Gundam-Ranger-X

I started playing again about a month ago. Main: http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bonechewer&n=Arhiman Orriginal character (got bored)http://www.wowarmory.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Bonechewer&n=Ulgorth I also have a night elf hunter but hell if I can remember her name.

Christmas... bah humbug!

First thing I think of when I wake up? I get out of bed and thank god for making me white. After that I put off my silk house coat and get my man slave, Omar, to fetch me my breakfast. After breakfast it's off to the coton fields to make sure production goes as planned... (don't kill me, this is a joke) But seriously. A person's race doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with the way they think. Least of all in the morning. I think it's safe to say that the fist thought on every guy's mind, regardless of race, is: "Damn monring wood..."

Oh yeah... It's insane. I can't beat it. It's all over the place.

It's great! They added new bells and frills that make the game more customisability. Plus they added some animation that adds to the story. One thing they added though that I truly hate are the "boss battles". They're so unbelievably hard. You need a combination of hitting each battle gem and luck to win them. Basicly, you use the battle gems to make your opponent screw up, otherwise they will play perfectly. The big pain in the ass thing is that it doesn't matter how well you play, if you don't make the other guy lose by screwing up enough then you lose. Gah! They're so ungodly annoying. But other then that the game is great.

Sweet, more ways for people to give me rep points.

Against all odds (I had to work all day) I managed to get my copy of Guitart Hero III for my PS3 today! I am sooo psyched! I can't wait for 9:00 to roll around. This is going to rock! (no pun intended)

Here in NB, you can get booze anywhere: Wallmart, Drug Store, Public Library, Children's Book Store... anywhere. If there's a cash register, there's alcohol to be purchassed.

Three Girls and a Communist Chapter 9 The city of Moncton... Is under attack! That evil simian Mojo Jojo ordered those dastardly Rowdyruff Boys to free all the super villains from the Moncton Meta-Human Correctional Facility. And free them they did. Now the girls must race off to what may very well be their greatest challenge yet. A dark shadow loomed over the city. The Duke of Whales' flying whale-ship hovered ominously over the city. It's weapons fired. Great laser beams tore through a sky scrapper and brought it toppling down. The Duke inside laughed. “Soon this city will be nothing but a bad memory.” The girls flew towards the flying fortress. It's presence was far too dangerous to be left alone. Blossom led the charge as usual. “Okay girls!” she commanded. “Let's his this thing hard and fast!” The tree raced forward at great speed. The ship turned to face it's attackers. “Oh no girls,” began the Duke. “I can't let you stop me.” He smiled and pressed a button on his console. “All guns... FIRE!” The whale-ship unloaded it's payload of missiles, artillery shells, laser cannons, and any other manner of projectile weapon it was armed with at the three girls. The girls dodged each blast with the speed and agility of a family of acrobats. They closed in on their target and tore through the whale-ship's armor like it was made of paper. Inside they fired their eye beams at everything, causing much damage. The whale-ship was wracked with explosions and soon it began to drift off course. Fire erupted throughout the vessel and it went down. The girls smashed their way back out of the doomed whale-ship. Bubbled carried an unconscious Duke of Whales. The whale-ship crashed safely into the swamps near the city of Moncton. The girls raced back to town and dropped off their captive with the authorities and raced off to capture the next villain. The three looked at each other and nodded, knowing what had to be done. They split up, each taking a different part of the city. Blossom went downtown, Bubbles went uptown and Buttercup hit the industrial district. Bubbles was the first to encounter a villain. He looked just like you would imagine a typical comic book villain to look like. He wore a black outfit with a billowing red cape. He had a dark masc that covered his facial features. He glanced over and saw Bubbles. He grinned. “Ah, how good of you to join me little one,” he began. “You see I had plotted to take you and your sisters down ever since you threw me in jail all those years ago.” “Um, but we've only been here a month or so,” corrected Bubbles. “Huh? Oh. Right.” The villain coughed and continued. “I had plotted to take you and your sisters down ever since you threw me in jail last month,” he began again slightly embarrassed by the mistake. “I pondered and plotted day and night to find your weakness. And then inspiration hit,” he added with great charisma. “If I can't beat you with conventional-” “Um, excuse me,” Bubbles interrupted. “But I really don't have time to listen to your super villain speech. Is it okay if I just kick your butt now?” “Um, well I spent so much time preparing it,” he sighed. “But I guess if you're busy then it can't be helped.” “Thanks,” she said politely and flew over to give him a swift kick to the side of the head. He fell to the ground unconscious. Meanwhile, Buttercup had also found herself a villain. He wore what could best be described as a roman gladiator outfit. In his hands was a long spiked chain. He stood over the body of poor construction worker. He raised his hands triumphantly over his head. “THRASHER WINS!” he yelled. “FINISH HIM!” he added. With a flick of his wrists he wrapped the chain around the worker's neck and gave it a strong jerk. The scene that followed was too horrific to describe and would haunt Buttercup for a long long time. She felt a wave of rage and anger wash over her. She screamed loudly and charged blindly forward. Thrasher looked up from his kill and smiled under his helmet. “A CHALLENGER APPEARS!” He lurched forward and swung his chain around. It hit her in the face and threw her into the ground. Buttercup got up and wiped the blood from her cuts. She got up and charged again. Once more Thrasher swung his chain. It wrapped itself around Buttercup's arm. Thrasher pulled on the chain but Buttercup was too quick for him. She planted her feet firmly into the ground and pulled the chain as hard as she could. Thrasher was hurled forward. Buttercup raised her free hand in a fist and drove it deep into Thrasher's face as he flew towards her. He was sent flying back. His hands were quickly shredded when the chain was snapped taut. Buttercup was on him quickly. She savagely battered him unmercifully with her fists. She beat him to a pulp before she was able to calm herself. She began to walk away and looked at her hands. Her hands we covered in his blood. For all she knew he was dead. She was too afraid to check. Suddenly she was snapped out of her daze by excruciating pain. Someone had attacked her from behind. She turned to face her attacker. There stood a man in samurai armor. He had a sword with lightning for a blade. He bowed. “You are strong. Please fight me,” he requested politely. She charged him screaming. At the last minute he took a step out of the way and brought his sword down on her arm. The sword passed right threw and wracked her arm with immense pain. She fell to the ground and held her arm. It tingled and was numb from pain. The samurai stood over her. He raised his sword and was ready to bring it down for the final blow. Buttercup wouldn't have any of it. She fired her eye lasers at him and sent him flying through the air. She stood up and fired them again until the samurai laid unconscious on the ground. She sat back down for a minute until the feeling in her arm came back. After she picked herself back up and dusted herself off. She took the Samurai back to the police and headed out again in search of the next villain. Blossom scoured the city. She had already bagged a few villains by now and was in pursuit of the next ones. The motorcycle twins Road Rage and Road Kill tore through the downtown area at breakneck speeds. They fired their weapons into the crowds of screaming people with great devastation. Blossom flew ahead of them and used her ice breath to freeze the road over. The motorcycle menaces hit the ice and struggled to keep control. The younger twin couldn't hold it however and careened out of control. He hit the ground hard and his grenade launcher fired on it's own. It hit the side of a building and sent rubble tumbling down towards some people. “Oh no!” Blossom gasped and flew quickly to catch the falling debris. She made it with mere seconds to spare. The people were saved and Blossom sighed from relief. Road Rage rubbed the side of his helmeted head. He looked at Blossom with anger. He reloaded his weapon and fired it at her. The munition whistled through the air and exploded on the young defender. She fell to the ground with a crash from the debris she was holding up. The psychotic Road Rage laughed at the carnage he unleashed. “That's what you get for messin' with me, girly!” Blossom smashed her way out of the debris easily. “And this is what you get for breaking the law!” she replied loudly. She flew at him and hit him in his helmet. The helmet shattered and Road Rage fell backwards. Blossom brushed the hair from her face and picked up this miscreant. She looked back to make sure no one else needed an help. Then when she was convinced the people were safe she flew after the other one. Meanwhile Road Kill continued his race down the main street. He peered forward and confirmed what he thought he saw. He brought his gun to bare on the Communist, standing in the middle of the street. The Communist didn't move from his spot. The bullets zipped around him, some of them came as close as to graze him. Road Kill kept firing his machine gun as he raced towards him. “Why won't you die!” he yelled in anger. In typical fashion, the Communist waited until the last moment before spinning out of the way. He swung his mighty hammer around and hit the dark rider square in the chest. He was thrown from his bike and fell to the ground close by. Blossom soon after caught up to where Road Kill had been taken down. She set down and looked the Communist. “Um, thanks,” she said looking at him with half caution. “Don't mention it, kid,” he replied. “Next time though, don't let the bad guy get away,” he added with a laugh before heading out to where he was needed next. “But I didn't let him get away,” he said in her own defense. “Oh forget it,” she added as the Communist left. She picked up the downed villain and brought him to the proper authorities. Hours passed like this. Soon the sun began to set. Our heroines met back up together in the park near their home. “I think that's all of them,” said Blossom half out of breath. “And not too soon,” added Buttercup. “I'm so tired I could sleep for a week. But man, what a workout!” “I know,” began Bubbles. “I'm sore in places I didn't know I had.” “It's okay now, “ replied Blossom. “It's all over.” She stood up straight and patted the dust from her dress. “We can go home now and rest. We earned it.” Little did they know however that eyes were watching them. Eyes that watched them like a predator watches it's prey. “It's not over just yet little ones,” began a dark and familiar voice. “But soon it will be all over for you.” And so once again the day is saved thanks to... The Powerpuff Girls... but for how long?

I laugh at your not being scared off. God knows I tried.

Easy there Lady, we don't want to scare away another new member.

That could be it as well.

This has to be the biggest load of crap ever. Does it really matter what some children's novel character's sexual preferance is? I've never read any of the books but I think it's safe to say that it wasn't even hinted at in the slightest and that this is just some stupid attempt to get the books more publicity. My guess is J.K. Rowling is only stating this so that she can have foundation for her new series of books: "Where the Old Wizard Touched Me"

It's not so much the trade route that's become a hot issue. It's the oil that's supposed to be there. I find Russia's argument that a chain of undersea mountain in order to expand it's territory to include the north pole is laughable. It shouldn't even be disputable. Canada has this lovely chain of islands that puts us there. I mean using Russia's logic Canada could claim that the artic is connected to Canadian soil via an previously undiscovered undersea platau. (A.K.A The ocean floor)

Welcome to the insanity known as Ancient Clan. What kind of anime are you into?

On a brighter note: an ice free artic would be good for the Canadian economy by opening a new trade route with Russia. One man's disaster is another man's opertunity.

It's: Samsas Traum - Zaerlichkiet Der Verdammten I heard it on (near the end) http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/348284 I can't seem to find it anywheres. I'm almost guessing it's misspelled.

BWAHAHAHA! X'D I remember that. He says that in every episode. Not all movie to game adaptations are bad hower: Anyone remember Goldeneye for N-64? That game was awesome. The Spiderman games were pretty cool too. But yeah, most do suck. So Microsoft and Bungie split up eh? Halo 4 on PS3 anyone?

Three Girls and a Communist Chapter 8 The city of Moncton... has been plagued by super-villains over the years. But the citizens of Moncton need not fear. All these dastardly deviants are kept safely locked away at the Moncton Meta-Human Correctional Facility. This state of the art jail is just the place to keep criminals that have extraordinary powers. With such hardened criminals such as: ‘The Germinator’, a man who can control the very forces of nature, ‘Bee-Elzabug’, the queen bee, ‘The Duke of Whales’, the captain of a flying battle fortress shaped like a whale, ‘The Road Raiders’, brothers Wallace and William, better known as ‘Road Rage’, and ‘Road Kill’, the motorcycle maniacs, and many more. Most terrifying of all was the insidious, the nefarious, the infamous, the man known only as ‘Mein Heir’. Truly this is a criminal mastermind like no other. Born and raised in Nazi Germany, this former Hitler Youth came to within a goose step of total world domination. Using his vast knowledge of technology combined with German ingenuity, he created a machine to enhance his mind control powers one thousand fold. Fortunately for all, The Communist stumbled on to his plans and put a stop to them with only moments to spare. Ever since that day Mein Heir has been kept locked up in a special chamber created to block out his mind control waves and telekinetic powers. For five years he has remained so. Plotting his revenge on the Communist. Outside, a shadowy, capped, figure stood out of view. He laughed with anticipation. “Get ready boys,” he began. “Prepare yourselves for this day of days. Today we will defeat those accursed Powerpuff Girls once and, irrefutably, for all.” He stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself to the light. He stood at a mere 3 feet 10 inches tall. His green skin stood out against his black fur. This was no man. This was more of a chimp. He wore a familiar blue outfit. “When I, Mojo Jojo, put my cunning plan into motion those accursed girls shall not be able to save the day in their usual fashion,” he continued. “They will be defeated on this day. They will be crushed, smashed, pounded, and caused serious bodily harm to on this day. And that is to say that they will be destroyed. And then with my life's work complete I will be free to take over the world. I will enslave this planet and make its inhabitants do my bidding. I will make their bidding my bidding and thus they shall do my bidding and only my bidding, not anyone else's bidding.” “So what is your great plan, Mojo?” asked a second shadow. He stepped out from the darkness. He was a young boy, no older then eight, dressed in red. He had a red cap covering his long red hair. Two more boys joined him from the shadows. One had black hair and a green outfit. He was called Butch. The other had blond hair and a blue outfit. He was called Boomer. “I’m glad you asked, Brick,” answered Mojo. “This is where the city of Moncton keeps all its super powered criminals. You three will break in and cause havoc. I want you to free all of the captive criminals so that they are running free and not held captive. I want you to get them to cause more havoc in the city thus causing the Powerpuff Girls to come in and save the day. They will be forced to fight wave after wave of powerful villains until they are tired, exhausted, and have not the strength to defend themselves,” he paused briefly before continuing. “That is when we will strike. With the girls in their exhausted state you will have an edge over them. No mere kiss, or amount of embarrassment by them is going to defeat you this time. You will be triumphant! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA....” he laughed maniacally. He composed himself before continuing. “Now quickly boys, break in and free the criminals. I will return to the lair and put the finishing touches on my Robo Jojo Mk.II.” His speech finished he turned and retreated back to the shadows and then to his secret lair. Brick turned to his brothers. “Well you heard the monkey. Let’s make mayhem!” * * * Meanwhile, back in town. Three little girls were enjoying a nice relaxing summer day. It had been a few weeks since they had reached an agreement with the Communist and so far things were running smoothly. Bubbles stretched and yawned. She smiled and looked up to the clouds. She saw many shapes in them: a bunny, a flower, a pony... Oh how she wanted a pony. But the Professor said that they couldn't have one. She had long since accepted this but that didn't stop her from dreaming. The beeping of the hot line phone quickly shattered the peace and tranquility. Blossom rushed to answer. “Yes mayor? What? A jail break? Who? All of them!?” She hung up the phone and turned to her sisters. “Girls, we've got work to do.” * * * Back at the prison the Rowdyruff Boys had already freed most of the villains. The guards were a joke. The wouldn't have been a problem for even just one of them. This was so easy it was boring. However, the promise of destroying the Powerpuff Girls made them stick to the plan. They walked down a long corridor. The guards here seemed to better armed then throughout the rest of the jail but they were still no match for the Rowdyruff Boys. “Whoever is down here has got to be strong,” commented Brick. “Can't you feel that evil? It's so thick you could touch it.” The other two laughed. “And we're going to let it out!” replied Butch. Finally they came to a strange door bathed in an eery red glow. It was covered in wires, tubes, and carious other pieces of machinery. One final guard stood between them and this last evil to release. “If you have any sense of sanity you will not release this man!” he yelled at them, almost pleading. “You don't know what he's capable of!” The boys laughed at his sorry attempt at a warning. Boomer shot over and quickly knocked him aside. Butch walked over and cracked his knuckles. He put his hands on the door and was about to rip it from it's hinges when he was assaulted by a sudden feeling of dread and fear. He took a step back. “I don't know about this guys...” he said in a concerned voice. “I have a bad feeling about this.” “Move aside then doofus!” commanded Brick. “I'll do it!” He placed his hands on the door and was instantly hit by the same feeling of dread and fear that had hit Butch. He took a step back. “What the hell is in this?” Footsteps echoed from behind the door. “Having trouble with the door boys?” asked an oddly soothing voice. “Who are you?” asked Brick. “I am but a humble servant of my leader. But I can be of help to you if you let me out.” he replied. “But I suspect that the door will give you some trouble.” “What do you mean?” “It was designed to assail anyone who touches it with a deep dark feeling of hopelessness,” the voice from inside continued. “Just ignore them and open it.” “Oh this is stupid,” stated Boomer. “It's just a door! I'll prove it!” He walked up and placed his hands on the metallic door. He was hit by the same wave of dark feelings that his brothers felt but pushed onward. Something deep inside him pushed him forward. He grasped the door and with great strength pulled on it. The door creaked and moaned as the metal was stressed to capacity. With a shower of sparks the door gave way was was riped clean off. Boomer threw it aside like it was made of paper. The inside was dark. The boys couldn't see anything. They heard footsteps coming towards them. Out of the darkness walked an aged, wrinkled, old man wearing an old black overcoat with a red band on the arm. He smiled when he saw Boomer. “You can always count on arians,” he said happily. “This is it?” asked a disappointed Brick. “This is what is supposed to be so scary? You're nothing more then an old man! What can you possibly do?” The old man stopped and looked at Brick. His eyes flashed with blue and Brick was sent hurtling through the air. “Awesome!” exclaimed Butch and Boomer. The old man bowed. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mein Heir. Thank you for freeing me. As promised I will help you.” He stopped and stood back up. “But not today. I have been away for far too long and it is high time I get back to work.” The ground around him began to sprout vegetation. “I will be taking my leave now,” he began. “Until we meet again.” Tree bark came out from the ground and enveloped him like a cocoon. It sank back into the ground like an elevator and carried Mein Heir away with it. Butch looked around. “Well, I guess we're done here,” he said. He stretched his arms. “Well let's go find brick and go meet Mojo. Boomer nodded. The two took off down the corridor where Brick was thrown to. * * * Back in town it was total chaos. Buildings were on fire. People were running in a panic. Countless super powered villains were running amok. The girls looked on in awe. There were so many people in trouble is was almost impossible to know where to start.

It'll suck. All video game movie adaptations suck. Just ask DX.

Three Girls and a Communist Chapter 7 The city of Moncton... is well protected from evil. This fair city has not one but four defenders of justice. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, the Powerpuff Girls, use their ultra super powers to protect the people and defeat the forces of evil. Last but certainly not least, the Communist also call Moncton home. Using ancient arts of stealth and combat he hands out his own brand of justice... sometimes falling short of the archetype of super-herodom. On this mid afternoon the girls are hot on the track of the Communist. Today was the day they would put an end to this silly rivalry between them. However, they didn’t exactly agree on the way to do it. The girls landed at the address given to them by the mayor. "So tell me again why we’re not just crashing through the window like we usually do?" asked buttercup a little annoyed. "Because we’re not here to start fight," answered Blossom. "Why can’t you get it through that thick skull of yours that this guy doesn’t have to be our enemy." "Well that would be a lot easier to if he didn’t try to blow us up first!" Blossom had no response to her sisters comment. Never the less this, in her mind, was worth a shot. Surely no member of the Justice League, current or former, could truly be evil. This had to be a salvageable. The girls entered the doorway and wrung the buzzer. Moments passed and the door unlocked. Cautiously, the girls entered the apartment complex. They walked up the stairs to the right floor. They looked for the apartment and found it with ease. The door had been left open for them. They entered and were amazed by what they saw. The apartment was extremely well kept. Everything was clean and neat. A few magazines were neatly arranged on the coffee table. The walls were a clean off white. The was couch a deep blue. This didn’t look like the lair of some evil mastermind. This looked like just a regular apartment. The Communist was sitting in a recliner with his feet up. He was enjoying some chocolate pudding. "Welcome girls," he greeted them. His voice had the same eery calm tone that it did on that night. "Please do come in. Make yourselves at home," he instructed motioning to the couch. The girls sat down. "Can I offer you anything?" the Communist offered. "Milk and cookies perhaps?" "No thank you. We’re ok," Blossom answered. She took great care to be as polite as possible. "So what? You take away my job and suddenly my cookies aren’t good enough for you?!" he snapped. "Um, that’s actually why we’re here. Look we’re really sorry that-" "Sorry for what?" the Communist interrupted. "Not finishing me off when you had the chance?" "No. No. You’ve got it all wrong..." "I see how it is..." he began. "You came to finish me off! Well I can’t let that happen... Um, you there, blue one. Bubbles, right? Could you possibly move a little close to your sisters please?" Bubbles did as she was instructed and moved over. "Like this?" "Perfect." The Communist flipped open the arm of his recliner and pressed a button on the hidden controller. The ceiling opened and a concrete piece of sewer pipe swung down. It sent the girls crashing through the window. The girls flew through the air and crashed on the ground. The picked themselves up and dusted themselves off. "Well that went well," Buttercup began sarcastically. "I told you all communists were evil! Comic books don’t lie!" "Buttercup, this must all be some misunderstanding," Blossom began. "We just need to explain to him that-" "Explain nothing! It’s butt kicking time!" The Communist jumped down from his apartment and crossed his arms over his chest. He was ready for the coming battle. Buttercup charged the Communist. He didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. He stood there, anticipating the attack. "It’s go time!" Buttercup shouted. "Buttercrush Punch!" She closed in and threw a flying punch at him. Still he didn’t move. Suddenly, at the last moment, he took two fingers and pressed down on the back of Buttercups hand. This threw her off balance and sent her flying past him. She crashed into the apartment building. "Buttercup!" Bubbles yelled. Bubbles Charged at the Communist. Again he didn’t move. Meanwhile, Buttercup had recovered from her failed attack. She charged the Communist from behind. Mere seconds before impact the Communist leaped into the air and guided the two girls to smash into each other. He landed on them and forced their heads into the pavement. He laughed and did a back flip off of them. "You’re going to have to do a lot better than that," he taunted. Bubbles and Buttercup quickly went after him again and again. Each time he dodged, diverted, or countered their attacks with little to no difficulty. All the while Blossom was trying to defuse the situation unsuccessfully. Before long the two sisters got tired. They collapsed on the ground panting. "Man, who is this guy? Jackie Chan?" Buttercup commented between breaths. An eery smile crawled across the Communists face. "My turn." He took out his windmill shurikens and spun them up. Blossom quickly got in the way. "Stop! Just stop and wait a minute!" she pleaded. "We didn’t come here to fight you." She paused before continuing. "Look, I know we came in and sort of stole the show away from you but that’s not what we meant to do. All we wanted to do was use our powers to help people." Again she paused. This was becoming very emotional for her. "I know how you must feel right now: hurt, betrayed, alone... Believe me... I know what it’s like. We’ve been there. Back in Townsville we were super heroes. We saved the day and fought bad guys. Then one day this guy called Major Man showed up and started saving the day before we could." Blossom began to sound more and more saddened by these memories... but she had to finish. "Before long the people had forgotten all about us... they didn’t need us anymore." She did her best to hold back the tear that dredging up these awful memories wanted so badly to let out. "In the end it turned out that Major Man was a fraud and had been setting up all the disasters he stopped but that didn’t change how hurt and betrayed we all felt..." Buttercup stood and placed a hand on her sisters shoulder. "Blossom... I... I never knew you felt so strongly about this..." Blossom wiped her tears away and forced a smile at the Communist. "So instead of fighting why don’t we team up?" The Communist looked at her with cold darkness in his eyes. "No." "What? But why?" Blossom began confused. "Don’t you think teaming up would benefit the city greatly?" "No." "Why not though?" Blossom asked again. "Simple," the Communist answered. "I work alone." "Then why don’t we take turns?" she suggested. The Communist stopped his blades from spinning and pondered her suggestion for a moment. "Go on." "Why don’t we protect the city during the day and you protect it during the night?" she explained. The Communist thought on this. What the girl was saying made sense and was reasonable. "That way everyone wins. I mean, it must be really hard for you to protect the city all day every day," she added. The Communist put away his weapons. "Very well," he replied. "I will accept your proposal. Communists are if anything else, reasonable." He paused before continuing. "However, I have some ground rules: 1) I still don’t like you. It’s not personal anymore; I just hate kids. 2) Under no circumstances are you to be within 50 feet of me. And 3) Don’t interfere with the way I work. Ever." He turned to leave when Buttercup spoke up. "So that’s it then? You try to kill us and now we’re just supposed to trust you?" The Communist turned back the girls and laughed. "Oh I never tried to kill you. I just wanted to send you a message even you could understand," he began, insinuating things about buttercups intelligence. "Hey!" "Trust me when I say this: If I was trying to kill you, you would be dead now." Again he turned to leave but Blossom interrupted him this time. "So then now that thats settled. Maybe you can train us?" Again he laughed and turned to face them. "No! Now go home and leave me alone!" he dashed off before the girls could say anything more. Blossom turned to her sister, Buttercup. "See, I told you it was a misunderstanding." "Oh brother..." she replied exasperated. And so once again the day is saved thanks to... The Powerpuff Girls!

This is mine. I don't have a whole lot of different stories, and so far they're all set in the same uniserve, but hey, quality over quantity. Right? http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1374056/

Townsville is Doomed The city of Townsville... is under attack from a giant slime monster! But with the Powerpuff Girls gone who will save the city? Who will protect the people? Who? But fear not, someone has already stepped up to fill in the void left by the girl’s absence. A streak of yellow shoots through the air. That’s right, that spoiled little girl Princess has taken the reigns. Guess beggars can’t be choosers. "Hey monster!" Princess shouted. "I’m Princess and I’m a Powerpuff Girl now so you better get ready for pain ‘cause my daddy buys me whatever I want! And I want you to burn!" She fired up her jet pack and shot forth through the air with great speed. She was armed with the latest model disintegrator ray cannon. She fired it at the monster. The beam tore through the monster and caused it to screech in pain. The monster turned to Princess and spewed a torrent of green slime at Princess. She was hit and splatted into a nearby building. The monster closed in for the kill. Princess began to get mad. Her rage consumed her. "This was a brand new suit!" she shrieked. She began to fire her ray cannon wildly and blindly at the monster. Quickly the monster was reduced to a smoldering pile of ash. However, in her blind fury, Princess had also leveled several buildings. Once she had calmed down she looked at the destruction she caused. "Oops, guess I overdid it," she said. "Oh well, more work for daddys construction company." With that she flew off, convinced that she had saved the day. In reality she had caused more damage then the actual monster. And this wasn’t the only problem besieging the city of Townsville. For weeks that villainous villain Mojo Jojo had run amok completely unchecked. He had robed banks, jewelry stores, art museums, and destroyed countless buildings. Princess was completely powerless to stop him. For with a most cunning of cunning plans he had re-enlisted the Rowdy Rough Boys to his camp. "CURSES!" he screamed in anger. "Ever since the Powerpuff Girls left I have been victorious at every turn. And without them to stop me I have achieved everything I have ever wanted. I have done whatever I please with no chance of anyone stopping me. I have had everyone of my most cunning of cunning plans succeed without failure... and in doing so I have grown bored, uninterested, and furthermore tired of this town. Worst of all I cannot defeat those accursed Powerpuff Girls because they are not here. And if they are not here then I cannot defeat them. If I was where they were then I could defeat them..." He paused for a minute and pondered something. "Hmmmmmm, that’s not a bad idea," he said while rubbing his chin. "Perhaps it is time for I, the great Mojo Jojo, to finally leave this dump of a town and move somewhere more interesting. Somewhere where I can be challenged again. Somewhere where I can finally defeat those accursed girls." He walked over to his computer console and hit a button. Images of the city of Moncton flashed on the screen. "Yes, this ‘city of Moncton’ will do very nicely. MUWAHAHAHAHAAAA..... " Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the Rowdy Rough Boys were floating above the people. "Look at those weaklings!" the leader, Brick, spat with disdain. "They’re like ants to us. And you know what we do to ants, right?" he added with a dark smirk. "We step on ‘em" Butch answered. He charged and energy attack and quickly fired it at the unsuspecting people below. People were vaporized in the blast. Those that weren’t hit fled in terror. The boys laughed and fired multiple energy attacks into the panicking mob. With each blast the death toll rose and rose. The boys reveled in the chaos they were causing. Each attack was more enjoyable then the last. "Hold it right there, Rowdy Rough Boys!" called out a voice from the distance. It was Princess. The boys turned to this annoying little pest and sneered with malicious delight. "No stupid girl tells us what to do," Brick replied in a sadistically calm manner. "Get her!" With great speed Butch closed the gap and buried his fist deep inside Princesses gut. She went flying through the air. Boomer flew ahead of her and brought down his fists on her and sent her crashing into the roof of a building below. Princess hunched over on the rough and coughed, trying to get her breath back. Her jet pack was fried and shot the occasional spark or two. The trio descended on her and surrounded her. Brick moved closer, encircling her slowly, like a shark moving in for the kill. "Awe," he began in a cold and sadistic tone "did the little girl get hurt?" he laughed. "You should know by now that you can’t ever beat us with those stupid little toys of yours. We’re stronger, meaner, and just plain better then you." "Be better then this..." Princess whispered. In a flash she used all of her remaining strength and dove for her blaster. She grabbed it and quickly turned and fired a shot at Brick. The beam found it’s mark and sent him flying. "Seem’s like this isn’t just a toy," she bragged. Butch kicked the gun from her hand and laughed. Brick picked himself up and walked back to princess with an unhappy grin on his face. "That actually hurt. And for that I’m going to make you hurt more!" He stomped on Princesses leg, snapping it easily with a dry crack. He laughed as he and his brothers kicked Princess over and over. Princess tried to defend herself but to no avail. She was completely at the mercy of three beings that had none. "Please stop," she whimpered between blows. Her body was broken. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t feel anything but pain. Tears ran down her face. Blood ran from her wounds. Brick picked her up by the throat. She hung lifeless like a rag doll in his grasp. He drove his fist into her stomach. She coughed up blood. He loved every bit of it. He threw his head back and laughed. "Looks like we broke our little toy here." "Too bad, I was just starting to have fun," Butch replied. "Who said we’re done?" Brick corrected. He pined her against a wall and took her hand. He placed against the wall. "Boomer, take those rods and stick her hands with it!" Boomer smiled and did as he was told. He took the steel rods that littered the roof and used one of them to pin Princesses had to the wall. He quickly did it to the other hand as well. Brick let go of her and began punching her over and over. He laughed every second of it. Soon he let Butch and Boomer have their turns. Soon after he started, Boomer stopped. "Hey, no fair!" he complained. "She’s not crying anymore." He tore her down violently. "She’s dead! No fair Butch! You killed her!" Butch threw his arms up with a carefree smile. "Hey, it’s not my fault I’m the strongest." "You’re not the strongest," corrected Brick. "I am!" "No you’re not," interrupted Boomer. "I am!" Brick and Butch fell silent and turned to their brother. They both erupted into laughter. "That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said!" they both agreed. Suddenly Mojo Jojo descended in his Robo-Jojo. He looked at the lifeless body of Princess. "Nice work boys," he complimented. "But come now, we are leaving." "Where are we going?" asked Brick. "To a far better town. I have grown bored of this place and that is to say that the City of Townsville is no longer a challenge for my superior intellect. We are going to go to a place that is far more challenging and thus mean that much more when we conquer it and vanquish it’s defenders." "Boring..." complained Brick. "Besides, we like it here. We can cause all the random destruction we want and no one can stop us." "Oh?" Mojo added with a little cunning. "You mean to tell me that you will not come with me and destroy the Powerpuff Girls? Do you really mean to tell me that you are not capable of defeating them? Are you really saying that you are afraid to do it?" The boys got mad at the very mention of the Powerpuff Girls. "We aren’t afraid of no stupid girls! Least of all the Powerpuff Girls!" Mojo laughed. "Excellent! Come boys, the destruction of those accursed Powerpuff Girls awaits us!" Mojo, Brick and Butch took to the skies. Boomer stayed behind. Brick stopped for a minute. "Well come on stupid! Let’s go!" "I am too the strongest!" Boomer shouted and powered up a massive energy attack. He threw it down. It smashed its way through the building and exploded into the ground. A bright flash of light erupted and engulfed the entire city. When it cleared nothing was left but a great big crater. Mojo, Brick and Butch stoped dead in their tracks at the display of such awesome power. "Well what do you know," Brick started. "Dum-dum really is the strongest." Boomer joined his brothers and the four of them left the ruins of Townsville behind. They had a new city in their crossairs. And so the day is no more thanks to... The Rowdy Rough Boys.

Three Girls and a Communist Chapter 6 The city of Moncton... is having a nice quiet Saturday morning. Children all over town are awake already. They’re watching cartoons, playing games, and doing other things that kids do on Saturday mornings. Not every child is running around carefree however. Three particular little girls are still slumbering. They’re recuperating from the past nights events. Slowly one of them stirred. It was Bubbles. She awoke with a yawn. She rubbed her blonde hair still hazy. She stretched her arms out and crawled out of bed. This woke up her sisters and brought out a slew of groans from Buttercup. "Bubbles? Why are you up so early?" she asked still mostly asleep. She made no effort to get up. Bubbles blinked and looked at the clock. "It’s past ten o’clock, Buttercup," she answered. Blossom yawed and stretched as well. She got out of bed and pulled the covers off of her sister, Buttercup. "Come on Buttercup," she said with her usual authority. "We’ve got work to do today." Reluctantly, Buttercup drug herself out of bed. She floated over to the dresser and grabbed some clothes for the day. Downstairs, the Professor had prepared breakfast for his little angels. He was just about to go wake them up when Bubbles flew in and sat at her usual chair. "Oh good morning honey," he said with a smile. "Where are your sisters?" "They’re coming," she answered. She took a bite of her eggs. Blossom was next to come down. "Good morning, Professor," she greeted. Finally Buttercup joined the rest of the family. She sat down and began eating without saying anything. "Good morning, Buttercup," Blossom said with a snicker. Bubbles quickly joined in on the giggling. "What’s so funny?" she asked, a little puzzled. Neither Blossom nor Bubbles answered. "Good morning, Buttercup," said the Professor. "Trying a new look?" Buttercup looked down. In her half slumbering state she had grabbed one of Bubbles blue dresses instead of her usual green one. Embarrassed, she hurried upstairs to change. * * * Later that afternoon the girls made their way to the city library. It was time to find out who this mystery man was. "So what are we doing here?" asked Buttercup. "Remember when the mystery man told us he was the resident super hero?" Blossom answered. "Yeah." "Well I figure old newspaper articles should at the very least be able to give us a name," explained Blossom. The girls entered the library. They made their way to the old news archives. They began to search the old papers. They quickly found the answer they were looking for. Their mystery man was known as ‘The Communist’. The girls spent the rest of the afternoon doing research on this new foe. Hours past. The girls had found out a lot of things. Before coming to Moncton, The Communist was a member of the Justice League. He chose to leave the Justice League for undisclosed reasons. Before that he was one of the original six members of the Teen Titans in Jump City. While he doesn’t have any powers he has been known to use some strange techniques in the past. Some of which are the ability to walk up sheer vertical surfaces, the ability to walk on water, and unnatural hand to hand fighting abilities. When interviewed about these techniques he answered that he achieved such abilities through vigorous training. "I don’t get it," stated Blossom. "This guy doesn’t seem like your usual villain. I mean listen to this: ‘While not known for being the perfect role model, the Communist is truly one of the world’s greatest heroes. He stops at nothing to bring about justice and protection to the people and goes to dark places that other heroes dare no tread.’ This guy just does not sound like a villain to me." "Well he is a communist," replied Buttercup. "Communists are always bad guys in comics." "I like comics about animals!" added Bubbles with a smile. This was met with odd glances from the other two powerpuff girls. "Anyways... I don’t think it works like that in real life Buttercup," Blossom corrected. "I mean why would he take to us being super heroes so badly?" "Maybe he’s just jealous that we came and started saving the day and getting all the attention and then got sad just like we got sad when Major Man came to Townsville," explained Bubbles. "Bubbles, every time I think you’ve said the dumbest thing possible you keep talking," replied Buttercup harshly. "Major Man was causing the disasters he stopped. He attacked us because he’s a communist and communists are bad guys." "No. Bubbles is right," Blossom interrupted. "You were ready to pound Major Man when he first showed up... we all were." "So?" "So maybe if we talk to him and apologize to him that he’ll agree to share the responsibility of protecting the city with us. Who knows, he might even train us. I mean how cool would it be to work with a real Justice Leaguer! Come on girls, lest go!" "Whatever." The girls left the library and headed back home. It was already dark out. In a dark alleyway a shadowy figure of a different sort watched the girls fly by. "That’s it girls, fly away," began a familiar voice. "Fly away and be safe for soon you shall be defeated, beaten and furthermore destroyed by my most cunning of cunning plans! Enjoy what little time you have for when I set my plan into motion you will no longer be enjoying anything! MUWAHAHAHAHAAAA..... Now come along boys, we have much work to do." The figure is joined by three more shadows before disappearing into the night.

Dumbest question ever. Periode. Customer: "Why won't this game work in my Gamecube?" Me: "That's a Playstation game."