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Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 16

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 16

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 14

Coldfire Kaiser: 8

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 16

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 16

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 10

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

Shot Coldfire since I couldn't keep up with his thread and healed Soviet (again) to form ALLIANCE OF HAIL OF DOOM!!! >.>

Meh, why not.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 13

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

"Careful Schizo. You seem so nice today, I could almost swear it was Hal impersonating you," said Burning. "It's good to see you're re-thinking being a villain."

Grinning to himself beneath his cowl and hood, the hero walked out of the room.

"Er... thanks," said Burning. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to Ozell. He took a cup and pretended to be scratching his side as he grabbed a small wand. The hot chocolate flashed green. No poison.

He took a sip before asking, "What have you been up to, lately?"

!

Cool!

And I think I found some themes for Blightlord, just need to figure out a way to convert them to MP3s.

((How did you know? j/k))

((*Bounces up and down as he waits for the ending* Ess has it on her computer at work, but between her work cracking down on her internet stuff is the main reason. I think she also doesn't like to look at the boards, why I'm not sure. >.> ))

(( Here is an updated bracket for anyone lost as to where people are now. ))

Burning put his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. How could he lose! That match should have been too easy!

"At least there's still the loser's bracket..."

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Danica paced back and forth in her room. She had talked to Essex and the android had said she would talk to Hal about forfeiting or throwing the match but the martial artist was still nervous. Wishes were powerful incentives for someone to let their own personal desires take over.

Danica was sure if she had to that she could win. She had no idea what this 'Painpipe' guy was capable of, but she was sure that he could keep Hal busy.

And Burning had lost to! What if they both failed? Void would still be out of reach, and maybe another year would go by with their son in the Rogue Isles. Danica felt her emotions starting to get the better of her, and promptly sat down on the floor to meditate.

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Blightlord walked back into his room. The feline had not shown up. Probably was taking a very long nap, as her kind is known to do. Either way, he did have the chance to battle one of the contestants who had defeated Brawler.

Confident from his victory, the master of the undead stepped into his mirror to think on the outcomes of the day.

((Remember all, 5 Eastern today!))

"They don't sound like much of a challenge," Burning agreed. "But we need to be careful. Can't judge a book by it's... title."

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Danica flopped down on the bed, rubbing her eyes. This was gonna be a loooooong week.

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Blightlord grimaced at the pairing. A cat-woman? He shook his head. His expertise would more than make up for any lack of competence she may have.

The master of the undead examined the small room, and promptly drew a bottle. He poured the contents on a section of the wall. It flashed blue for a moment, then faded.

Burning glanced towards Schizo, starting to regret his decision. He was in this thing to get rid of evil, not make more of it.

"Don't worry about it," said Danica as she walked up from behind Hallucinogen. "I've figured out if you think of Moonscribe as a sort of narrator, it isn't half as creepy when he does that."

This drawing is looking really cool.

Wow. All those colorings look really awesome.

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I'm gonna make an Ego-Filled guess and suggest that it could be me.

*takes his ego outside to get some air*

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*Tosses a pin at MrAwesomes ego on the way out*

Really cool looking pose.

Blightlord looked at the others on the boat. They were all as pathetic as the next. "An alliance it is. But know this, should you fail on your end..." He let it drop at that and walked away.

Yeah, these are really awesome.

Blightlord cast a glance at the catgirl and sneered. "Why yes, I am. Do you know where some can be found?" he said, continuing his walk toward the bow of the ship.

Blightlord nodded and proceeded to make his way to the boat, his Knights Muck and Guck, as well as Grime followed.

Burning and Danica walked together onto the boot. "Listen, I heard you talking to that Schizophrenias," she said.

"I know, but if he really can help me defeat Blightlord, then it'll make getting Void back that much easier," Brawler replied. Danica nodded, though she didn't seem too sure.

*nod*

((*Does nothing to retrieve popcorn because he is unconcious*

*Is also unable to mention the fact that it was poisonous*))

((Yay for Hal story! *Brings some of the popcorn from Laz's story as he sits in two places at once*))

Blightlord glanced up at the night sky. It would provide adequate cover. He and his undead walked into the alley, invisibility spells keeping them undetected. The guards nearest the door were silenced with a sleeping toxin. The way cleared, they entered.

The Lich, Grime, muttered a quick spell of seeking. In his mind, he saw the location of the safe, and the one who posessed the key. Blightlord nodded, and the Lich teleported them all to them.

As the man glanced up, he saw a dart head straight for him. His vision began to swim as the truth serum, designed to force him to tell only the truth while drugging him to intense drowsy-ness, did its work.

Blightlord bent over him, grabbing the front of his shirt. After a few minutes, he had the code. The master of the undead signaled to one of his Knights who quickly ended the man's life.

"Kill them," he said, throwing his arms out wide. The undead all rushed through the warehouse, charging the safe's location. Blightlord walked in their wake, calmly making his way to the safe.

He bent over the iron box and entered the code. His undead distracted the guards as he removed the object. He snapped his fingers, and they all teleported back outside.

((That post was made in 'honor' of my six hundred and sixty-sixth post on the 'Kickers forum. Hope you're all shocked and/or confused. ))

The Danica from Praetorian Earth stalked a man in the cold night air. The Arachnos agent glanced behind him, but saw nothing. He continued down the empty street.

"Hate these damn patrols," he muttered. Suddenly, the man found himself pressed up against a wall, a knee digging painfully into his groin. He tried to reach for his mace, but she had both his arms pinned his just one of her own.

"What's the rush?" she said, soothingly, calmingly. "I only wanted to talk with you." Her fingers lightly played up along his chest as she reached up and began to remove his helmet. The Arachnos agent began to sputter a protest, but as Danica held up a shushing finger, he simply stared.

"A big strong man like you must be very well connected," she said. He began to mutter something, his cheeks turning red. "Come on, you must be in charge of a whole legion of lackeys in some big base."

The Arachnos agent looked away. He was only a Wolf Spider, he didn't even have control over what times he went to the bathroom! But he couldn't tell this woman that. She might walk away! "Uh huh," he lied.

"And I bet you have all the info on the heroes," said Danica as she caressed his cheek. It was true. His base stored one of the Arachnos datebanks on hero operations. Danica leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, "Where?"

"I-I can't tell you-" he was suddenly silenced as a tongue ran across his cheek. In a few moments, he was spilling everything he knew, from the base's location, to his birthday, to his grandmother's maiden name.

Danica smiled sweetly. "Thanks." She bent forward and began kissing him. A smile played across the Spider's face until he began to notice something. She was... cold... Like one of those zombies or something... His faint cry of horror was silenced as Danica gripped his hair, and brutally slammed his head against the brick wall. Blood splattered her, and she relished it as she slammed his head again and again.

The corpse fell to the floor. Danica's sadistic smile didn't fade as she licked the blood from her fingers. She was still smiling as someone clapped behind her. Danica turned to see Blightlord standing there. "How long were you watching?"

"Long enough. I am impressed," he said.

"Don't try to stop me. I will find the weaker me from this dimension."

"I have no intentions of stopping you. In fact, I wish to help you."

Danica stared at him for a long while, attempting to see traces of deception. She could not find any, and it disturbed her. At the same time however, she was intrigued. This one radiated power, a power she wanted, power her former husband could never achieve...

She stepped forward, and placed a hand on Blightlord's ventilator. The master of the undead made no moves to stop her as she peeled it away. She bent in, and kissed him for a long while.

A few hours later, they were walking into Blightlord's throne room. The ventilator was placed back on. "We must give you a new name... something that symbolizes who you now are."

She thought for a moment. "Deseca."

Blightlord nodded in approval. Void Brawler came into view, a confused look on his face. He really wanted to ask who it was that was in his arm, but he had eaten recently and was a bit afraid. Deseca stared at the boy, slow recognition coming into her eyes. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yes," said Blightlord.

"Then here is a..." Deseca glanced at the boy.

Void Brawler cocked his head. "She almost looks like-" he stopped himself as shock, confusion, and a slight bit of nausea overwhelmed him. It only grew bigger as Deseca stepped forward and embraced him. "M... Mom?"

Deseca smiled. "Yes," she said, stroking his hair.

Grime watched the scene from the shadows at the edge of the room. He did not like this, not at all... He stepped forward into the torchlight. "It's like you're all one big, happy family."

Blightlord smirked. "Yes, I believe it is."

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Far away in the Burning family's apartment, Danica fell back into a chair. Burning stood up, his injuries healed thanks to Longbow's med team. "What's the matter?" he asked, rushing to her side.

"I feel like something... terrible... just happened. We need to find Matt!"