I tried not to picture that part, but glad to hear it in remission
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Having a girlfriend who had to have both breasts removed to combat breast cancer... that hurt more than the boot to the family jewels.
(yeah. Full remission, 5 years. I stil miss the boobs, but I got to keep the rest of her.)
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Actually, as i wrote it, I remembered my mother, who had the right one removed when I was very young. Glad to hear your love is still amongst the living, and ditto for the remission.
Only one part 2
X-ecutioner, left out of breath and in pain, was shaking his head with annoyance. What was it these days, had he gotten up from the wrong side of the bed or something? Cymbaline, standing in front of him, had a very hard time containing her need to laugh out loud, and X could see it well on her flushed features. Straightening up with difficulty, armed with pride and determination, he made a step forward only to bend over once more.
Man this hurts. He muttered between clenched teeth. And it was more than Cymbaline could handle, as she leaned against the nearest wall, and laughed wholeheartedly at the situation, tears came to blur her vision while X professed a few choice words in her direction. But the respite was short, as Moon Psyche came walking out of the room where he and Voyager had been talking, brow creased in concentration. He walked passed them with barely a glance in their direction, and entered the room where Psyphoon and Bear Cat were.
about Jade Rade? Psyphoon turned around to look at the leader of Apocalypse, a bit surprised to be interrupted.
Do you dream or have visions of a war hammer? Asked Moon to Bear Cat, a sly smile on his face, not really sure why he had bothered believing Voyager in the first place.
Yes, who told you that? Replied Bear Cat to Moon Psyche, whose face suddenly turned a lighter pale of blue. He thanked him for the answer and was about to leave the room, but not before Psyphoon told him:
Can you get Chromium Man in here, please Moon?
Yes, as soon as I verify something else, I will have him summoned. Moon Psyche walked out of the room, and once more, passed in front of X and Cymbaline who were now kissing intently in the corridor.
You two get a room. Said Moon as he moved on.
Yes sir! Replied Cymbaline out of breath, as she pushed X towards an empty interrogation room. Moon didnt stay around to see what was going to happen next, if these felt the need to go at it, then so be it. Walking to the elevator, he pressed the button for the upper floors offices, and waited impatiently for the doors to open. Nodding here and there to clerks and support personnel as he walked briskly, he took off his hat with a shaky hand. Upon reaching his destination, he heard crying coming from inside the office, and stopped to knock before he entered. Sun Heat greeted him with a wary look, as she was holding Icy heart in her hands, soothing her with calming words.
Whats going on? Asked Moon to the woman he loved above all else, Sun Heat.
Icy, she can only get one breast replaced, due to our insurance policy. Replied Sun Heat, with a sorrow look in her eyes. Making a face, Moon understood right away the situation, and remembered that when he had called the assembly to review the insurance policy, no one came. So he had made the choice to spare all the members some influence, by signing a deal for the most economical coverage. Never in his lifetime had he thought that one day, one of them would require breast replacement or plastic surgery. Kneeling down next to them, he put a hand on Icys shoulder and said:
Find yourself the best plastic surgeon this city can provide, and have them send me the bill. He spoke softly, quietly, trying to be the voice of understanding. The result was instantaneous, Icy went from crying to cheering in the fraction of a second.
Woot! You were right Sun, he fell right into that one. She was jumping up and down in the room, like a schoolgirl hop scotching for the stone.
What? Simply blurted out Moon Psyche as his cell phone rang.
Oh dear, I knew you wouldnt Icy down, thats why I called you here. Replied Sun Heat, grabbing Moons hand in hers, and kissing him on the cheek.
Im off folks, doctor Lapalme is waiting for me as we speak, Im getting the best boob job this city has seen in years! Icy ran out of the office, laughing like a maniac towards the elevator.
But
Went on Moon as he flipped his cell phone open.
Sir, this is central dispatch, Sun Heat has requested your presence in her office as soon as you are available. Spoke a male voice.
Huh???!! Went on Moon Psyche, baffled by the chain of events. He hung up his phone, and looked at Sun Heat with a puzzled frown, a question wanting to form on his lips.
Are you pregnant? He then asked her with a hushed voice.
"Who told you that?" She then replied, a bit of panic could be heard in her tone.
"Voyager."
Voyager is on vacation for a while. So there won't be anymore 150 meter additions until he returns. We'll let you guys know when he's back. Thanks for your patience
*Vader*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What...
But...
[censored]...
NoooOOoooOOoooOOooooOOOOoooooOOoooOOo!
Did he leave for good, when is he coming back?
He will be back. Just taking time off to get his creative juices going again. You figure he's been writing these almost everyday for the last 6 months or more. I think he's earned a break in action
bump for authors sake.
I hate you for getting my hopes up
*cries* 
I just reread the very first posting of this thread, it still gives me shiver at the end.
Come on Voyager, come back and finish this. 
I don't want this to get lost while voy is on his break. I cann't wait for it to come back.
I am so evil....muahahaha
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I think I hate you
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I am so evil....muahahaha
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I think I hate you
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I think I'm starting to agree... 
Bruisefairy|Lilyn Morrow|Raina Mallory|Knucka Sammich|Whisper In The Dark|Scaryfairy
Virtue server FTW!
Finding A Home: The Origin of Lilyn Morrow
hey voyge hope your having a good vaction - you deserve it - I know how it is - ive been so busy its been hard to do anything
oh lol - bump
I have spoken to Voy's wife. She told me he has been doing a lot of writing. She won't tell me and thing about the story though. might be a while before voy comes back. There is to much lag with 2 people playing in his house. so the gentleman that he is letting his wife play instead of him.
/e cries
I've been reading this nonstop for the past day...and now no ending!
Gah!
Carl and Sons @Aurora Girl (Pinnacle)
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I HATE YOU ALL FOR GIVING ME FALSE HOPE!!!
GAH!
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What he said.... 
Now i don't seem that evil at all....
I need a 150 meters fix... Anyone wanna try and write a chapter?
No one can replace Voy with 150. He will write again soon.
But.... BUt....?
Sigh....
In the sewers, the scrappers
Anyone else thinks it smells like wet dog around here? Said O-Lan as she removed with picky hands, yet another dead decaying body that had been littering the floor of the sewers. Much like a trail, it had led them towards their goal, the portal of Alankis.
Through dark and murky corridors, filled with the smell of human waste and deadly decay, they made their way. Eighteen scrappers led by Xanthion, armed to the teeth with everything they could lay their hands on from the Hunters of Apocalypses base, be it guns, ammo and explosives. For the last four hours they had been trudging their way far beneath the city, to look for a dimensional door that only a black heart could close. Uncertain how or what it would take to shut down the portal, the team had nonetheless taken it upon themselves to see it through, and save the city once more from destruction. Cabaret, who had decided to follow them, had been cursing at her decision for the last hour.
You do know my dry cleaning bill is going to go through the roof this time? She asked Xanthion with anger in her voice.
Babe, for the humpthieth time, you came along by your own choice, dont you go blaming me for this. Replied the leader of the scrappers as he was wondering how long still, were they going to find yet another passage leading further down into the darkness.
Over here. Yelled Sir Langley, who was standing yet again, next to a sloping passage leading further down. On their way down, they had crossed many countless dead bodies, left behind by the onslaught the Ghost army had made while making its way to the surface. But for the last hour or so, they began to notice that some of the remains were fresh kills. Gathering as much information as they could from what was left of the thorn and ripped shapes, they had surmised that a huge predator was down here with them. Judging from the size of the teeth mark left in the open ribcage of a Lost leader, the beast must have measured at least nine feet tall. Xanthion, throwing a weary eye around, led the team towards the new corridor.
Down at the bottom, was a large doorway carved into the rock, and through it, the team could see a faintish blue glow coming from the other side of it. They walked slowly and carefully, listening for telltale sounds of presence. But aside from the gentle humming of whatever was down there and the screeching sound the rats made, nothing else could be heard. There was a metal walkway, large enough in size to let a semi through, leading to the other side of what appeared to be a chasm. The darkness underneath the bridge was full, and only by letting fall a glow stick, could Xanthion notice that about twenty meters below, protruded metal spires left there from a previous construction working crew. Once across, they entered a very large room, mossy and slick, and were finally satisfied that they had reached their objective.
Upon reaching the doorway, the scrappers laid their eyes upon their goal, the Alankis portal, opened before them, was shimmering blue. Looking around, Xanthion indicated to Silver Girl and Cabaret to place as many C-4 charges as they could on the surrounding walls, to blow them up into a cave in. He then walked ahead to the portal, and stood right in front of it, faintly seeing on the other side. There he saw it, the activation crystal, nestled into a pedestal, generating magic energy into the portal, keeping it opened. Reaching out with a hand, he tried to push it in, but to no avail. Somehow, the glimmering blue shine, wouldnt let him through. It felt more like a wall of resistance than an actual structure preventing him from going through.
All right, anyone here can tell me who among us has a black heart? Asked Xanthion with some humour in his voice.
O-Lan. Hissed Shadow-Step.
My mother-in-law. Hissed Comatoast.
Shadow-Step. Hissed O-Lan while throwing yet, another deadly look at the deadly scrapper.
This rat! Replied joyfully Sir Langley as he proceeded to throw a screaming rat towards the portal. The small animal flew through the air, legs and tail dangling, and hit the blue energy wall with a thud, then fell to the floor, where it ran away from the scrappers, with all the haste its small legs could muster.
Well now, I guess I was wrong about rats
Spoke again Sir Langley as he scratched his head.
The team watched the small animal run away for a safer place. Puzzled and troubled, they looked on at the portal, wondering how they would shut it down, when they couldnt reach the activation crystal. Each of them took a turn at trying to enter the portal, all but one tried to pass through. Back in the other passage, Cabaret and Silver Girl had finished placing the charges on the sewer walls. All the detonators were armed, and it made the corridor look like the deadliest Christmas tree decorations. The red flashing lights of the detonating devices looked ominous in the gloom of the sewers.
What is that? Asked Shadow-Step, pointing at the portal, to a moving red light distorted by the shimmering of the door. It was small, round and sleek, flying gracefully without purpose across the rocky landscape of the other dimension. Then it rushed for the door, with an incredible speed, flew through it and went straight ahead, never slowing down. Xanthion, Shadow-Step and the others were very confused as they felt the humming coming from it, telling tales of power as it flew by. Then their eyes rested on Sun Kil Moons, who stood there eyes wide, hands shaking. The little red ball had flown through his neck, carving a hole through it. Blood had started to flow down his chest, but he couldnt feel it anymore. The projectile had cut the spinal cord right under the cerebellum, knees buckling he fell to the ground, convulsing a few seconds, he died. Shadow-Step who had been the first to reach him, tried to plug the holes with his hands, while desperately trying to tell him to hold on to life. The medi-porters were out of reach, so deep the team was, that it wouldnt save Sun Kil Moon.
As the little red sphere disappeared from sight, went passed Cabaret and Silver Girl, a guttural roar occurred, coming from further down the tunnel, back where the team had come from. It chilled everyone to the bone, and they stood rooted in place, looking towards where it had come from. Shadow-Step rested gently Sun Kil Moons head on the floor, and stood up. While the rest of the teams attention was taken by the bestial scream, he walked towards the magical portal, and pushed his left hand against the shimmering surface. It went in without resistance.
Only a black heart can close the portal.
He looked back, towards the team, towards Xanthion as O-Lan and Cabaret ran back through the doorway, and nodded to himself. Trained as an assassin, in his former life, he had killed countless innocents in the name of profit and the greater glory of his Tsoo employers. A black heart he had been, and was still now.
Xanthion, I dont know what that was, but its coming our way. Spoke cabaret, breathless from the fear reaction the roar had created, and from running back to them. The explosives are in place, but if we blow it up now, we seal ourselves in.
Xanthion nodded and looked around, seeing Shadow-Step standing in front of the portal, head bowed down and thinking. All right, make ready people. Cabaret, you stand at our backs and fire off al that you have when that, that thing comes in. The rest of you, buff yourselves up and prepare for battle.
The first few footsteps of the beast resonated across the brick floor, muffled and heavy, then were followed by another angry roar. The scrappers all looked at each other, uncertain about what was coming. Then, as the beast stepped onto the metal bridge that connected the portal room with the sewer system, Silver Girl peeked around the corner of the doorway, resting her eyes on a gigantic monster. Part bat, from the face and the huge sets of wings it had, and part beast from the waist down, it came towards the portal room. Above its right shoulder, hovered a little red shining ball, pulsating with each step the monster took. Silver Girl stepped back in fright, until the wall behind her prevented her from going anywhere else. Her bottom lip trembling, she spoke in a stuttering voice for all to hear:
Envoy of Shadows.
Having a girlfriend who had to have both breasts removed to combat breast cancer... that hurt more than the boot to the family jewels.
(yeah. Full remission, 5 years. I stil miss the boobs, but I got to keep the rest of her.)
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."