Monday, December 29, 2008


X-23 Wolverine double post


What a cluster!@#%&^ Anthony put me in . He recruited me for this dumb Legacy Team. You had it good in the Outsider Laura, but no you just had to let those puppy dog eyes And the cute groveling Anthony did mess with your common sense.

And Of course immediately it all goes to hell Stark Jr runs into a battle with Vampires with no plan, and the Red Hood gets his stupid self
bitten by some boss vampire.

He attacks me I was about to rip him a new one when Hos little girlfriend Yelps at me to stop, well right before she's taken out by some alien guy with a yellow ring.

In my one second distraction Todd shot me in the face. He apparently hit me with something after that... I don't remember but after my healing factor kicked in I was gonna have one hell of a bezerker rage on Jason Todd until the one member of Anthony's little replacement team that didn't show up , did. Wonder boy.

Where were you?" I yell.

" I was waiting for your little friends to be defeated little weapon. The Project wants you back."

"Project ? Weapon X? You work for them?"

He knocks me out with a punch so fast I can barely register it. My last thought before blackness is " I should have stayed in bed this morning."


Well I was tagged by Jon the Intergalactic gladiator fer a splotchy story meme. let's see how this goes.

Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours. Splotchy

The Apple

The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)

I couldn't believe my eyes. Surrepticiously, I tried to establish, without giving it away, if anyone else had seen what I had. For ten years I had been looking for that box. What looked like an ordinary cardboard box to most contained something most precious. Only by the small golden "P" was I able to identify what I was looking at. (Freida Bee)

How the box got here, or how I happened to be on this bus with it now--these questions were immaterial. I just had to get that box. The bus slowed to a stop, so I steadied myself. Just as I was about to make a grab for the box, however, it moved. Someone else was picking it up to take it away! I had to stop her! (Dguzman)

"Ack!" I expclaimed. "Unhand my box, Madam!" But my woeful cry was to no avail as the woman with my box had already turned her back to me, and was quickly walking down the aisle towards the door. Oh, cruel fate! The woman with my box was escaping! I hastily grabbed my valise and nudged my way past the other passengers to get to the front of the bus. (Zaius)

The woman was already out the door by the time I reached the front of the bus. I aimed for the door myself only to see it close right in front of my face. I turned towards the bus driver and gave him my best sheepish, innocent looking shrug. He replied with an impatient grunt but pulled the lever anyway and I was out the door in a flash.

“Excuse me ma’am,” I said as I grabbed the woman by her shoulder. “I’m sorry but I believe that you have my box there.”

“Your what?” she replied in a shocked gasp. “No, this is my box. See, it has this P on it, that stands for Persephone. That’s me.”

“I really must insist,” I insisted. “If you would just open the box and look inside, I’m sure that the contents will show you that it’s mine.”

“I’ll do no such thing. You’ve got a lot of nerve, mister.”

Just then, I looked up as the bus began to pull out into traffic. There, looking out of the back window was a small boy armed with an impish grin and proudly holding a cardboard box with a golden “P” on the side.
( Jon IG)

" Stop the bus !" I yell.

The bus driver rolls his eyes and says "sit down sir."

The old lady with had argued with a while ago stands up " he tried to steal my box!"

When I tried to explain myself two big guys walk up to me " You like accosting old ladies do you?"

" Look bub ya really don't wanna do this. " i growl at the first one he punches my jaw and breaks his hand. " Told ya." I shrug.

" What are you made of?" he asks holding his hand.

" Adamantium." I tell him as I pull open the bus doors.

I charge towards the kid with my box "Okay boy what's this about?"

His eyes glow red. " The fly comes into the spider's web."

" So you're some relative O' Parker's ?" I ask.

" Who? No what I mean I'm a mutant and I'm going to kill you now Wolverine!

So some mutant who no one's heard of wants ta kill me it must be Tuesday.

I'm not gonna tag anyone if ya want to go ahead with the story go ahead. Why hasn't Laura come home yet?

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


I don't get it

Well it's X-mas time again, and fer a flamin' loner I sure got a lot O' people to buy for. My Son Daken who just recently reconciled wit' me. My daughter Laura, Jubilee, Kitty, a bunch O' other X-people who else?

Ok yeah Ana... Speakin' of her she's really pissed off at this years X-mas Card. I don't get it what's wrong with this?

Oh well we'll get it sorted out I guess , or maybe not. Either way Merry X-mas!