Ha!
I agree. *Time tags everyone in about thirty seconds flat; unfortunately, several more versions of Psoph are created in the process, and so Psoph 16.1, Psoph 16.2 and Psoph 16.3 appear and begin to cause chaos by creating time fractures on CAA...* Lol, just joking. Here's the real tag.
Pi Soph, not quite understanding the rules of the game tag, but thinking perhaps they might be an alternate dimension's version of 20-01-07, grabs hold of the time machine as Anna Mae zips sideways back to her own time and dimension. She hides out until AM leaves, then sets to exploring this vaguely familiar CAA. The colour scheme is darker... the people are oddly similar yet different... and all the forums post
forwards, instead of the logical normal procedure of posting back to front. (
) She proceeds to find this CAA's version of Pi Soph, and finds to her amazement that there is no Pi Soph; -instead, there is a Psoph! And why... why the cookie? She stares confusedly at the munching avatar.
Pies are so much cooler, especially if you add 3.14... to make it a pun -the most funny, non-lame intellectual joke of all! (*coughs* Yeah right *cough*)
However, she knows she is unable to fully comprehend the ways of these backward people. Shaking her head, she prods the cookie chruncher.
"You're tagged," she informs her dimensional twin. Her mission complete, Pi Soph takes hold of the time machine and goes off on many adventures, finding even more versions of Photosoph than can be counted. Yet, she will find out, there is none as strange as that first 'Psoph'. I mean, what on earth does "The cookie is back!" mean?
Psoph, vaguely aware that something is going on she has no idea about, notices that the time machine is missing. Shrugging, she proceeds to build a new one out of twine and the tines of a fork, plastering it together with plastercine. With these top-grade ingredients, the time machine is soon complete. Hopping aboard, she presses the button marked 'Lost'.
Unforunately, this highly advanced machine has more than a million flaws. Yet somehow it manages to only flaw in one, very logical way: instead of finding the CAA member marked 'Lost', it instead leaves Psoph very much 'lost' in the land of the dinosaurs. This, understandablee *wink* makes Psoph more than a little ticked. After jumping on her hat, she proceeds to eat it in the hopes that the nutrients contained will help her survive this barren landscape. This done, she reaches through time, snatches the CAA memer Lost and drags her to the prehistoric age.
"If I'm lost, so are you," she snaps, and promptly tags her. Because of her fierce emotionally charged energy, much electricity is released at the time of the tag. Unfortunately, Psoph has forgotten that a static pop hurts both the static popper and the static popee. Both end up with afros as hideous as mullets.
Finally zapped back to her senses, Psoph uses sand and dirt to build herself a huge time cocoon in which to rest until the present day time, leaving Lost to fend for herself.
Epilogue:
Pi Soph eventually crashed after trying to repair the time machine, and landed in a strange galaxy populated by many monkey blobs who had enslaved humans and were treating them as animals. After single-handedly turning the monkey blob kingdom upside down and riding off into the sunset with a Pi Guyblob, she comes across the smoking ruin of the writing forum. For a few seconds she stands there silent and quivering. Finally 'you dirty monk-blobs!' she screams, realising that this strange world is actually the future of her own world.
The broken pieces of the time machine become fossilised in a horrible incident. Some scientists discover them years later and declare them the ruins of an ancient alien population. They aren't that far off the truth.
Psoph the original stays in hibernation through many thousands of years. Unfortunately some termites who can't be bothered building their own nest find her time coccoon and take it over, working around the strange slumbering figure. Consequently, when Psoph wakes, she bursts out of the time cocoon scratching like crazy, and rolls in the dirt for about half a day. Because of this, it take her a moment to realise that she has metamorphosised in the cocoon into a...
*TO BE CONTINUED*