PISS.
The joke. The embarassing younger brother. The black sheep of the family. When his brothers are engineers or doctors, he's in jail. When everyone else has started a family, he's homeless. The one who achieved nothing. The one who couldn't achieve a prom date. The geeky, gawky guy, alwasy embarassing himself. Pissing his pants.
PISS is the embarassing younger brother to the FBI and the CIA. Made in 1980, many thought it was a practical joke. Or perhaps a place to dump embarassing, scandalous, or just plain unmotivated agents. Agent arrested the Ambassador's wife, and was right to do so? Yeah, put him in. Agent failed to stop the terrorists and got slammed for it? Not his fault, but we've got to punish him anyway. Send him in. Agent just burnt out, or just hit with PTSD, and ain't good for much? Reassign him to PISS.
The joke goes: "Hey, how many ghosts have Piss captured today?" and the answer was. "Quite a few! They killed quite a few old ladies in that nursing home with shock!" Only a scant month or so will go by, without some embarassing incident or scandal involving piss. Perhaps they arrested a child dressed up for halloween. Perhaps they broke into a nursing home chasing a ghost and gave someone a heart attack. Maybe they chased a UFO non-stop for months, and only found out it was a frisbee.
Piss is a joke. A fraud. A waste of government money. And so everyone laughs. Everyone points at them as proof of government idiocy and incompetence. Everyone thinks that things like aliens, ghosts, magic, aren't real. I mean, what, that's what Piss is for, and they haven't found anything, right? Hahhaa.
Hahahaha.
Piss is an organization, made in the united states, meant to deal with those things that violate natural law, of ghosts, of aliens, and of the others. There were many things the government knew was weird, but it all came to a head in the 1970s. In another dimension, an archaeologist had found several valuable artifacts of immense magical power from an ancient dig site. A band of criminals had attacked the transport, and the artifacts crashed onto Earth, in America. What ensued was a firefight between local army groups, the criminals, several mercenaries, and local police forces. After the artifacts had been retrieved, and the criminals repulsed, the government had been contacted, by those who refer to themselves as the TSAB. Time-Space Administrative Bureau.
They informed the government of many things. Of horrors, of demons, of magic, of other worlds. Monsters in the night, and beasts in the daylight. Of symbols that make men go mad, to plays that bring chaos. Of musical notes that demand blood, to daemons that pray to the Four. Wonders and horrors, scattered across the multiverse.
There is good news, and bad news.
So far, the anomalies within this dimension has not caused great disruption to human society.
Bad news. With humanitys growing population, and the extrapolation from current trends, it is quite possible that within the next 100 years, the human race on this planet would be wiped out.
This was told to a general assembly of nations, from the five powers, as well as a host of other national officials. The meeting adjourned. No one would know it occurred. No one would know what was spoken. But all nations.... decided to do something.
The PISS was the US's decision. Make a grand spectacle, make it look like a joke... and in the shadows cast by the performance, their agents will strike, their presence masked by plainclothes and invisbility hexes and SEP fields. And a shroud against any discovery. Any outcry of magic or the supernatural, can be discredited, simply by associating the PISS with them.
The joke. The embarassing younger brother. The black sheep of the family. When his brothers are engineers or doctors, he's in jail. When everyone else has started a family, he's homeless. The one who achieved nothing. The one who couldn't achieve a prom date. The geeky, gawky guy, alwasy embarassing himself. Pissing his pants.
PISS is the embarassing younger brother to the FBI and the CIA. Made in 1980, many thought it was a practical joke. Or perhaps a place to dump embarassing, scandalous, or just plain unmotivated agents. Agent arrested the Ambassador's wife, and was right to do so? Yeah, put him in. Agent failed to stop the terrorists and got slammed for it? Not his fault, but we've got to punish him anyway. Send him in. Agent just burnt out, or just hit with PTSD, and ain't good for much? Reassign him to PISS.
The joke goes: "Hey, how many ghosts have Piss captured today?" and the answer was. "Quite a few! They killed quite a few old ladies in that nursing home with shock!" Only a scant month or so will go by, without some embarassing incident or scandal involving piss. Perhaps they arrested a child dressed up for halloween. Perhaps they broke into a nursing home chasing a ghost and gave someone a heart attack. Maybe they chased a UFO non-stop for months, and only found out it was a frisbee.
Piss is a joke. A fraud. A waste of government money. And so everyone laughs. Everyone points at them as proof of government idiocy and incompetence. Everyone thinks that things like aliens, ghosts, magic, aren't real. I mean, what, that's what Piss is for, and they haven't found anything, right? Hahhaa.
Hahahaha.
Piss is an organization, made in the united states, meant to deal with those things that violate natural law, of ghosts, of aliens, and of the others. There were many things the government knew was weird, but it all came to a head in the 1970s. In another dimension, an archaeologist had found several valuable artifacts of immense magical power from an ancient dig site. A band of criminals had attacked the transport, and the artifacts crashed onto Earth, in America. What ensued was a firefight between local army groups, the criminals, several mercenaries, and local police forces. After the artifacts had been retrieved, and the criminals repulsed, the government had been contacted, by those who refer to themselves as the TSAB. Time-Space Administrative Bureau.
They informed the government of many things. Of horrors, of demons, of magic, of other worlds. Monsters in the night, and beasts in the daylight. Of symbols that make men go mad, to plays that bring chaos. Of musical notes that demand blood, to daemons that pray to the Four. Wonders and horrors, scattered across the multiverse.
There is good news, and bad news.
So far, the anomalies within this dimension has not caused great disruption to human society.
Bad news. With humanitys growing population, and the extrapolation from current trends, it is quite possible that within the next 100 years, the human race on this planet would be wiped out.
This was told to a general assembly of nations, from the five powers, as well as a host of other national officials. The meeting adjourned. No one would know it occurred. No one would know what was spoken. But all nations.... decided to do something.
The PISS was the US's decision. Make a grand spectacle, make it look like a joke... and in the shadows cast by the performance, their agents will strike, their presence masked by plainclothes and invisbility hexes and SEP fields. And a shroud against any discovery. Any outcry of magic or the supernatural, can be discredited, simply by associating the PISS with them.