salsa Rule: In Na No Wri Mo 2010, Treble killed Aizen with a bolt of electricity to his head, that turned it into something resembling chunky salsa.
  • Cloudcuckoolander: "Dude, where did that train of thought come from?"
  • Companion Cube: With my Macbook, with my iPod Touch. That's how they got shipped with me, in any case.
  • Conversational Troping: Chekhov would bring up tropes, Treble would deconstruct them, and they would reconstruct them. Smith would listen in on them, make notes, and upload them on their universe's version of TV Tropes.
  • Cool Shades: Treble and Yamato have them. Treble's shades are actually Gendo's shades.
  • Cool Teacher: My Physics teacher encourages us to mess around during practicals, as long as we can explain ourselves without getting her in too much trouble if we accidentally destroy something.
  • Corrupt the Cutie: The Internet. I now believe that it's better for someone to teach you the bad stuff, rather than letting the Internet corrupt you. At least I know where the line is.
  • Covert Pervert: Mentioning how I'm a Covert Pervert would go against the spirit of being a Covert Pervert, wouldn't it?
  • Crazy Awesome: In 2010's Na No Wri Mo, one of the main characters, Graves, has access to the resident supercomputers. He turns his Hyperspace Arsenal into a humongous weapons storage facility, with almost every weapon from every genre in human-sized and Eva-sized. The jury's out on whether his most awesome moment was when he built a giant mecha from construction vehicles, or when he used his Hyperspace Arsenal to rip the kidneys out of five mooks to diffuse an one-sided Mexican Standoff.
  • Creator Thumbprint: Gratuitous attention to mathematical details, references to pop-culture and anime, and FictionalDocuments.
  • Crowd Song: My class breaks into Hakuna Matata very often in class tests, and I'm waiting for the day I get into the Student Council. Who knows, I might get the school to get together and Rickroll the principal. Or I may get the school to dance to the Caramelldansen Vid, Hare Hare Yukai or Motteke! Sailor Fuku. Certain members of the School Council have now decided to return to the school as alumni just to watch me pull this off.
  • Curb-Stomp Battle: Not very often, but damn, those are fun to write.
  • Cute Little Fangs: My top incisors are rather long. My upper jaw protrudes slightly. It makes for a rather cool grin and psychotic smirk.
  • Dark Is Not Evil: Sometimes subverted, sometimes invoked, sometimes deconstructed, mostly zig-zagged with.
  • Deadpan Snarker: Inversely proportional with amount of sleep, proportional to amount of annoyance. Annoyance is inversely proportional to amount of sleep.
  • Did I Just Say That Out Loud?: Yes, yes I did. Now the whole class is staring at me for wondering whether Oberon from A Midsummer Night's Dream was into bestiality.
  • Disproportionate Retribution: The General hates all Chechens. The Researchers hates anybody who tries to commit crimes against them. The Agents hates it when the opposing organization crashes their events and wreak havoc. The opposing organization hates the experiments the Researchers make. If anybody encounters anything they hate, they will kill it or them violently.
  • Dissonant Serenity: Wide smiles in my stories usually mean that something bad is about to happen. Or something good has occurred. Or a combination of the two.
  • Does Not Understand Sarcasm: The General doesn't understand English sarcasm. If you can translate the sarcasm into Russian, he'd respond extremely easily.
  • Dressed to Kill: Invoked, discussed, then subverted in a few thousand words during Na No Wri Mo 2010. Inspired me into making the Playing With page for this trope.
  • Dual Wielding: Dual telescopic batons + Two Badass Normals + Lots of enemy Mooks + Conservation of Ninjutsu = Awesome Shout-Out to Kyon: Big Damn Hero.
  • Dynamic Entry: Subverted in Na No Wri Mo 2010. Treble and Yamato walk into an enemy's room brazenly, and the only thing that stops them from shooting is their icy glares, and a few preparations made beforehand. Then they begin their Curb-Stomp Battle, as mentioned above in Dual Wielding.
  • Easily Amused: When I'm tense or stressed, I become easily amused. When I stop becoming easily amused, that's when the shit has hit the fan.
  • Eloquent in My Native Tongue: I write very well in English. Not so much in Chinese, though I can still snark. My characters all are eloquent in their native tongues, with the exception of a trilingual Expy of Nagato Yuki and Ayanami Rei.
  • Escapism: My stories varies on the Sliding Scale of Idealism vs. Cynicism. The main reason I write, is because it's fun, and I get to imagine how everyone of my characters would react.
  • Every Car Is a Pinto: Averted. Nobody buys crappy cars. The only times cars explode in a fireball is when they're filled with military explosives.
  • Expy: Let's see. Blue-haired Emotionless Girl? Check. First name that has something to do with cold? Check. Last name derived from a Japanese WW 2 battleship? Check. Yup, I have an Expy of Rei Ayanami.
  • Face of a Thug: I've been told that when I continue staring at someone with my usual dour expression, with my eyes half-closed, after being insulted or assaulted, people get an irresistible urge to apologize.
  • Facepalm: The latest example was during a debate, when the first speaker for the Proposition introduced Hitler, and stated he was an Australian-born politician. There were 9 very audible facepalms from both sides. We, being the opposition, immediately seized it, and tore the proposition to shreds with our first speaker. Subsequent speakers continued lambasting the proposition for their accident, much to the teacher's amusement.
  • Fictional Document: Every story is prefixed with a suspiciously appropriate one. There's even one on how to pull off a Curb-Stomp Battle.
  • Flat "What": Very often in Na No Wri Mo 2010, because characters take turns being the Only Sane Man.
  • Fun with Acronyms: One of the MacGuffin in my stories is the Spirit Emancipation and Exchange device, or the S.E.X. device. Its only power is the ability to grant Contractual Immortality to only one character.
  • Gender-Blender Name: Yes, I know Ashley's not a very common name for guys. Fang also knows that her nickname sounds like she's a certain male character in Maximum Ride.
  • Genius Bonus: To anyone smart enough reading, firing something at 11km/s at 9.5º will not let it escape the atmosphere. It will, however crash slightly more than 4km away, and anybody taller than 1.5 meters will be able to see it.
  • Genius Bruiser: The General. He isn't very eloquent, but he did rise to his current rank of General with his skills and intelligence. Also, lots of classmates are this trope.
    • Further explored in Na No Wri Mo 2010, where the General is revealed to be a chess grandmaster, and built an airtight identity for himself in his spare time.
  • Genre Savvy: The main characters. That know that something must be happening with all the improbable events that they encounter, and they are willing to do stupid things, knowing that they won't die. Usually.
  • Get A Hold Of Yourself Man: Done, during the Heartwarming Moments.
  • Girl-on-Girl Is Hot: The Sims provide some extremely interesting relationships. Creepy? Maybe. Perverted? Maybe. Hot? Of course.
  • Godwin's Law: Treble and Chekhov start arguing after Treble compares Chekhov's porn to a certain novel-writing competition. It soon degenerates into an argument on who is more like Hitler.
  • Groin Attack: Often invoked in Na No Wri Mo 2010, because nobody cares for honorable fighting.
  • Guns Akimbo: In Na No Wri Mo 2010, Yamato accuses Treble being Type 2 whenever he can. He admits it, but explains he does it Type 1 instead.
  • Hard Work Hardly Works: As I always tell surprised people, I do my best work when I'm desperately throwing it together the night before it's due. Also, why bother mugging the night before the exam, when you can just pay attention in class and not sleep?
  • Harmless Electrocution: Happens all the time when the Physics teacher decides to let us play with electricity. Also, I was once playing around, and licked my Macbook charger while it was plugged in. I got one heck of a shock. Then I did it again because I wanted to be sure. Then I did it again because it was fun. How appropriate that I became one of the more brilliant students in Science.
  • Headphones Equal Isolation: I don't sing along, but the effect is still there. Talk to me, and you'll be ignored. Whether or not I hear you is a completely different matter.
  • Heartwarming Moment: After his retirement, the aforementioned character, although known for his numerous human rights infractions, helped a war veteran back onto his feet, and back into society.
  • Heterosexual Life-Partners: My best friend and I. Also, Treble and the General. It's implied that the General died sometime before his retirement, and that Treble got over the death.
  • Hidden in Plain Sight: I can stand behind the teacher, setting up the VGA cables like I always do, and he or she can ask, "Where's <name>?" I usually respond with a "He's absent, sir/madam."
  • Hollywood Hacking: Subverted. Graves can type that fast, because his MacGuffin grants him skill in his bodies, to counteract the fact that if he couldn't control it properly, he'd die much faster. Smith duly notes that Graves would make an excellent Yuki Nagato.
  • Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Fate (read: classmates) really want to ship me with girls that are shorter than me. It just so happens that I'm rather tall. Quite a few platonic friends are also female and short. *sigh*
  • Humiliation Conga: One of the Crowning Moments of Stupidity in MUN was when the LTTE threatened the Coalition forces that we had nukes, and for our Last Stand, we would blow ourselves up, and take the whole island with us. The Crisis Room's reply? "Bring It, Bitches!" The LTTE stronghold got crushed thoroughly. Then the Sri Lankan government sent their Minister of Foreign Affairs who delivered a "The Reason You Suck" Speech. We took the messenger hostage, which was more like we let her sit in with us and watch us make nonsensical plans, like calling in the Justice League and sending Russian guerillas armed with AK-47s to assassinate the Sri Lankan president. Half of them were Refuge in Audacity, because we actually did them despite our reservations, while the other half were just for the laughs. Nobody in the Sri Lankan government believed the reports she sent back, so this doubles as Screw The War, We're Partying.
  • Hyperspace Arsenal: Reconstructed into a real pocket dimension, filled with things including a continent-sized fusion reactor to power Graves's creations, science-fiction weapons that doubles as shoutouts and it can be used as a weapon or communication device. For example, when the enemy started using ultra-wideband radar to jam communications, Graves switched to using his Hyperspace Arsenal as one by opening two portals for himself and his supercomputers.
  • Husky Russkie: General Chekhov, from my stories is one. He isn't named Ivan, Vladimir, Yuri, Dmitri, or Boris though.
  • I Always Wanted to Say That: Happens all the time in real life, and in the stories. It's usually replaced with an awfully wide grin though.
  • I Didn't Mean To Turn You On: Meeting up with female ex-classmates, all of which I'm now on good terms with, realizing that they've become way more attractive in more than a few places... Well, class gatherings are always fun.
  • I Got This: Subverted. Aizen tries to defend Andrew after he meets Treble. With a shaped nuclear charge. Graves sends the charge into outer space, then slams the tank on the ground repeatedly, stopping a thousand words later, or about a minute later, or sixty hits later.
  • I Just Write the Thing: It's not my fault that the two original characters became crazy enough to end up being the main characters for the first portfolio. I'm going to try and make the second portfolio more about the side characters, though that's subject to change.
  • I Know You Know I Know: Back in the days when I hung around in forums, I used to participate in RPGs. Serious ones, mind you, where people would meet up in dedicated IRC channels to discuss strategy, and all-out war would erupt every other week. Sometimes, we'd do something inanely stupid just to mess with the opposition. When we actually derail their plans, we act smug, and say, "I Meant to Do That." If we don't, well, that's going in our signatures under the comedy section.
  • If You Die, I Call Your Stuff: During an event held at the Science Center, the guy in charge of us got forced into volunteering for the Tesla Coil demonstration. Specifically, the one involving the Faraday cage. It just so happened that his girlfriend was in charge. We promptly dolled out his stuff among ourselves. I got his camera. He didn't die, though we did scare him a bit.
  • If You Do Anything To Hurt My Friends: The rest of us would come after you. Trust us. Expect us. We do not forgive. We do not forget.
  • It's For A Book: I ask my father all sorts of questions. Some are relatively innocent, like the possible problems with Dyson Spheres. Some, are more graphic, like whether it is possible to fill up the whole digestive tract, from mouth to anus and everything in between with concrete using just one tube in the ass.
  • It Works Better with Bullets: Justified. Graves held up his hands, opened portals in their magazines, and began dumping them on the floor. When the soldiers didn't surrender, he followed up on his threat, and began dumping their kidneys on the floor.
  • Jade-Colored Glasses: Very useful in writing, and in entertaining classmates.
  • Jerk with a Heart of Gold: I swear, I am. I just appear to quite a lot of people as Jerkass because I'm just anti-social.
  • Kill It with Fire:
    • After an unfortunate incident during a Biology practical, where I accidentally destroyed a Bunsen burner with ethanol, I am not allowed to handle gas taps or bunsen burners. Like that ever stopped a pyromaniac...
    • In Na No Wri Mo 2010, the enemy summoned Israfel, which got promptly destroyed by antimatter bombs. When it rebuilt itself, a fuel-air bomb was used. It didn't die, but it was weakened considerably.
  • Knight in Sour Armor: Sure, my classmates are stupid, but they're still my classmates. I will protect them, because if I do, then that's one more happy person. Besides, when I die, and ex-classmates get called up to make eulogies, I want them to mean every single thing they say, and not say it because they're meant to respect the dead.
  • Kuudere: With people I know, Type 3. With people I don't know, Type 4. Classmates have started wondering whether I'm Kuudere or Dandere.
  • Lap Pillow: Half the time, Fang and I end up in this position. It's awfully comfortable. Awfully awkward too, if Fang's wearing a skirt.
  • Large Ham: My History teacher can most probably do an excellent Gaston. He has a knack for making everything seem more important, and gives a Narm Charm to practically everything. Hell, he can make someone not completing the tutorials seem like high treason.
  • Last-Name Basis: People who want to piss me off usually address me by my last name, knowing how much I dislike it. In my stories, almost everyone is addressed by their last name, mainly because those aren't their real last names, but their call signs.
  • Leitmotif: Not many people understand the lyrics to COOL EDITION, mainly because it's a song from Suzumiya Haruhi, and most people assume female singers = upbeat lyrics. I prefer to keep it that way.
  • Lemony Narrator: Anytime there's an omniscient narrator in the story, this gets invoked. Anytime the narrator is a main character, this gets invoked. My teachers don't like it, but eh… It works, and it gets people laughing.
  • Let Us Never Speak of This Again: After Graves and Smith looked through Chekhov's internet history, they discover a video involving squids. They decide to never speak of that again.
  • Lightbulb Joke: From a certain incident in MUN mentioned in You Gotta Have Blue Hair
    How many Sri Lankan ministers does it take to fix a projector?

    None. They call up the head of LTTE to do it for them.
  • Look Behind You: I chatter at length, then trail off. Then I just stare behind the person I'm talking to for a while, then go "Whoa". It always works.
  • Loophole Abuse: Discussed all the time just before competitions, mainly to calm ourselves down.
  • Major Injury Underreaction/Minor Injury Overreaction: People ignore me when I scream in pain like a Large Ham. People do take attention when I calmly walk into class, with a gigantic wound on my calf, blood running into my socks.
  • Magnificent Bastard/Manipulative Bastard: Yamato. The whole plot started because she wanted to meet with Treble's ex-colleague in the enemy organization. It just went Off the Rails, with a Bolivian Army Ending, but she'd find a way to factor that into her plans. Somehow.
  • Medium Awareness: Treble often speculates that he, and the other main characters are pawns in a story. He's correct, but the characters often question him when they end up in a sticky situation.
  • More Dakka: When it's just you and a few other people facing off a real army, you'd tend to invoke this trope sooner or later. Played straight in Na No Wri Mo 2010.
  • Nakama: Despite all my misgivings about the human race in general, yes, I do love my Nakama. We met each other via mutual friends, and we all have nicknames for each other.
    • 1) Me, obviously. I'm called Kyon, mainly because of the world-weary, cynical nature, Brilliant, but Lazy nature. And my snarking.
    • 2) Fang/Stefanie. She has a particularly pronounced fang, and a love for a ton of animes. We met through a mutual friend J, both of us being platonic friends with him. I went over to say hi to J when I popped by his school for an event. We ended up chatting for quite a while because I was 2 hours early, and I was planning on eating lunch there. We became very good friends from there. Bonus points for her being in the same tuition class as me.
    • 3) Wasabi. We met in secondary school. I was responsible for making him waste so much more time, by introducing to anime. Specifically, Lucky Star, then Suzumiya Haruhi, then K-ON, then Neon Genesis Evangelion, and so on. He's now unhappy that he's wasting time trying to download anime. He also learned why I've been trying to get a terabyte hard drive as a gift from Fang for the whole of last year. He was in a rather bad mood, because he lost most of his favorite mangas due to a certain scanlation site shutting down.
    • 4) Kelly. We met as classmates, and I was first struck by her intelligence, and drawing skill. Yes, she was extremely cute, and most probably spawned the misconception that I'm into Lolicon and Pettanko kind of girls. That's actually a name she picked for herself, for reasons unknown. She loves manga, and is a Yaoi Fangirl.
    • 5) Tyson. The odd one out, who doesn't like anime and manga. He, however, is a fantastic writer, and a sharpshooter. We are one of the closest friends, and have been repeatedly asked by Kelly whether we want to get a room, and let her watch. Being the joking kind, Tyson agrees. I wouldn't mind. He was the one responsible for shifting my interest to writing, mainly because he got into the Creative Arts Programme, while I didn't. We all call him Tyson, just to irk him at first, but it's now more of a pet-name, kinda like Azu-nyan.
    • 6) Soap. Also not a big fan of anime and manga, with the exception of Neon Genesis Evangelion. No, not that kind of Soap. There was a very noodly incident involving soap, chickens, and Tyson, Soap and I got disqualified from a competition. Nobody apart from the 8 of us know the exact details, and we prefer to keep it that way. Soap's very easily amused, to the point that reminding him about the Pastamania Incident, or the Table 4 Incident, or anything noodly enough can make him roll in laughter. Fang and I are masters at that.
    • 7) Jia En/Karen. When Tyson and Karen first met, I was extremely amused to note to both of them that their Chinese names were identical. Hence, it's become a Running Gag to call their chinese name, and watch the two of them whip around dramatically. Then we'd add the surname and one of them would go back to whatever they were doing. Karen enjoys shipping me with Kelly, because of my especially pronounced Big Brother Instinct for her, and with Tyson, because we'd humor Kelly and her thoughts.
    • 8) Muffin. He's Wasabi's ex-classmate, and for some reason, everybody in his old class used to have a food-related nickname. He's pretty much the Cute Shotaro Boy, the Forehead of Doom, the Keetness, and the Covert Pervert tropes put together, and thus, one of Kelly's favorite people. Unsurprisingly, we invoke Papa Wolf and Mama Bear on anyone who dares bully him.
    • There are a few more people, which I won't mention because there're kinda far enough for me to ignore.
    • Do not threaten any of them. I will protect them like they're my brothers and my sisters.
  • Necktie Leash: The school uniform consists of a Necktie Leash. Anytime anyone wants to make their point known, they invoke this trope. There's even a few styles to this.
  • Never Heard That One Before: My surname sounds suspiciously like a number. Seriously, people? You seriously think nobody thought of using that on me?
  • Nice Guy: I used to be a temperamental Jerk with a Heart of Gold. Sometime last year, I changed into a Nice Guy. Even I don't know why, or how, only that suddenly, I realized that my threshold for anger had risen sharply.
  • No Doubt the Years Have Changed Me: Said by Soryu, in an attempt to get Treble to remember him. Once he does, the plot starts rolling.
  • Noodle Incident: In my stories, something terrible happened in Geneva, back in 1999. Apparently, the General got to play out Zhuge Liang's Empty City Plot, and massacred an enemy army, a group of Researchers blew up a noodle factory, a Spetsnaz team was caught trying to sell a nuclear warhead and enough craziness happened so that almost everybody owed everybody else enough favors from there for the rest of their life. In real life, there's the Cotton Candy Incident, where a certain classmate had to take a blood test to confirm he wasn't high on drugs, and the Lemon Tea Incident, where almost half the class got in trouble with the discipline head. In RPGs, there's the (Freelancer) Supernova Incident, and the (Nationstates) Overkill Incident. They were always fun.
  • Off the Rails: All the time. Our GM has learnt that being Crazy-Prepared is not enough. He needs to be excellent at making shit up. Our current RPG started with a bomb threat at the airport. Right now, we've gone through manhunts across several continents, time-traveled to the past and caused a Stable Time Loop worthy of Primer, contacted silicon-based extraterrestrials with radio telescopes, and we haven't even been to the airport.
  • Oh, Crap!: Let's see... I have two weeks before the History debates, that's enough time. *teacher pops in for a moment, announces that the debates are starting tomorrow* Cue the curses.
  • Old Shame: Don't we all have them? I used to write terrible fanfiction, and well, thank goodness I lost them when I moved.
  • Omni Disciplinary Scientist: I'm aiming for that. The Other Wiki handles the hard and in-depth stuff, while TvTropes handles the literary devices, books, anime, manga, TV shows and pretty much everything else. It makes it very easy when I'm writing, and I need some accurate details.
  • One-Gender School: Complete with all the Ho Yay. I'm surprised that there aren't anybody who's been kicked out of the closet. Well, there are quite a few who are heavily implied, but until they say so...
  • One True Pairing: Kyon/Yuki, Ritsu/Mio, Konata/Kagami, Shinji/Rei, Keita/Riko etc.
  • Only Known by Their Nickname: Since it's kinda easy for me to mistake my name as various words in various languages, I usually ask people to call me "Timothy". It stuck, and now teachers are starting to adopt that. In the Nakama, I'm just called Kyon, because it's easy to pronounce.
  • Open-Minded Parent: My parents are fine with whatever I do as long as I don't get in trouble. My mother is keen to ship Fang and I together, but when it comes down to it, she'll keep her hands out of it. They trust that I won't do… certain things with my friends. It borders on Hands-Off Parenting at times, though they're still anal about handing up assignments on time.
  • Percussive Maintenance: Why not? It often works, and if it doesn't, it usually doesn't screw things up too much. Besides, it helps the blood pressure and stress levels.
  • Perverse Sexual Lust: Oh my god, Yuki was so damn cute in Disappearance. Kyonko too. I mean, the long legs, the long socks and short skirt, the Little Miss Snarker, the Pettanko. Also, genderbent Yuki, and genderbent Kagami sound remarkably hot in those videos. Right... Let's hope none of my classmates sees this...
  • Picked Last: Thank god for intensely competitive classmates who can't be bothered with teams so long as they score the most kills/points in a single PE period.
  • Pity the Kidnapper: Soryu, after being kidnapped, proceeds to piss off the kidnappers by rambling, and talking non-stop. He's soon rescued, and somehow knocks out everybody. One of them had a broken kneecap, while another guard had all his fingernails removed.
  • Player Tic: Compulsive reloading whenever I'm not killing anything in FPS, finishing off enemies with powerful combos if possible, giving my character highly suggestive names, weapons and attributes.
  • Poirot Speak: Hey. I live in Singapore. We have mangled together English, Chinese, Malay, Hokkien Chinese, Cantonese Chinese and a bit of Tamil to form an unofficial language that the government really dislikes.
  • Popcultural Osmosis Failure: Usually averted. Spending so much time on the Internet with friends that hang out all over the Internet means that I'm the one telling people about stuff like 4chan sending Bieber to North Korea. In the event that this gets invoked, I can usually crap out vague answers to act like I know, then rush to the nearest corner to check Google.
  • Popular Is Dumb: There's popular and dumb kids (read: quite a lot of the rugby players), popular and smart kids (read: quite a lot of rugby players), unpopular and smart kids (read: the socially-inept nerds), and the unpopular and dumb kids. I'm under "smart", despite my grades, and hovering around "neutral".
  • Power Of Friendship: Group projects tend to be more irritating. No, I'm not a misanthropic jerk, just someone who prefers to do it all himself. Yes, it's possible to have a Brilliant, but Lazy perfectionist. Ignoring projects, yes, I admit friends are extremely powerful, and if you're making friends, be damn sure they're not the kind who'd use it for evil.
  • Primal Fear: Those damn screamers. I'm usually Genre Savvy enough to work out whether one is by looking at the title. The last time I got tricked, I swore that if I made the Daemon, I'd unleash it on those assholes, followed by spammers and so on.
  • Proud to Be a Geek: I include lot of subtle (and not-so-subtle) references to novels, comics and anime all the time.
  • Psychotic Smirk: My smirks are less psychotic, and more "I-Have-An-Idea". My lab partner knows that if such a smirk comes up, he should back away, especially if sharp items, potentially dangerous chemicals, electricity and/or fire is involved.
  • Pyromaniac: I'm one of the few who have been asked to not use the Bunsen burners due to safety and cost reasons.
  • Raging Stiffie: Right... Um, can we move on to another subject?
  • Realistic Diction Is Unrealistic: Nobody speaks with perfect grammar. People will screw up their grammar and pronunciations. Still, I have to write them as though they've gotten a doctorate in English.
  • Reference Overdosed: Repeat after me… TV Tropes Will Enhance Your Life. TV Tropes Will Enhance Your Life. TV Tropes Will Enhance Your Life.
  • Reflexive Response: I sing along to songs. It doesn't matter whether I can hit the correct pitch, or whether I know the lyrics. I can usually make up something that's somewhat faithful to the original song after a while. Also, if I'm not singing, I'm tapping my fingers to the beat, which isn't something I want if I'm trying to rush out a report, and a slow song comes up on iTunes.
    • Also, a tendency to look at obstacles and continue blindly running at it. On one hand, being a traceur means that I usually get past it. On the other hand, I screw up too often for my liking, and have gained quite a few scars from underestimating the obstacles. My last scar was because I mistook a flooded drain for a soaked footpath, and was trying to use it to jump over a railing. One leg went in, and out came a calf with a bad cut that kept oozing blood for the next two hours while I went to get medical attention. There was much spraining of ankles before rolling became a reflex.
  • Ridiculous Procrastinator: To quote from an unknown troper from TroperTales, "Project due? Do it the day before it's due, get an A, repeat." Also, all my classmates expect me to be late, or do it the night before, and I never disappoint them.
  • Romantic Two-Girl Friendship: My primary school had girls. As it turns out, they did not end up being as pure as I thought, and class gatherings tend to become awkward, with guys checking out the girls, and the girls doing things which could lead to nosebleeds given the wrong context. I prefer to have no part in it, but you should know what a Covert Pervert would do in situations like this, right?
  • Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue...: There's so many perverted and/or memetic variations I could think of...
  • Rousing Speech: Subverted, and invoked in a MUN I attended in June 2010 as a secretary/security guard. We called ourselves the Securitaries, because it sounded awesome. I was assigned to JCC, and we were running the Sri Lankan event, with me in the LTTE. One of our recruitment exercises took place in the Crisis Room, with both sides invited, and the Crisis Room packed up to hide all the notes, directives and future news articles. The first speech was not bad, being made by someone who literally ran on the Rule of Cool and Rule of Funny. The second speech was pure verbal diarrhea, and made both the Sri Lankan government and LTTE vacate the room in the first five seconds.
  • Rule of Cool:
    • In Na No Wri Mo 2010, while everything was extremely realistic, excluding the science fiction weapons, one incident stood out. In an attempt to invoke Dramatic Entry, Treble, and his ex-colleague, Soryu, detonated charges in the parking lot, culminating in an "ingeniously rigged small scale implosion-type nuclear fusion charge". It was immediately lampshaded, after the cries of pain due to the intense light, because it did not kill them from the overpressure, nor the radiation.
    • In the aforementioned MUN, the Crisis Room threw crap at the LTTE, at one point sending a genocidal coalition and decimating our troops between the second and third day. We sent numerous directives, all plainly suicidal and stupid, including a kamikaze bombing run (where all 60 planes crashed into each other simultaneously, detonating all the bombs on board, and creating a spectacular explosion that the Sri Lankan government enjoyed tremendously), 20,000 child suicide bombers (they succeeded, only to have the UN Peacekeepers we called to handle to genocide to come in right in the middle of the fiasco) and 108 assassination attempts against the only minister who actually did anything in the Sri Lankan cabinet, the Minister of Foriegn Affairs.
    • Eventually, after all the failures, the LTTE called in allies from alternate universes, including Jack Bauer, Superman, the Justice League, etc. And the Crisis Room allowed it. Since nowhere in the rules stated that we, the secretaries, weren't allowed to help even though we technically speaking, don't exist, I drew up a list of allies filling a whiteboard. There's a photo of about half of it, made by the Crisis Room who loved it enough to declare the insanely one-sided Curb-Stomp Battle a draw on account of our list.
  • Rule of Funny: At the beginning of the MUN, the Crisis Room allowed JCC to make their own newspaper articles, which they would send to the Printing Room to make enough copies for all of us. The overall-in-charge bought 3 boxes of A4 paper. We finished it in 3 days, because the aforementioned guy decided that the best way to win this, and convince the Sri Lankan government to cede land to us was to create a smear campaign, because we had captured the president's son… somehow. The sex scandals, at its peak, revealed that every night, the entire cabinet and their parents would go down to the zoo, and engage in various sex acts with various people, and the son would always end up being the Uke, even when paired with a baby duck.
    • The kicker was when the Crisis Room was getting tired of transcribing the newspaper articles, because they had to deal with the Sri Lankan government asking about the citizens, the insanely funny CEO of Ceylon Tea asking every 5 minutes whether his tea fields were alright, and LTTE making newspaper articles every 30 minutes after a tsunami. They issued a press release, lampshading our constant scandals, and implied that the people were laughing on the streets about the absurdness of it all. Being the Chaotic Good/Neutral/Evil Jerkass that he is, he replied with another newspaper article making it very clear that LTTE has been air-dropping supplies, and sending men to help the citizens like the Yakuza in the 1995 Kobe Earthquake, while the Sri Lankan government asked whether their zoo animals were alright and fertile. That's when the Crisis Room decided to screw the rules and go to war with LTTE.
    • The laconic version: We managed to go Off the Rails so badly, we made the GM bend the rules and come after us with their god-like powers.
  • Running Gag: Among the friends from MUN, "The president's son" and "The Sri Lankan president needs help with the projector", after the series of press releases, and a particularly amusing incident that LTTE seized as comedy gold.
  • Sand In My Eyes: I don't even bother with saying that out loud, mainly because I rarely cry, and because there's never sand, or dust when you need it. Besides, glaring at someone while sniffing, while tears run down your face can convince people that it's not a good time to tease, let alone ask. On the plus side, nobody remembers anybody crying, because it's kinda rare, and most of us, or at least according to my observations, would just bury their faces into their jackets or bags.
  • Sarcasm Failure: Being part of a non-existent group at MUN which was created to communicate between committees and allow crazy shit like, I swear I'm not joking, SPECPOL's Somalia coming over to JCC and offering 200,000 troops to LTTE, and Crisis Room accepting, has its perks. For one, at the end of everyday, after the delegates have left, we've been debriefed, we troop to the cafeteria, order up drinks, and take a look at highlights of the day. For example, love letters from Rwanda and Cuba to Brazil in SPECPOL that are so damn mushy, no words can describe them.
    • Also, the Israeli arms dealer that came in to LTTE to supply weapons worked a sexual joke into every single reply, until it culminated in this exchange.
    The dude in charge of Air Force (Air Tiger): Alright, guys. Let me handle this.
    Air Tiger: Alright. Umm… sir. We would like tanks.
    Israeli: What tanks? I have many tanks. Name your tanks, and I'll name my prices.
    Air Tiger: I want your biggest, most badass tank.
    Israeli: You sure you can afford it?
    Air Tiger: Sure.
    Israeli: I only have one with me. No more.
    Air Tiger: We'll take it.
    Israeli (points at groin): This. Is. My. Biggest. Tank.

    • Bonus points for grabbing the head of LTTE in a way that would make any Yaoi Fangirl squeal.
    • Lastly, during the third day, we heard a guy, which we identified as a certain schoolmate from the historical committee due to his hot pink T shirt scream from one end of the table to the other to a male delegate “No, for the last time, I would not have sex with you!”. The whole cafeteria of Securitaries, Delegates and Chairs heard it, much to our collective amusement.
  • Sarcastic Clapping: The aforementioned incident, when brought up among the Securitaries, invoked this trope, followed by an in-depth debate with the teacher in charge of us on what weapons should LTTE have chosen.
  • Savvy Guy, Energetic Girl: Very enjoyable, in the Nakama. Wasabi is one of the most laid-back people I know. Kelly is a Kuudere, and lampshades it by wondering whether she has more mitochondria than normal people. Kelly drags Wasabi everywhere, much to our encouragement. He would complain, except that Fang and I keep distracting him with stuff. Fang and I, on the other hand, play this trope straight. I am rather energetic, and very upbeat. Fang is extremely quiet, and doesn't mind the anime shoutouts that come along with her silence and stoicness.
  • Schrödinger Fu: All the RPGs with alliances always end up invoking this trope. Instead of trying to out-think and out-guess the opposition, we sometimes just do something insanely weird, and cross our fingers, and hope the opposition think we're setting a brilliant plan in motion. Sure, it could help us succeed, but there's a very good chance that everything blows up in our face. We get another Noodle Incident if everybody looks back at it, and go, "What. The. Fuck. Were we smoking when we did all this?"
  • Screw Yourself: If I genderbend myself, I'll most probably get something like a cross between Yuki and Kyonko, with Konata's love for anime, Yuki's love for books and glasses, Kyonko's Little Miss Snarker, Tsumugi's imagination, a chest as flat as a runway, black hair, most probably in a pageboy or ponytail, and, well, I'll do myself in an instant. Right. I'll be in my bunk, if you need me.
  • Secret Test of Character: Notably averted. Personally, you're either going to be seen as a Jerkass if the person you're attempting this on holds honesty as one of their values, or you're going to look stupid. Actually, most of the time, you'll look like a jerk if anybody gets through. If you're using it to screen people for friends and such, don't bother. Most people can't be bothered to go through all that trouble. Whoever thought of "Sometimes we put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to tear them down." is obviously someone who lives in a completely different story, somewhere on the opposite end of the Sliding Scale of Idealism vs. Cynicism.
  • Seinfeldian Conversation: Conversations with friends while we go back home can somehow digress to conversations about possible thermite-related memes.
  • Serial Tweaker: I either stay on the edit page for hours, dutifully poring through half a dozen indexes, or I type out something and save, then come back a few minutes later with an edit.
  • Sexy Shirt Switch: Invoked quite a lot of times partially, due to me being 180cm, or almost 6 feet, tall, and a ton of my female friends being a head or two shorter. And no, I am not that lucky, I just have female friends who don't mind my looser shirts when they come over to my place for projects and studying.
  • She Is Not My Girlfriend: The problem with Nakamas is that everybody can be shipped together. Everybody thinks Fang and I make a good couple, for instance, and we all think Wasabi and Kelly would make an interesting couple. Kelly thinks that Tyson and I would be a fantastic couple. We all find it irritating that almost anything we do can be misconstrued as Ship Tease.
  • Shipper on Deck: Kelly, very much so. Also, to a lesser extent, Karen and I. She's the closest anybody has got to a Canon Ship, due to our incessant teasing, flirting and BST. We sank the ship after a while because she'd rather we stay as platonic friends. I prefer to see this as the Backup Ship.
  • Shown Their Work: Na No Wri Mo 2010 is filled with accurate calculations, but they've been fudged a little, because we don't need to know how far something flew, right down the fourth decimal point. Also, the sole K-ON shout out was a perfect description of Ritsu's main drum set, a yellow Rick Marotta Signature Yamaha Hipgig. And a set of Avedis Zildjian cymbals.
  • Shout-Out: The more, the merrier.
  • Shutting Up Now: For me, that usually means I'm moving to a different topic, or I'm going to hold it in, go home, and start typing on the blog.
  • Sick and Wrong: Certain fanfics on that detail out the process of breaking down someone into a Broken Bird sexually, like a certain one involving Yui is this trope. On the other hand, I'm perfectly fine with giving people horrid mental images, so long as everything is human. Muffin is also good at this trope, being one of the few who joins in and pushes the limits.
  • Sleep Cute: Muffin, Karen and Kelly look positively adorable when they're asleep. Tyson and Wasabi snores. Soap is remarkably silent. Fang and I usually have insomnia, so we just stay up watching anime, listening to music, chatting and just watching the rest sleep. It's very rare we can get the whole gang together, so the two of us enjoy the view for as long as we can. The rumors of Fang and I started when Tyson and Karen saw me sleeping in a corner, legs crossed, while one arm was around Fang's shoulders as her head rested on my shoulder. In Fang and my opinion, Muffin looks the cutest when he sleeps. He's also the most likely to scowl and smile widely later at that when we say it to his face.
  • Someday This Will Come in Handy: I purposely invoke this trope by learning about anything that interests me via Wiki Walk. Better still, almost anything interests me.
  • Soundtrack Dissonance: Combining upbeat music like anything from K-ON or Suzumiya Haruhi while slaughtering people in Counter-Strike always makes it more fun. I backstabbed someone just as Kyon does his infamous "BYUN!" in his version of Hare Hare Yukai, to my great amusement. Also, classical music and Team Fortress 2 always go well together.
  • Spanner in the Works: When I'm on multiplayer mode on any game, there's a very good chance I'm on official servers, where the maps are actually decent. To quote Daemon partially, some maps are just crappy, with environmental hazards located haphazardly. I know the maps I frequent like the back of my hand. I will set traps, trust me.
  • Spit Take: People like Soap don't execute spit takes. They hold everything in their mouth, while laughing silently, and cursing you in their mind.
  • Stealth Pun:
    • After a lot of convincing, our current GM has decided to use less Incredibly Lame Pun, and more Stealth Pun. That doesn't stop us from groaning both OOC, and in character.
    • A certain enemy pyromaniac named Dresden was tasked with firebombing the base. Yes, it became the Bombing of Dresden.
  • Suspiciously Specific Denial: Accidentally played straight. "No, Fang is not my girlfriend. We are just platonic friends, and we have not done those things your dirty minds are thinking of right now. And no, I'm not in denial!" Unsurprisingly, everybody reverses everything, and my denial has been interpreted as "Yes, Fang is my girlfriend. We are not just platonic friends, and we have done those things your dirty minds are thinking of right now. And yes, I'm in denial!" *sigh*
  • Takahashi Couple: Fang and I can have gigantic wars lasting for ages, mainly due to some stupid reason. I'm usually the Tsundere, while she's the Jerk with a Heart of Gold, but we both have qualities of both anyway. Yeah, everybody's trying to tell us to admit that we love each other for ages already.
  • Take That!: Treble compares the plot of the porn Chekhov watches to a 50,000 word novel churned out in thirty days.
  • Technobabble: Invoked in Na No Wri Mo 2010. Used only in a scene, where Graves weaponizes it, and knocks out Smith for fun. As it turns out, knocking him out made it impossible for them to know about the invasion fleet twenty kilometers behind them.
  • Tempting Fate:
    • Every other event in the MUN is, or borders on Tempting Fate.
    • Often in Na No Wri Mo 2010. Lampshaded all the time too, with various references to Fate being a temperamental woman who screams at characters and points the middle finger at them.
  • Ten Minutes in the Closet: I don't know what happened between Wasabi and Kelly. All I know is that when they came out, he was noticeably excited, and had a smug and resigned look on his face, while Kelly's face was flushed. Must have been hot in there... On the other hand, when Fang and I got this trope invoked on us, nothing happened. That's the story we're sticking to.
  • That Came Out Wrong: When my Biology teacher was explaining about the large intestine, he kept going back to the importance of fiber. The whole class just saw it as an excuse for him to make as many reference to anal sex as possible. There was much amusement when he got picked to do the Sex Ed talk for the whole level.
  • The Collector of the Strange: Due to my CCA, I get to collect the pins from fire extinguishers. It's just that a certain senior also enjoy collecting pins, and we end up stealing pins from used extinguishers and each other.
  • The Combat Pragmatist: Screw the rules. You hit your opponent as hard as you can where it hurts most. For example, eyes, throats, armpits, groin. Also, your surroundings. I have won a fight with a cabinet, monkey bars, stairs and a bench, though not at the same time. My philosophy about fights, is that you should avoid them. If you can't avoid them, you end them as fast as you can with as much force you can muster.
  • The Door Slams You: For doors that are pulled open, I fling them open forcefully. I sometimes forget that I'm too close, and I've cracked glass doors because of that. Very amusing, until I remember that it's a head injury.
  • The Glomp: Karen greets members of our Nakama with a glomp. That rubbed off the resident Genki Girl, Kelly, so we can have two people glomping a single person. When Fang gets glomped by Karen and Kelly… well, you can't blame the guys from enjoying the sight.
  • Think Happy Thoughts: After an incident when Kelly was on a sugar rush, telling each other to think happy thoughts results in Kelly blushing furiously, and hitting whoever said that.
  • There Is Only One Bed: We usually fix this problem by letting the two smallest people, Muffin and Karen share the bed, Kelly and Wasabi share a mattress, Tyson always gets the sleeping bag because he sleepwalks, and Soap picks whatever spot is left, because he doesn't mind. Fang and I end up sleeping in odd positions. We have slept together on a desktop chair before. It was rather comfortable, because her head was on the table, and not against my face, but I had trouble walking the next morning because my legs were too numb.
    • Other solutions involve Kelly and Karen sleeping together on the same bed, and Muffin and Wasabi sharing the mattress. We stopped using that after a while because of Kelly and Muffin. They're a Yaoi Fangirl and a Yuri Fan respectively, and they're not afraid to crank up the Ho Yay and Les Yay for each other.
  • Throw It In!: I acted in a play in the Drama Club, about a play's final rehearsal before its opening night, that was written as a huge Shout-Out/Take That! against our superhuman abilities to continue joking and flubbing our lines the day before any performance, but somehow pulling it off flawlessly. I got the role as the Stage Manager in the play, and in the play, and completely ad-libbed everything. At one point, I had to grab the panicking director by the shoulders and yell, "Get a hold of yourself! I have a plan!", then go on a 30 second monologue on a plan, and had to come up with a new one every time we rehearsed. On the opening night of the play, this troper grabbed the director, yelled, "Get a hold of yourself! I have a plan!" and couldn't come up with anything. There was a full 30 seconds of awkward silence, before I came back with, "Actually… No, I don't have a plan. Go back to your panicking. I'll be at Subway if you need me." The director was facing away from the audience, which made it easier for her to hide her muffled laughter as I walked off stage. We got back on track after that.
  • Time for Plan B: In the MUN, after a terrible incident where the LTTE lost 100,000 men and the Sri Lankan government lost 8.5 men (Really. We checked with Crisis Room five times.), the head looked solemnly at the delegates and deadpanned. "Gentlemen, the Securitary has just delivered bad news and worse news. The bad news, is that the LTTE lost 100,000 men and the Sri Lankan government lost 8.5 men in the raid against our base of operations, Kandy. The worse news is that we have exhausted the Roman and Greek alphabets, and are halfway through the Cyrillic alphabet. It's time for Plan Uk!"
  • Too Dumb to Live: Great idea, guys. We have an internationally-respected coalition committing genocide in an attempt to flush us out. If we attack them, they will crush us. If we attack the capital of Sri Lanka, they will come after us. India refuses to help. What do we do? We call the UN Peacekeepers. *a few hours later IRL, or a few months later in MUN* Why aren't they here? Time to send 20,000 child suicide bombers. Yay, they succeeded! Time to break out the cham- HOLY SHIT, the UN just arrived, right in the middle of the aftermath! Peacekeepers immediately denounce us, Coalition starts marching down at us, and Sri Lanka starts marching up to us.

    Oh, Crap!.
  • To the Pain: After Aizen was introduced as a date rapist, he meets Treble, Chekhov and Graves. Who proceed to make him piss in his pants from pure terror. Then he gets three tranquilizer darts to the neck. What makes this different from Humiliation Conga is that Aizen is tortured slowly by Soryu, with the sadistic geek explaining whatever he does. All the reader sees is Soryu removing all of Aizen's fingernails with pliers for the first three, and a hammer and iron wedges for the remaining seven. The doctor also uses a sledgehammer to his kneecaps. The last we see of it was Soryu gagging Aizen, then smiling, saying that he would now begin the true torture.
  • Training the Peaceful Villagers: One of the saner directives during the crazy 3rd day of MUN was to start training the villagers, and building an arms factory. We never did get to use it, because our base of operations, Kandy, which we fortified, got crushed by the Coalition and the Sri Lankan forces, and we were forced back into guerilla warfare.
  • Tsundere: I'm a Type A, but Type B around my Nakama. Fang's vaguely Type A, Wasabi's a Type A but he's too laid-back to do much anyway, Kelly's a Type A, Tyson's a Type A through and through, Soap's a Type A, Karen's a Type B, and Muffin's a Type B who can break into "Tsun-mode" so easily that he's practically a lovable Yangire.
  • Unreliable Narrator: I can guarantee that my Nakama, my stories, RPG and MUN, and all the tropes relating to them are real. Everything else is most probably exaggerated. Slightly.
  • Uriah Gambit: In the enemy organization of Na No Wri Mo 2010, not following orders can lead to this.
  • Videogame Caring Potential: My second batch of creatures in Spore are extremely kind, accepting alliances from everyone, and willing to trade and exchange economic benefits with everyone. They got wiped out, after a series of ill-timed actions made them look bad, and… yeah.
  • Videogame Cruelty Potential: My first batch of creatures were extremely war-like, and built a culture of war to crush anything in their path. I had them crush every single civilization they could as soon as they could, as fast as they could.
    • The third batch was when I finally got down to creating a civilization that teamed up with another to wipe out their enemies. We moved on to the next stage together. That was heartwarming.
  • Vitriolic Best Buds: This is going to be long...
    • Tyson and I. The two of us regularly tease each other. I say that he's a womanizer. He brings up my supposed relationship with Fang. We're both jerks, and people actually wonder at first sight how we are still friends. It's mainly because he inspired me to go into writing, and he's often the one who keeps me grounded, and reminds me that even if the Nakama leaves me, he'll still stay with me. We went paintballing once, and well, we were the two Leeroy Jenkins/Back-to-Back Badasses running into the enemies while firing away. Tyson's a remarkably accurate shot, and he keeps telling me to handle the suppressive fire. Kelly just watches us argue with glee.
    • Fang and I, somewhat. We argue over the most trivial stuff in anime, and not-so-trivial stuff, like whether Ritsu is better than Mio. I think Ritsu is better, because she's the genki club president, and she provides the backing rhythms. Fang thinks Mio is better because of Mio's sheer woobieness. I'm going to make her watch Disappearance as soon as the DVD comes out on December. I'll be treating it as a birthday present. Plus, the movie would be more professional than the current camrip, which even though was rather poor in quality at the start, was still awesome. Besides, if I can get her to jump from Kyon/Haruhi to Kyon/Yuki, all the better! I've been regularly reminding her of how she cried during the last few episodes of K-ON!! too, only for her to remind me that I'm Not So Stoic.
      • To her great joy, Mio won the 2010 ISML Heavenly Tiara. Ritsu, as she liked to point out, never came close.
  • We Are as Mayflies: Look up into the night sky, and remember that for every speck of light you see, that's another ball of gases undergoing fusion, possibly bigger than our Sun, and all so far away that the light you see are several years old. Remember that, according to the Drake equation, there are most probably aliens out there. Remember that to whatever's out there, we're just nothing but a ball that barely perturbs our Sun's orbit, and we will never be detected unless someone's looking specifically for planets. Remember that if, one of these days, the Sun goes into a red giant, and kills us all, nobody will ever know.
  • What Measure Is a Mook?: Graves muses about that in Na No Wri Mo 2010 and it sounds awfully like the page introduction. He decides that it doesn't matter.
  • When She Smiles: Fang uses every single emotion, ranging from angry, to disappointed, to sadness. On the other hand, she's about as expressive as Rei or Yuki when it comes to smiling. Her Cat Smile is adorable.
  • Who Wants to Live Forever?/Living Forever Is Awesome: Graves often muses on those two topics, being a mortal trapped in a MacGuffin that uploads his mind into any body, organic or electronic on contact. He tends not to show it, but is seen at the start wishing for his death. At the end of the Na No Wri Mo 2010 novel, he gave up, and decided that he should live, at least to make sure that his organization would survive as long as possible.
  • Wiki Walk: I really need to stop doing them. That's why I installed an extension for Google Chrome. Ostensibly, it's supposed to be a tab manager, but I use it to monitor my Wiki Walks, to make sure I don't end up with too many tabs. Before installing it, my record was more than 300 tabs, spread out among 20+ windows. I kept it manageable with Spaces, and well, it looked cool, right up to the point where I crashed Chrome.
  • Wise Beyond Their Years/Younger Than They Look: Somehow, everybody thinks I'm in my late teens to early twenties, both physically and mentally. I'm just tall, somewhat well-built, rather mature, and well-versed in quite a lot of subjects.
  • Xanatos Speed Chess: Yamato plays a mean game of Xanatos Speed Chess.
  • You All Meet in an Inn: Since I had linked to Mr Welch's list in the thread before this, the GM said that we all met in a bar. One of the players asked, "Why not a brothel?" The GM agreed, and restarted the campaign with all of us in an inn, except said guy, who was being chased out of the brothel, and stumbled into the inn in a daze. Then we begun from where we stopped, and turned that into an in-universe Noodle Incident.
  • You Gotta Have Blue Hair: On the very last day of MUN, said Crazy Awesome delegate walked in with silver hair. He proceeded to give us his best material yet, mainly because the head of Sri Lanka couldn't get the projector working, and thus, had to ask the head of LTTE to help. This led to a memetic Lightbulb Joke among the whole of JCC.
  • Zettai Ryouiki: Yamato once pulled this off, and her uncle, Treble, had trouble tearing his eyes off her.

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