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Now what? (AKA a cheesy conclusion)
Posted Sep 6, 2003
The figure behind the voice moved toward them. The heroes fell back, away from this stranger.
"What?" He looked down at his clothes, "Oh dear, my vest is burned and it's my best azure vest, too."
"Umm, excuse me..." Interjected Gooseman, "but you were dead..."
"Really when did that happen?" Asked the figure quietly, "if someone told you, then you got some pretty bad information..."
Super Jinkies, "But you were and then I and then you, and then...."
The figure smiled, "I'm sure that's exactly how it happened."
"Super Bufanda, do explain," Demanded Captain Phenomenal, "Are you what I think you are?"
"A timelord, naw, just a little trick I picked up in Tibet, it's a form of controlled re-incarnation, well regeneration but I get to choose my form, more often than not...."
"What?" Super Jinkies walked behind Captain Phenomenal, trying to stay away from Super Bufanda, or at least the impersonator.
"My life was suspended certain genetic thingies were turned back and well, then life was re-animated," explained Super Bufanda. " I'm rather lucky the process can take a while, but fortunately the fatal blow was rather localised...."
"Wait, you were dead and then you weren't," cried out Gooseman.
"We've been through that, do try and keep up," said Super Bufanda.
"It is not unheard of. I know of certain beings capable of this regeneration," said Captain Phenomenal quietly. " They are extremely ancient and powerful though, I have seen no such action in any younger race."
"No time for that, where's the Dark Avenger?" asked Super Bufanda hurriedly.
"He slipped away, somewhere," reported Captain Phenomenal.
"Drat, this is his world, his entire universe, if we didn'tget him now we won't!" Spat Super Bufanda, "He'll have pocketed himself away, until he sees a chance...."
"What now?" asked Gooseman cautiously.
"Nothing, we can't find him until he wishes to be found, so, well, I suppose we can go home," said Super Bufanda warily.
The group of heroes walked out and climbed into the hover vehicle. Captain Phenomenal and Gooseman got in front, Super Jinkies and Super Bufanda got in back.
"So," whispered Super Jinkies, as they hovered over New York.
"So what?" replied Super Bufanda quietly.
"So what about what you said?" needled Super Jinkies as she coiled her fingers around his.
"Yes? Well, things happen when you're just about to die, err, psuedo-die," mumbled Super Bufanda.
"So, it was all a dillusion, a delerium?" asked Super Jinkies coldly.
"Err, yes," said Super Bufanda as he averted her eyes, "it was just a delireous incident. I can't even remember what happened."
"I see," growled Super Jinkies, turning to face a window.
"I'm sorry..." encouraged Super Bufanda.
She didn't answer. The hover vehicle landed and the heroes got out.
"You'll excuse me, it's been a long night...." said Super Jinkies tearily.
"Sarah please..." called Super Bufanda as he followed after her.
He caught up to her, and grabbed her arm.
"Go!" yelled Super Jinkies, " I don't want to talk to you, Simon!"
"I can't help..." started Super Bufanda.
"You knew about the regeneration crap, Simon! You didn't say anything, and then you did that!" yelled Super Jinkies crying angrily.
"You had to think it was delirium..."
"It sounded sincere."
"Quite, but the thing didn't work that way."
"I see, so now what?"
"No, idea."
Super Jinkies turned on her heels and left in a huff.
"I'm still quite smitten with you though," whispered Super Bufanda to himself.
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Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted Sep 5, 2003
The last time we met, Super Bufanda was powerless against the will of the Dark Avenger. He was strung up and quite rudely tortured..
"The game is up," called The Dark Avenger, "give in."
Super Bufanda, now quite bloody and bruised, coughing and not looking well at all, "Never," he erupted into a paraxosysm of coughes, "You have no control over me..."
The Dark Avenger, "Really, I was the one that brought you here, I think I have quite a lot of power over you..."
Suddenly, there is a crashing sound. Three figures run into the throne room. It's Super Bufanda's comrades, Captain Phenomenal, Gooseman and the ever fresh and beautiful Super Jinkies.
"What is this!?" roared The Dark Avenger.
"It is, said Captain Phenomenal, " a rescue."
"So are you going to give up easily, or are we going to have to muss our hair?" said Super Jinkies, who was wearing a nice wide brimmed fedorah, "or our hats.."
Gooseman looked up at Super Jinkies, "I'm always up for the mussing of hair."
Super Jinkies shot Gooseman an evil, malevolent look.
"No, giving up won't do," said the Dark Avenger as he leveled his mystical staff at the heroes,
"No!" Screamed Super Bufanda struggling against his bindings.....
To be Continued...........
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I've had a revelation, an epiphany!
Posted Sep 3, 2003
Well, I just found out that no matter what we do, no matter how hard we work at it, and no matter how good we achieve things, it just doesn't matter. Nothing we do will be of any consequence. We may cause ripples but the river what be affected so it's time for the changes in my life to take hold and to remain. A new era is coming. Know our power, know our strength and tremble.....
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The voice is back!
Posted Sep 2, 2003
That insidious dark voice. It's calling me again. It's gravelled gasps are drawing me to it. The others sleep; I look in on them as I go by. Jinkies, Phenomenal, Gooseman, even the janitor is asleep. I'm alone against him, me, us. The darkness laughes at my attempts against it. Without my scarf I'm powerless against this psychic assault. I struggle, but he has already overpowered me. Dear darkness.
I am now in the garage next to the MIGOSH vehicles. I struggle against him, me, us truly and valiantly but he forces me to open a hover car and start it. The car slowly, quietly rises from the garage. I know where I'm going. He knows where I'm going. We know where we're going.
The portal's outline become clearer and I see my first glimpse of my destination. Unreality. I have no control, he is too close and too strong. I pass through the portal. The vessel sets down in front of an impossible palace. The darkness creases stretching to infinty and very likely quite beyond that. The laughter is audible and I cross the threshold into the home of my enemy.
The shadow of death cloaks my shoulders, the rancid smell of unadulterated destruction fills my nostrils. The chill flows from the walls. I go up the stairs; flickers of cold flame light my way into his throne room, my throne room, our throne room. We exist together, apart and parallelly. The cowled figure on the throne with the large staff draws me up to him with his eyes. They are bright, glinting eyes. Red, and blues flicker dangerously in them; I know he's smiling that I'm smiling, that we're smiling. His face is hidden from me. He draws up his cowl to reveal me, no not me, a different person, a doppelganger, his face is burnt distorted from festering in his unreal realm. He laughes darkly as I bow to him and fall to one knee.
He bends down to my ear, "Your time is over. It's my turn. The rule of the weak is defeated by the rule of the strong." He chuckles as he returns to his position in his throne.
"Never, I won't give up to you," I grit through my teeth.
"We'll see. We'll see," He begins to laugh maniacally.
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Holy cow......
Posted Aug 26, 2003
I'm so d**ned depressed. I know it's because I miss home, ie I'm homesick. I'm at college and I feel so depressed I can't even eat, though that may be a good thing, I hate it here, well, maybe not hate, but I thoroughly dislike it here. No, I don't hate this place just the feelings that get conjured up when I'm here, and my mother's e-mails only make it worse. I'm a Freshman in college in case you didn't notice. I'm just in a funk. I know Lissa goes to an American college, were you ever this depressed? This funk has even cut my post rates, you'll have noticed that I've only been posting to the Outpost Gallifrey Survivor thread. I should really look into getting a off campus job or something just so that I feel I'm contributing something. I don't how long I keep up the stiff upper lip; I may need to go to the counselor I don't know. I woke up the last three mornings thinking to myself, "My God, what am I doing here? I can't do this it's far too much!"
I can't make friends here, too worried about making a fool of myself. I don't drink or anything else, and I know there is plenty to do here other than that but Christ I feel so goody two shoes here and everyone else feels so corrupt... That didn't come out right I know but that's how I feel I can't seem to latchon to people as others can. I guess I've always been a bit of a loner never really ever had any true blue friends just sort skirted the outside of popular society. Hell I haven't even had a purposeful relationshipand now they want me to make a whole new bunch of friends that are my age!? I can't do it I don't have the savy the strength I do a lot better with older people, teachers, librarians, ect. I never have got along with my generation... God I've got a lot of self pity in me! If you will just bare with me. It kind of feels good to get this out.
I now wished I'd gone to the Community College and commuted from home. THis college isn't even that big. THe biggest class I have has seventy people in it. I think I'm sick. I don't know about any of this I'm just drained so badly, emotionally ; I can't even crack a smile at some of your guys' posts though I know they're probably hysterical; I think I've lost it, you may or may not see me for a while.........
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