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[Oliver_de_jesus]

so the Memeovore has Conceptual Manipulation for eating ideas and concepts but it is not specified.

In any case, the creature ate Mictlan, which is a world outside the universe where its inhabitants freed themselves from the limits of space and time/Time Vortex, becoming a concept to escape from The War in Heaven/Classic The Last Time War, achieving Acasuality at a level above the Time Lords, probably up to Type 5 (The Time Lords did not do it because they feared that any drastic action would activate the last contact where the War in Heaven would "start" and also they considered cowardice)

Nearly all is from The Tanking of Planet 5

"There was a place in Hell where skulls were the only ornaments, and the servants had no faces. Even from there he had been cast out. As a shadow of a shade he came to dwell at the edge of a certain abyss, in a tower built out of the bodies of those he had personally marked when he had been allowed in the dark councils of Mictlan. This happened soon after the masters of the Celestial Intervention Agency, the Celestis, had pulled the doors of perception closed behind themselves lest their histories be unravelled in the war with the Time Lords’ future enemy, in the battles they had foreseen. They had put reality behind them like a bad dream and turned themselves into creatures built out of mythemes and the working of nanoscopic machine-demons. They had poisoned the walls of reality itself, until Mictlan had bubbled up into existence on its far side, a cyst of galled space-time cut off from the time winds. It was their glorious world of the dead"

Limited prescience allowed him to block the archons’ attacks as they happened. At least, that was the theory. All these techniques worked. But the Celestis existed outside all the laws, outside normal space time itself. They were the product of hell, a world with its own rules. And even though Mictlan had been destroyed, the archon still wielded that power.
The creature was always three steps ahead of Holsred, spinning through the higher dimensions, turning into impossible things. A body bristling with weapons, moving faster than the speed of thought, attacking from everywhere at once. He was competent enough to defend himself against most of the attacks thrown at him, but at this pace ‘most’ wasn’t nearly enough: blows were getting through, cuts were being made. One attack tore off a limb, another sliced off a tentacle, Pain blinded Holsred and he reeled back, but the attacks kept on coming. His five eyes were ripped out by their stalks, one by one. He felt his spine break, one of his hearts being pierced.

‘Mictlan,’ repeated the Doctor. ‘Home of the Celestis, a rather un pleasant offshoot of my own civilisation. I knew I’d seen a device like that somewhere before. Unearthly materials, fingers of bone; Mictlan was full of that kind of tacky ornamentation. Biomechanical DIY is one of the first signs of a paranoid megalomaniac culture. The natural body being despised and feared is projected externally as other than the self, thereby justifying the abuse of it in others. At least that’s what Adler thought when he wasn’t playing the mouth organ.’
‘What?’ Fitz said.
‘The Doctor is purporting to confuse one of the three founders of Earthly psychology with a fourth-rate musician,’ Compassion ex plained cattily. ‘I suppose it is intended to be amusing, which implies –’
‘Trouble,’ Fitz said moodily.

‘The Celestis left this universe to avoid a war in my people’s own future,’ said the Doctor. ‘They built themselves their own mini-universe, Mictlan, as a new home. Making a fictional species like the Elder Things would be child’s play by comparison. What worries me is why. Why come out of seclusion and start throwing their technology around, interfering in the timelines of a fragile temporal focus like Earth? The Celestis expended a lot of effort putting the universe behind them, and whatever caused them to renew their involvement must be very big.’
‘How big?’ asked Compassion.
The Doctor sucked a finger. ‘Oh, pretty big. For the Celestis, the death of galaxies would be a trivial distraction.’

besides being considered as fiction and all created through block-transfer engines and computational matrices↓

In that part of the grey hours of Mictlan that felt like the time of debate, he attended the Last Parliament. He saw the minute and ceaseless interplay of the squabbles of his fellow Lords Celestial. The Lord of the Red Moon wished to invoke peer-right to suppress the chrono-logical changes proposed by the Duke of Knives and his coterie, but was opposed by the Grey Cardinals and the Chronometricists. Smoked Mirror inclined to Red Moon’s faction but had not yet given a commitment to either side. Vaguely he wondered why not. Had he some obligation to one of the Chronometricist Guild? If so he could not now recall it precisely. That was worrying. Like all the Lords Celestial, Smoked Mirror was linked to the block-transfer engines and computational matrices of which Mictlan was constructed. His memory was not held within his skull. As with all his fellows, his body was not him, but merely a convenient fiction, almost a legality, provided by the engines of Mictlan to ground his interaction with the other Celestis within a shared net of experience modelled on the customs of Old Gallifrey. In many ways the Celestis were creatures built out of habits. Tradition crept through their veins, like dust, but it was the tradition of the victor, of the upstart. They had escaped the war and all its sordid incidents. They had put themselves beyond incident, beyond the merely causal, and beyond the stars. Mictlan hung on the exterior hypersurface of the expanding bubble of real space-time like a bug riding a balloon. He was Mictlan, as were they all. Its purpose was to sustain them; their purpose was to live and move and have their being with in it. If it was threatened, if in some way it was failing, the very existence of the Celestis could be in danger. That was the other part of his feeling. It was fear.

While he had grappled with the problem of his memory, the speeches had been droning on. Absently he noted that the Duke of Knives was in the light now, a shimmer of clashing glints as of moving steel.

Also having a possibly infinite size↓

The third day, his dresser attended him without speech, its hands dead but firm. His robes woven around him, he walked out of the bedchamber and down the forty-seven ivory stairs to the balcony and looked westward towards the sea. The sky was a mass of boiling fire. The sea was a stinking flat and endless plain of mud. The perspective of the pseudo space-time that was Mictlan stretched out to infinity. At his back a faceless servant twittered in dull oblivion, carrying the morning’s first data-sacrifice. All seemed as it should be.

The memeovore should have Resistance to anything the Fendahl can do since it is their predator.

My mission was to acquire the Fendahl: a gestalt super-entity that could be re-engineered into a final assault weapon for the War, not to release this, this other thing of yours.’
‘This Other Thing – how apt. It is other, and outside, and darkness. Can you not guess? The Fendahl evolved to eat all life, every last particle of the living spectrum from infrared heat loss to trace psionic energies. That was why the attempt was made to entomb it – in perhaps a billion years it would have eaten the universe. But nature abhors a vacuum, and no species can retain mastery for ever. How can you judge me when you were prepared to unleash the Fendahl, for no reason other than a war? My reasons are vaster – vaster than you imagine. Vaster than you can imagine! I have freed the Fendahl Predator, the thing that eats the thing that eats death – and only it stands any chance of saving all that is.’

Spoiler: Soul hax quote of the Fendahl

‘Do you know,’ said the Doctor, ‘two years ago the Russians took a survey of
what frightened them the most. It wasn’t winter or economic collapse. It was
vampires. Specifically, vampires that lived on life energy. Psychevores.’
Ace picked up another burrito. Bernice said, ‘Mind eaters.’
The Doctor let his head tilt backwards onto one of the cushions until he was
staring at the ceiling. Bernice looked at him oddly as he said, ‘There are many
and varied creatures which feed on the mind The Mara fed on raw emotion.
The Fendahl sucked souls whole.’

-The Left-handed Hummingbird

The memeovore negate Mictlan's Acasuality by attacking the Mini-Universe in the past and consumed it BioData.↓

Ranging its feelers through the underlying structure of space, it felt something new. At a point relatively near, within thirty thousand light years of its epicentre, the expanding mesh of five-space in which everything three-dimensional was embedded was thicker, juicier, plump, bulging out into metaspace in a huge node of food. The fleshy layer glittered with energy, sparkled with the spicy gleam of exotic material. Reaching it would be an effort, and yet how rewarding the warm, living, meat of the hyperfront looked to its senses. Concentrating, it looked for a weakness, a flaw in the barrier that separated that small but enticing morsel from the rest of organised creation. In present time, it was too well established, but in the past? It flexed the earliest part of its time-sundered hyperbody. A part of the past grew teeth, or things that can best be thought of as teeth.

They snapped, gulping in the information-dense encoded bits of block-transfer-altered space-time. Its first taste of Mictlan. Down to the bone. A House vanished, back there, back then.
Flowing in along the fault line of that disappearance, into the gaps and crannies left in the information flow, it grew into the bonelands like a virus invading a cell.
The damned smiled. The devils, however, were screaming.

...

Inside Mictlan, the damned and the devils ran, but the ground had mouths and the hills had eyes. They vanished and reappeared as the systems battled to preserve them even as their timelines were devoured. As their whole world became detached from the surface of normal space, became a micro-universe of its own, they never even noticed.
The Predator, however, did. Its limbs, its outer extremities, its roots remained in the space-time of its home universe, but its feeding organs were buried deep into the rich flank of this smaller domain that tasted so good. It hurt. The sensation of pain was a new one. It didn’t like it.

The Predator was preparing to vomit up its feed, to abandon its prey, to pull itself back into the larger feeding bowl of the universe, when – metaphorically speaking – thirty-nine TARDISes hit it in the small of the back, and tore it loose from its hold, sending it out after its meal, still attached to it by its many mouths, pulling itself into it. The worm in the apple

Mictlan was – in its origin – a metaphysical bomb shelter. Removed from space-time, it and its occupants (if the two could in any real sense be distinguished except at the most simplistic of levels) were, in theory at least, immune to the time winds, to the possible changes being, or to be, wrought by the war. In theory, even if the Enemy had turned primordial Gallifrey into atoms or defused Omega’s stellar manipulator, or aborted the Time Lords’ history in any way, Mictlan should have remained – a node of information from a previous space time preserved after its collapse by the lack of a causal connection between itself and the war.

The Celestial Intervention Agency, latterly the Celestis, had, how ever, been careful to provide for the possibility that the theories maybe wrong. Beyond Mictlan, projected there in the same way as Mictlan itself, were the recordships. Black-box TARDISes, so called for their basic shape – for in that eventless void there was nothing for a TARDIS’s chameleon circuit to resemble – each continually scanning Mictlan, recording it, checking it.

In theory, even if Mictlan was affected by a space-time event, the black boxes, still further removed from the cause, should show the alteration against the copy of Mictlan’s specifications in their cores. Still, precisely because those mechanisms had themselves to reside in further bubbles of space-time anchored outside the micro-universe of Mictlan, their consultation was not, could not be, routine. Only the imprecision of the attack, if it was an attack, had left even enough memories to make the Celestis wish to consult their records.

Realising this, they were still further alarmed. Perhaps even now they were being further diminished, this time in ways more certain and more sure. Perhaps each following stroke was more absolute in its annihilation. Perhaps already they were a shadow of themselves

‘And lose him? We don’t want a man of pieces: you know as well as we that a reconstruct from deep study is never quite as effective as the original. Besides we have a crisis.’ The cloaked master held up a hand. ‘Don’t ask us to tell you what at this stage. There is a problem. . . with the problem. Agents within Mictlan keep forgetting its existence. We hope you and One will retain your instructions if they are given on board a recordship TARDIS even further outside the space-time envelope; if so you will be empowered to begin an investigation at the highest level. We will elevate you to single figure status. You will act as Number Two.’

Also The Memeovore should be more than capable of devouring fictional beings such as the Elder things created by the Celesties and they consider Mictlan as something much more complex, when I say fiction I mean in the most literal sense of the word since they built a weapon capable of turning you into a fictional story so the Memeovore should have a manipulation of the plot based on eating the fiction itself.

‘A certain artefact the team found down here,’ said Hume. ‘A large globe being the main component. Have you seen it?’
‘Not in person,’ replied Compassion. ‘But I caught it on video. Why, what is it?’
‘A Celesti fictional generator,’ said Hume. ‘A device capable of altering reality in a fundamental way. It may be the only thing around here powerful enough to use against a Celesti; or rather, what you might call an archon, a Celesti agent. Being tangential to this universe al lows them to break all sorts of laws of nature that hold the rest of us back. Here!’le- They spun around a corner to find the artefact that Hume was looking for, surrounded by optical cables and other archaeological equipment.
‘Right,’ said Hume, waggling his fingers and stepping up to the device. ‘Let’s get you off that stand, shall we?’
‘Will it still work after all this time?’ asked Compassion.
‘Twelve million years?’ said Hume. ‘It’s barely past its warranty period. Now watch that door, and leave the proper stuff to me.’

...

The Ubbo-Sathla burst through the floor, a thousand grey, acid spraying tentacles moving in complex waves.
‘Naughty, naughty,’ One sighed as the floor was eaten away beneath him. He had not bothered to fall with it. ‘Do you really think we would allow our fictional generators to create anything without a back door?
Even dead, the Celestis aren’t stupid. Off.’
Flashing and rippling with bad interference patterns, the Ubbo Sathla blinked out of existence, for a moment. Then it was back.
Then it wasn’t. Then it was, and it was angry.
‘Perhaps your understanding of fictional technology isn’t as great as you believe,’ Xenaria panted. ‘Perhaps some things can’t be turned off once they have been allowed to exist.’
‘Then they can be killed,’ One said simply.
He started to glow

‘The Celestis left this universe to avoid a war in my people’s own future,’ said the Doctor. ‘They built themselves their own mini-universe, Mictlan, as a new home. Making a fictional species like the Elder Things would be child’s play by comparison. What worries me is why. Why come out of seclusion and start throwing their technology around, interfering in the timelines of a fragile temporal focus like Earth? The Celestis expended a lot of effort putting the universe behind them, and whatever caused them to renew their involvement must be very big.’
‘How big?’ asked Compassion.
The Doctor sucked a finger. ‘Oh, pretty big. For the Celestis, the death of galaxies would be a trivial distraction.’

____________

in summary the Memeovore obtains a Tier 3-A probably high 3-A or Low 2-C, since although Mictlan has an infinite size the doctor calls it a mini universe compared to N-Space.

The Meme's conceptual manipulation becomes type 1, The Memeovore should have a Large Size at least type 9 to be able to occupy a large part of the universe and a mini universe, gains Acasuality Negation type 4 or 5, all power from manipulate Biodata, Plot absorption, resistance to mind manipulation, soul manipulation, matter and life absorption

the Time Lords scaled to Celesties' conceptual manipulation type 1 via block-transfer engines and computational matrices, which itself was a process similar to Ultimate Sanction.

 

[ByAsura]

I'll comment tomorrow.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Ok

 

[Confluctor]

At a glance, large size will only be type 8. Will check the rest properly later. It's way too hot to do anything atm

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

At a glance, large size will only be type 8

ok, I myself wasn't sure if it should be type 8 or 9

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

something else that I forgot but the Memeovore should have a Range at least Low Complex multiverse, math absorption and cosmic Awareness, being able to move, sense and attack from the time Vortex and even go beyond it because Mictlan is outside of five-space in which everything three-dimensional exists and Can eat block transfer computations

‘Now, don’t get too close. Even the block transfer computations driving the external shells of a TARDIS would fail at the touch of that thing,’ the Doctor said, pushing model TARDISes on a map of the universe.-The Tanking of Planet 5

 

[ByAsura]

High 3-A description.

• Characters who demonstrate an infinite amount of energy on a 3-D scale, or those who can affect an infinite 3-D area or an infinite number of finite or infinite universes when not accounting for any higher dimensions or time, or more generally any realm of comparable size. Large numbers of infinite universes, unless causally closed from one another by a separate spacetime or existence, only count for a higher level of this tier. Being “infinitely” stronger than this level, unless uncountably so, does not qualify for any higher tier.

Low 2-C description.

• Characters who are capable of significantly affecting[1], creating and/or destroying an area of space that is qualitatively larger than an infinitely-sized 3-dimensional space. Common fictional examples of spaces representing such sizes are space-time continuums(the entire past, present and future of 3-dimensional space) of a universal scale. However, it can be more generally fulfilled by any 4-dimensional space that is either:
  
  A) Equivalent to a large extra dimensional space. That is, a higher-dimensional "bulk" space which embeds lower-dimensional ones (Such as our universe) as subsets of itself, whose dimensions are not microscopic / compactified.
  
  B) Portrayed as completely transcending lower-dimensional objects and spaces in the setting of a given work of fiction.

I have The Book of the War, so I can clarify some things.

Mictlan exists inside the universe's conceptual edge. What it exists outside is space-time.

• Still believing themselves above the material universe rather than dependent on it, they sit comfortably on their thrones in the towers and fortresses of Mictlan, watching events in the outside universe (or rather, the inside universe, as Mictlan exists on its outer conceptual edge) like the bored Gods they believe themselves to be.

It's likely infinite because the ecosystem itself is conceptual.

• To some extent the Celestis’ realm of Mictlan is an entire conceptual ecosystem, and is thought to be unique in this respect.
• However, every wall section is an interlocking grid of accumulator chains, field amalgams and memeotraps, spare parts made of the same alter-state superstructure as Mictlan itself.

Additionally, Mictlan is a flux, meaning it simply has its own time-space.

• FLUXES [Celestis: Engineered Participants/Technology] Individuals transposed backwards in time but not too far in space, using a very high chaotic limiter setting and tied to their home period by a thread of biodata. The subject is turned loose in his or her own history, and the limiter setting allows tiny actions taken by the future version to have considerable effects on the past version. The biodata link then transfers these changes to the future version, which alters it, and thus alters the changes made to the past version. Therefore, the individual’s history is kept constantly in flux.
• Even Mictlan itself can be considered a kind of enormous flux, an endlesslyshifting realm so corrosive to the rest of history that its heartland has to be kept on the outer skin of the universe.

From this, I'd say Low 2-C. But I'll have to clarify with someone more knowledgeable. @DarkDragonMedeus Since you're more knowledgeable on this subject, could you give an opinion?

As for range, I don't think that's enough proof. It's entirely possible that The Doctor is referring to being within the same space as the Memovore. However, Mictlan is outright separated from the universe's part of the Time Vortex (time winds). Going there alone would be enough.

• They had poisoned the walls of reality itself, until Mictlan had bubbled up into existence on its far side, a cyst of galled space-time cut off from the time winds. It was their glorious world of the dead.

In context, Fendahls suck out literally all a person's energy from every spectrum. Soul is just an abstract way of putting it, but this is definitely resistance to energy absorption.

• STAEL: I don't know, but it's as though all the energy has been removed. All the binding force has gone and all that remains is a husk.

---

• DOCTOR: The Fendahl absorbs the full spectrum of energy, what some people call a life force or soul. It eats life itself.

I've been planning to compile all the Fendahl's powers and make a page, so I'll find more resistances. The ones I can remember are Mind Manipulation, Telekinesis, and Paralysis Inducement.

That fiction thing is more a case of extremely elaborate space-time manipulation and reality warping. What the Memovore is eating is made to actually exist, but it could add to the Memovore's resistances considering how defenceless the Celestis were.

• ‘The fiction’s burnt itself firmly into reality. The whole rationale of the book’s been absorbed into the causal nexus.’
• ‘A Celesti fictional generator,’ said Hume. ‘A device capable of altering reality in a fundamental way. It may be the only thing around here powerful enough to use against a Celesti; or rather, what you might call an archon, a Celesti agent. Being tangential to this universe allows them to break all sorts of laws of nature that hold the rest of us back. Here!
• ‘Well,’ began the Doctor, stretching the vowel out as if limbering up for a really complex explanation. ‘None of those other creatures had occupied a time and space where I knew, from my own travels if nothing else, that no such civilisation existed. Besides, if the Elder Things really had dominated prehistoric Earth, how come they never bumped into any of the other species who popped through this part of the galaxy during this period? Leaving aside their appearance in early twentieth-century horror fiction. And where did they come from? The supposedly fictional accounts suggest they originally came from a point between Hydra and Argo Navis and I know there’s not much out there. Oh yes, there’s RNGC-4603, a nice little galaxy, a bit diffuse maybe, brightening up tolerably towards the centre, but no major civilisations. He sighed deeply.
• ‘Do you really think we would allow our fictional generators to create anything without a back door? Even dead, the Celestis aren’t stupid. Off.’ Flashing and rippling with bad interference patterns, the Ubbo-Sathla blinked out of existence, for a moment. Then it was back. Then it wasn’t. Then it was, and it was angry. ‘Perhaps your understanding of fictional technology isn’t as great as you believe,’ Xenaria panted. ‘Perhaps some things can’t be turned off once they have been allowed to exist.’

Aside from what Confluctor commented on, everything else is fine.

 

[DarkDragonMedeus]

Yeah, Low 2-C looks pretty blatant in my eyes. And more or less agree with everything ByAsura laid out

 

[ByAsura]

Thanks.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Ah, so Acasuality type 5 should be fine if I read your last words right?.

I also forgot that you could use the war book, I guess we can use it later to create a Time War Soldier/Wave Soldier Tabber or a profile

 

[ByAsura]

I'm not sure if the Memovore would even qualify for Acausality negation, but it seems like it'd be Type 5 if nothing else.

We have the time winds statement, and the whole point of Mictlan shows that its level of acausality should be above Gallifrey's Type 4 quantum forcefields.

Maybe. I'm currently in possession of virtually all FP media, and those soldiers can do some really cool shit (like generating missiles).

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

I will make a quick list of what to add and how it will be written

Maybe. I'm currently in possession of virtually all FP media, and those soldiers can do some really cool shit (like generating missiles)

yes, as well as being virtually indestructible against anything other than time lord or the enemy/Dalekn't weaponry

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Time Lords

Conceptual Manipulation (Type 1; Capable of manufacturing weapons which target and damage one's identity, rather than their physical self. The Transduction Barrier has been described as a barrier of ideas. Time Lords experimented with creating "conceptual entities" made only of ideas to rewrite reality on at least a planet-wide scale, certain Time Lord technologies can render the very existence of a concept/object/entity impossible throughout space-time. The Time Lords should be comparable to the Celesties who are a faction of the time lords themselves that split from the Time vortex itself by becoming abstract ideas and concepts via block-transfer engines and computational matrices, through a process similar to the Ultimate Sanction)

Memeovore

Conceptual Manipulation (Type 1; Can "devour" concepts and ideas across space-time such as the concepts of "family", "circles", and "language/communication", essentially destroying them so that all other lifeforms are unable to comprehend, use, or do anything related to the concepts that it consumed, devoured almost the entire race of the Celesties, abstract beings made of personal ideas unbond of the limitations of time and space to the point where the total destruction of Time lord's timeline would not affect them)

Acausality Negation (Type 1 and 5; Attacked Mictlan from the distant past, something that should be theoretically impossible due to the time based attacks defenses and it disconnection from Casuality, the damage was so great that the Celesties and/or their agents even being "outside" the Mictlan universe were affected despite being acusual entities above causality at a higher level than the Time Lords)

Morality Manipulation, Biological Manipulation, Soul Manipulation, Information Manipulation, Causality Manipulation, Space-Time Manipulation (Devoured various Timelines Personals/Biodata recorded on the Black Box TARDISes, can destroy/eat TARDISes block transfer computations, tearing apart and eating the bits of information from space-time at its deepest level)

Large Size (type 8; Its sheer size occupies a large section of the universe and almost dwarfed Mictlan in size as it became sections of the Celesties's Universe itself, which has infinite size.)

Cosmic Awareness (The Memeovore perceived the past, present and future, being able to attack any point of it and find flaws in mictlan's defenses.)

Resistence to Mind Manipulation, Absorption, Telekinesis, and Paralysis Inducement (Evolved over millions of years to be Fendalh's predator, to the point where Fendalh stood no chance against a Memeovore)

Self-Sustenance (Types 1)

Attack Potency: At least Universe level+ (The Memeovore devoured concepts on a cosmic level, with its influence spanning across the universe and space-time to the point that reality itself slowly began to collapse from having a lack of meaning, reached and ate the realm of Mictlan, an extra-dimensional location existing on the outer skin of the universe constructed out of pure concepts and having been described as infinite)

Range: At least Universe level+, likely Low Complex Multiverse level (It can move, attack and see inside the Time Vortex easily, perceiving the Mictlan universe which was outside of the Time Vortex.)

 

[ByAsura]

Seems good, but what's with morality manipulation?

Type 8 seems more reasonable.

• Type 8 (Universal):Characters the size of or larger than a universe or even a significant part of it (such as the observable universe). Characters that fully correspond to this level are not very common, but also include those who are one with the universe/universal space-time continuum.
• Type 9 (Multiversal):Characters as large as, or larger than, a collection of several universal space-time continuums. Note that as with all of these types, this is only referring to size. Having 4-dimensional power or above does not qualify as having multiversal size, but such characters can contend with them.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

It comes from eating the personal biological data/Timelines (there is morality, memories, its ontological nature, etc.) from the Celesties, which is accepted, plus some customs and morals probably should have been destroyed/change when it ate up the concept of family in the future

I didn't notice and I put 9 instead of 8

 

[ByAsura]

Ok.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

So can I change the profile?

 

[ByAsura]

Nobody seems to have any more objections.

Do you need the profiles unlocked?

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

The profile of the time lords, the Memeovore is open

 

[ByAsura]

Unlocked. Please tell me when you're finished.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

done

 

[ByAsura]

Should I close the thread?

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Yeap

 

[ByAsura]

Ok.