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Burning grimaced. He was hoping he maybe COULD have gotten Schizo to spill all the info. Looks like he'd actually have to go through with this team thing...

Blightlord had been watching the exchange closely, unsure whether to be angry, flattered, or smug. Somehow, he found a balance.

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"Honestly," Schizo sighed as the cackling fruit disappeared. "Where did he come from?"

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"My beginnings are far beyond even your imagination," he said, coldly staring at Schizophrenias.

"First of all, I'm going to win this thing. I have to. Second, I would never-" Burning stopped himself for a moment. Yes, Schizophrenias was a villain, one who really should be stopped, especially before he reached his full potential. But Blightlord... He needed to be dealt with now...

"If you can prove you know something I don't... Then I'm in."

((This is really awesome Ess! Can't wait for the last post. ))

The Praetorian Danica paced inside the room that had decided to hold her in. It was actually somewhat luxurious, if one could get past the bleak stone walls. The bed was comfortable, and the sheets a rare silk that the previous occupants either paid a large amount for or stole. The latter was more likely.

There were candles, and a fireplace (only for decortation, Danica discovered, when she tried to climb up through it) with ornate carvings set in the stone.

She walked back to the door and cast a dark glance at the guards. Something did not feel right. These were not the same servants Life normally kept. These reeked of death. But the resemblance of the man keeping her here was too much like her hated enemy to be merely coincidence. It must be a disguise.

Or perhaps... the stories were true. No... The tales of dimensions where the mightiest of villains were tyrant heroes were tales wicked mothers told their children at night to frighten them.

She was interrupted in her thoughts as the door creaked and a man stepped inside. Blightlord glanced at her, waiting to see if she would attack. When she gave no sign of doing so yet, he spoke. "I hope you find this room to your liking."

"You keep me caged her as if I were some animal! I should kill you for this."

"It is merely a precaution. If you promise to listen, then you are free to go."

Danica stared at his face for more than a few moments. He most certainly did not have a trustworthy face, but she could not detect any signs of him lying. "Fine," she said, walking back to the bed and sitting on it in a lotus position.

Blightlord nodded. "You are in another dimension, a different reality. Here, things are somewhat reversed. In this world, your leader Tyrant is a hero known as Statesman."

Danica looked skeptical, but let him continue.

"Here, villains and heroes roles are reversed. It seems key events in our lives that decided what side of the line of the world's view of right we fell upon were altered. In this world, for example, our Ms. Liberty became quite rebellious, much more so than most girls her age, and killed her own mother, becoming your Dominatrix, where as here, she carries on her mother's pathetic work."

"If what you are saying is true," said Danica, "than where is my copy? Tell me, so I may end her now."

"Let us not get ahead of ourselves."

"Us? There is no us, and I am leaving," she said, walking out the door. Blightlord made no moves to stop her, as he had promised. He knew she would return.

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A very battered Burning Brawler appeared in a Longbow base. Lieutenant Robinson turned to see what it was that had suddenly teleported into the control room when the hero collasped on the floor.

"Get the med team in here!" he yelled.

A group of Longbow agents wearing white surgery masks and healing kits strapped to their belts quickly walked into the room.

One bent over Burning, placing her hand on his chest and flooding him with healing energies. He coughed and sputtered before slowly opening his eyes. "What happened to you?" asked Robinson.

"Blightlord... he stole my medi-porter and escaped..."

The Lieutenant rubbed his eyes. "But how? That spell had him locked in."

Burning shook his head. "Something keeps me from placing spells on him, so I attached them to what he would use to escape..."

Robinson sighed. "So how did you get back?"

"Tyrant's men ambushed me. I managed to get away long enough to cast a spell to teleport back home..."

Lieutenant Robinson nodded and said, "Go ahead and take him to the infirmary and get him fixed up. I want to know what it was Blightlord did on Praetorian Earth and I want to know it within the next two hours."

The med team nodded and carried him off while the men working at the control panels began their search, trying to find something amiss.

If you wanna ink Burning, please, go right ahead. The Sue Storm pic looks awesome, btw.

This is awesome!

Blightlord noticed Moonscribe's less than sincere expression. "You would do well to humble yourself before your betters. You and the rest of the false gods will not be long for this world."

Burning rolled his eyes. "I guess it'll be easier to take you down when you don't have a teammate cause you've alienated everyone here."

Blightlord cast a dark glance towards Burning before pretending the hero simply wasn't there.

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*Sets down the tiny pink robot* Stupid psychics warning people of my plans....

Blightlord glanced at the two already fighting. "Catwomen? I thought this competition was supposed to be free of the weak," he said with a sneer.

Burning was watching Blightlord, as always. If the villain tried anything, Burning meant to make sure he was ashes before he had the chance.

Danica was standing back abit now, calmly surveying everyone. She somewhat hoped the two women arguing would fight so she could begin planning the easiest way the beat them early on.

*Sits down by Essex and takes some popcorn.*

After reappearing in the hospital on Peregrine Island and causing great confusion, Blightlord used his own medi-porter to return to Nerva Archipelago in the Rogue Isles.

As Blightlord and his servants descended the steps in Primeva to an underground cavern, he glanced back at the body he had brought with them.

It radiated a sort of power... but it was unique. Something he had only felt once before. The day he assumed control of the body of a pathetic little man and made him a god.

They entered the section of Orenbega Blightlord now controlled. Muck set the wrapped body down on an alter, then he and his brother took their guarding post at his door.

Grime watched from beside the throne as Blightlord held his hands out over the body and began to speak.

The walls echoed with power. Grime had to wonder why his master would bother with this sort of resurrection. Only those he saw to become the highest of his minions were rewarded so.

Blightlord removed a glove pulled back the wrappings across the body's face, and drew a long, wickedly curved dagger. He cut across his palm, and slowly green and black drops fell across its lips. The strange ooze melted into its skin. No... her skin.

She coughed and sputtered, her graying flesh taking on a brighter hue as she rose. Blightlord gazed into her pure white eyes, his own widening in surprise.

The woman quickly broke free of her wrappings, and lunged towards Blightlord.

The villain quickly side-stepped, and in a moment, Muck and Guck were there. The two hacked across at their swords, but she skillfully leapt in the air, doing a shadow covered spin kick that knocked Muck back.

She quickly turned around and blasted a pulse of negative energy in Guck, doing the same to him.

"Danica? What a surprise... Your husband left you for dead to pursue me. How touching," said Blightlord.

"I have no husband!" she spat. "And when I'm through with you, Life, you'll see your mistake in reviving me."

Grime snapped his arms wide, and two dark missiles sailed for Danica. Before she could react, they ensnared her, freezing her in place.

"She thinks she is still-" began the Lich.

"In her own dimension, yes. This should be interesting," said Blightlord, arms crossed as her gazed at her frozen expression of anger. "Have a Knight carry her to a room. We have much work to do to coerce this one."

"Why not simply end her now?" asked the Lich, his mind screaming warnings.

"I have my reasons."

There's our ten

I actually finished Gamma Girl. I may redo it though, since my scanner's being retarded. Lots of erasing. Pony tails weren't looking right

Oh, and the pencil adds ten pounds apparently... or thirty.

Maybe I should post an example. >_>

Here! Burning Brawler.

"I must agree," said a voice from behind Zealstorm. Blightlord stepped out of a column of darkness, his servants soon appearing behind him.

A fireball whizzed by his head. The undead lord glanced up to see Burning Brawler and Danica, the mage already preparing another one.

"Must we do this now? Save your energy for the tournament," Blightlord said with a sigh.

Danica held an arm on Burning's chest. "We'll get him later."

"What? But-"

She pointed at all the others. "Do we really want them to think we're going to try to kill them before a match or something?"

Burning grimaced as he let the fireball dissipate. "I guess you're right." The two descended to the ground. Burning glanced at the hole in the deck from the first fireball. "Sorry about that one," he said to Church.

Ok, so I have a 14 hour car drive to take right after Christmas, and as I'm not the one driving, I have plenty of free time on my hands that I can't spend on playing CoX.

So I'm considering drawing it.

Now, to be blunt, I suck >.> I'm posting this cause I desperately need some practice with characters I haven't doodled a dozen times (my own.)

I'll take 10 requests, but I have some warnings.

1. I suck. *Glances at drawing of his main* Expect fairly cartoony results.

2. I'm just saying 10 as a general idea. I could do more, or I could do less. I will try to do the promised ten, even if I think they look really bad and you'll all sign a petition to have me locked out of this forum

3. I can't guarantee snazzy poses, as in my hands they end up being somewhat... awkward... or impossible for anyone without the Elastic Limbs powerset. I may end up drawing them as they are in the screeny. Sorry >.>

I'm leaving the day after Christmas, so it's likely the pics won't be posted til I return, sometime about January 5th. I may do one or two and post em before I leave. Depends >.>

Ok... hit me... Er... not literally.

That is really awesome!

Blightlord's minions followed him as he walked towards a large building. "My lord, this dimension has no portal technology," said Grime after a short while.

"I know. That is exactly why we are going right where they want us," Blightlord replied.

"Who?"

"Stop right there, Blightlord!" yelled Burning Brawler as he descended behind them, flames covering his entire form and a massive fireball in his right hand.

"Or you'll incinerate me? We've done this dozens of times, and it always ends the same. A stalemate."

"This time you're trapped," said Burning, arm aimed directly at Blightlord to let the fire loose. "You have nowhere to crawl and hide."

"Kill?" asked Muck, setting down the wrapped body in favor of tossing a sword from hand to hand.

"Yes, let's get this over with," said Blightlord.

Burning let the fireball loose, but it was wasted as a zombie leapt into the air, not even leaving ashes behind. Blightlord calmly raised an arm and began firing toxins at Burning.

The hero quickly leapt back, gasping as several hit him. He quickly leapt up into the air, forcing Muck and Guck to sheathe their swords and blast him with darkness instead.

Burning raised his arms to the sky, and it suddenly began to rain fireballs. Blightlord minions hurredly tried to run out of the flaming death, the other two zombies falling in the barrage.

Blightlord calmy held a hand out, unnatural energies dancing around it. Grime quickly shot a wide burst of darkness at the hero, obscuring his vision. In that moment of blindness, Blightlord let the energies fly.

The cords quickly wrapped around Burning, sending him spinning through the air. He threw a hand out again, and tendrils reached up from the ground, forcefully slamming the hero back to earth.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" said Blightlord as he stalked forward. "It seems my time wasn't entirely wasted with Ghost Widow."

Burning growled as he continued his helpess aerial spin.

"They'll wear away soon," he said, reaching for the hero's belt. He plucked his medi-porter from it's pouch and smirked. "Ironic. You planned to trap me, and now it is you who has nowhere to go."

He stepped back and placed a hand on the wrapped body. He pressed the button, and they disappeared.

((Comments and Reviews appreciated, btw.))

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I am attempting to get her to take some requests and she is doing a couple heroes now. I'll update those here

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<coughs out freshly downed shot>!??!?! WHAT?!?!
<stands up knocking over chair and table>
<spit slicks hair back>
<alternates between three ingame flex poses>
How u liking these babee!!! Pardon my guns!! Peep this!!
<makes pectorals atlernate bouncing> How's is that for some MMO beefcake babee!! Your going to need a bigger piece of paper and pencil, and I haven't even gotten to my booty yet!! I can make it do tricks!!!...<Charles Atlas pose>

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*scared*

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So, seeing as how most Moms bake cookies . . . and yours also draws very well . . . does that mean if we get to commission her in the future that we get . . . (wait for it) . . .

MILC and cookies?!

(yeah, that was kind of forced, but I had nothing else)

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People're gonna be MILCing that term for all its worth.

Wow!

Go right ahead!

I'm not insane, I just like fire >.>

What?

*Undead minions rampage through the thread and steal valuables and Essex's table cloth*

"I told you my services would be expensive," said a shadowy figure.

"Expensive, yes. Expensive I can handle, but this?! You're charging me four-hundred thousand on collateral damages alone!" said a very flustered man.

The two stood in an office, in a skyscraper in Steel Canyon, high above the city. The man looked extremely distressed, his suit ruffled up and his hair sticking out everywhere.

"If you can't pay..." started The Uniter.

"Can't pay? I REFUSE!" he shouted, springing up from his chair.

"Refuse?"

The Uniter leaned over the desk, hands gripping the edges tightly. His sunglasses reflected the man's terrified stare, and he promptly sat back.

After several intense moments of silence, The Uniter turned to leave. "I suppose if you refuse to pay me, there's nothing I can do."

"There isn't?" said the man with a small bit of bewilderment.

The Uniter quickly whirled around, and flung both hands out. A bolt of force shot forward and slammed into the man's chest. His chair shot backwards, and straight through the window, taking him with it.

"I could always do that of course." The Uniter walked out as if nothing had happened.

"Is everything alright?" asked the secretary as he passed. "I thought I heard something."

"Mr. Rayneford isn't feeling well. I'll leave his Christmas gift with you," he said, setting a small brown package on her desk.

"Oh. Thank you. Merry Christmas!"

"I'd say the same to you, but there's really no point," said The Uniter. Her face turned to confusion, and sudden alarm as the package began to rapidly beep. "Think of it this way. Your last year really went out with a bang." He disappeared in a flash of light. The woman didn't even have time to scream before all became flames.

There is no rest for the wicked, Christmas Eve is no different.

Void Brawler snickered at Rosie's reaction to kissing Blind. At least it wasn't Muck or Guck under their. Kissing one of them woulda been fatal.

He grabbed some cider, and walked over to Ghoul. "You look familiar somehow," he said.

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Danica sighed as she walked into the apartment.

"No luck?" asked Burning as he started the fireplace.

She shook her head and sat down.

"I know it's hard, but you really should cheer up. For Rachel," he said, sitting next to her.

"You're right, I just... I don't know what we did wrong."

"Call the other parents crazy for putting trackers in their kid's fillings?" said Burning.

Blightlord held a small present in his hand, it's dark green wrapping secured by a black and purple ribbon. "I believe I have exactly what I need," he said.

"This is why you let Void Brawler borrow Muck and Guck?" asked Grime with a skeptical stare.

"Yes. Observe."

The mirror slowly melted into a view of Void Brawler. Or, at least, the sack he carried. Blightlord pressed the present against the glass. It sank through, and a new lump was seen inside the bag.

Void Brawler became visible once more in front of the party house. He knocked three times and stepped inside with a wide grin.

"I brought presents!" he said cheerfully, dropping the sack and letting them all spill across the floor, the little green one rolling off the top of the pile to a corner of the room.