<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092</id><updated>2009-10-13T02:33:49.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best there is</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Wolverine Logan, Weapon X , Whatever ya call me I'm yer worst nightmare.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-2950355660395072493</id><published>2009-10-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:31:42.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid talkin' mouse</title><content type='html'>Well that was a good one Vegeta pulled on me throwin' me inta the sun I'm gonna have ta think of somethin' to get him back for that one...  yeah I know should call it even... but  The ol' Caknuckle head just don't play that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way this talkin’ mouse thing came into the mansion today actin' like it owned the place.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsmhGfKnKGI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z1jDQQlPIRI/s1600-h/mickey_mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsmhGfKnKGI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z1jDQQlPIRI/s320/mickey_mouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389015561942804578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ha-ha! You know my company bought Marvel right? Well haha since you X-men have contracts with Marvel we're going to clean up your act!" It gleefully chattered in a high pitched voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “First we're going to make Psylocke wear pants!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Noooo!  the only good thing about bein' in the gold team  Psylocke leadin' ya get ta be behind her.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssroy2enBVI/AAAAAAAAARc/kVPPEfQ-Eho/s1600-h/Psylocke_099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssroy2enBVI/AAAAAAAAARc/kVPPEfQ-Eho/s320/Psylocke_099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389375864417224018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That ain't a bad view, certainly makes up for with havin' to work with Quicksilver.  Now the one good thing has been taken away from me! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrrCVyuRjI/AAAAAAAAARk/rODWOm-ZN2g/s1600-h/105361-73907-psylocke_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrrCVyuRjI/AAAAAAAAARk/rODWOm-ZN2g/s320/105361-73907-psylocke_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389378329544377906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Betts gives me a sly grin “Don’t worry Logan you can see all you want later tonight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My eyes go wide wait Psylocke  is inta me I ain't had no clue my mood goes slightly better.. Until the mouse commands “No dating co workers! Not after all of those Vanessa Hudgins nude pictures. Hahaha!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This makes me pop my claws, and some blonde fairy pops up and turns 'em inta deformed candy canes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrslKMzaQI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZJMUWbelJic/s1600-h/wolnoir04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrslKMzaQI/AAAAAAAAARs/ZJMUWbelJic/s320/wolnoir04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389380027239590146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gah! The Flamin’... I'm a gonna ..." Before I get the threat out Chuck tells us all telepathically that his half brother... or is it his step brother? I've heard two versions anyway the Juggernaut was stompin’ through Broadway. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrwZnZZCRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/07qCF-BS1jY/s1600-h/Juggernaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsrwZnZZCRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/07qCF-BS1jY/s320/Juggernaut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389384226965096722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Chuck was sendin' the Gold Team to take 'im down. We take the X-jet to the scene... Psylocke comes up with the standard plan  Night Crawlers distracts him so Gambit, can blind him  with his cards,  then Iceman , can  make him slip up  where i can loosen the bolts o on his helmet with my left hand claws that are still Adamantium ,then Rouge, and Beast will pull off the helmet and Betts will finish him off with her psi knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well that was the plan until Mickey Yelled “No! All this violence will just create more violence I demand that you hug him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Psylocke Argues with him but  he's adamant, and threatens to have us all replaced with the Jonas Brothers, and the kids from High School Musical, so we end up huggin' the Juggernaut  turns out he don't take too kindly to that, nor did he really like  the bad touch Gambit gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Juggs smacked us all around stepped on my head, and made off with an armored truck  that had about 5 million dollars in it.  Damn If the Mouse is goin' to do this with all of us  the only  Superheroes  who are gonna be effective are those DC guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't stand to have that smug boys cout and his pals have one over on us.  I decided to go ,and drown my sorrows at the local pub where I ran inta Molucule Man who owed me a favor I cashed it in and had him turn the peppermint claws back into Adamantium.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I was about to enjoy my drink, that damned fairy came back. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssr45J4ZwEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rIM9KsfkTYs/s1600-h/tinkerbell-pixie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssr45J4ZwEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rIM9KsfkTYs/s320/tinkerbell-pixie-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389393564890939458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She turned my beer inta apple juice.  The mouse giggles “You have to be a role model! oh, and I had Tink turn all of your nasty cigars into bubblegum!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh! I hate Bubble Gum!  At that moment I snapped and calwed Mickey Mouse in the head.  He didn't drop he just stood there bleedin'. He started laughin' creepily.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssr9LNC7liI/AAAAAAAAASE/JtsZa8DLyGc/s1600-h/Disney-Mickey-Mouse-5854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Ssr9LNC7liI/AAAAAAAAASE/JtsZa8DLyGc/s320/Disney-Mickey-Mouse-5854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389398273024562722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Ha-ha! I'm powered by friendship, and  and happiness your metal claws can't kill me Hahahaha! Now you're going to start acting right or I'll..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't let him finish his sentence I grabbed him up threw him inna  box took it to  UPS, and had him sent to Deadpool, hey Wilson thinks like a  psychotic cartoon, he might enjoy the Mouse, or find a way to kill him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I'm takin' up Psylocke on her invitation tonight, and I won't have to deal with that mouse again... I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-2950355660395072493?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/2950355660395072493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=2950355660395072493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/2950355660395072493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/2950355660395072493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-talkin-mouse.html' title='Stupid talkin&apos; mouse'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SsmhGfKnKGI/AAAAAAAAARU/Z1jDQQlPIRI/s72-c/mickey_mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-8251545095874945923</id><published>2009-09-15T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:21:49.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-23: Gettin' Dragonballs</title><content type='html'>Ever since runnin' into that zombie Inertia, I've been sorta haunted by his ghost ya see I could see him whisperin' into the zombies era as strange as that sounds, then again  evrey thin' when you're with the X-men is pretty flamin' strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway he's nice to talk to  after he gets past all the arrogance an' bluster. That , and he can’t touch me which always annoyed me when ever he I met him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty lucky I didn't claw him to death when he pulled that crap  , but now after talkin' and realilizin' we're a lot alike, I wanted to help Vella bring him back  which is how I ended up at the Henchman union sneakin' around with  miss chatter box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ya see  in that game show  World's Strongest Henchman  one of the challenges was to get  the Dragon Balls. They apparently can  grant almost any wish So here we were tryin' to sneak around while Vella was talkin' away about this , and that  I guess with all the ten dollar words she knows she didn't  have the time to look up "stealth". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And when Nekron was defeated I gave the Black Lantern Inertia some of my ki to keep him alive..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Wait say that again." I can't help when Vella goes on, and on I tune out. sometimes I really can see why  my Old Man doesn't get along with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I um  helped the  Black Lantern Inertia stay alive?" She questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Damn it Chatterbox! Ya let a souless Black Lantern live? Those things eat people's hearts! Besides didn't a lot of them come from the dead for real?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella shrugs  " Some of them did, not all of them though and it looked Inertia was going to be one of the ones to die again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " But if ya knew we were goin' for these Dragon Balls. It wouldn't have mattered if he was dead or not we'd be bringin' him back! For someone so smart you can be dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighs “It was my fault he died in the first place I didn't want to see it happen again okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look down. “Yes I can understand that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What are you talking like Mister Logan?"  She asks finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What like you don't talk like Vegeta sometimes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! I do not!"  She growls  and gives me a Bulma face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Heh it's a good thing she's cute  Inertia’s ghost quips.  I grin. I think  Batgirl's cuter myself." I smirk.   Leaving a confused look on both their faces.  Vella because she can't See or hear thad, And tad's at my comment. " thouh I wouldn't kick outta bed either..." I keep grinnin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Who are you talking to Laura? " Vella asks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I can answer a bunch O' henchmen surround us yup all this jawin' attracted just like I thought it would.  Some freak called the Gibbon  attacked me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/Sq9Ikb3DeTI/AAAAAAAAABY/17lzA8dbdVA/s1600-h/440px-Gibbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/Sq9Ikb3DeTI/AAAAAAAAABY/17lzA8dbdVA/s320/440px-Gibbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381599870522194226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he reminds me of a flamin' sesame Street character, I hated that show.  I maul the freak, and barely dodge the Rhino who's flyin' past my head.  Ya know I forget just how strong the Chatterbox really is I’d better keep on her  good side.  I  don't wanna get ripped apart like her dad did to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All the strong henchmen gang up on  Vella I  could feel pretty bad, escept well I get to take out a few   and somehow  Tombstone got  captured by  By a green teddy bear construct from Vella's ring it was ticklin' him for cripes sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tell me where the Dragon Balls are and the tickling stops."  She says as she round house kicks some big guy called the ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We used one wish, and sold the  next one Hahahaha! We don't know where they are Hahahaa!"   Tombstone admits.  Too bad he wasn't lyin' either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Now what?" I ask the blue haired girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Close your eyes SOLAR FLARE!"   For a second she glowed brightly  blinding' all the Henchmen, and grabbin' me we flew out of the building too bad I wanted to fight that Henchman guy my dad used to fight.  ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She takes something out of her pocket  that looks like one of those old timey watches.  As soon as she pushes a button it makes this pingin' sound.  “The Dragonballs are about a hundred miles from her it won't be long now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " If ya had that thing  why didn't ya use it to find them  in the first flamin' place instead O' fightin' with  the Henchmen?" I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought I knew where they were!" she protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just sigh .  I see this ...thing in the skies over us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrBwqmO6urI/AAAAAAAAABg/oWY4N22xSmc/s1600-h/shenron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrBwqmO6urI/AAAAAAAAABg/oWY4N22xSmc/s320/shenron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381925431827675826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Uh oh Shenron's been summoned!"  Vella gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I can say anyting we're right next to thing. And we see her older brother standin' a few feet from the dragon but the  guy has no scent. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB0QWUUggI/AAAAAAAAABo/VVHt2Xa0gPA/s1600-h/Dark+Mirai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB0QWUUggI/AAAAAAAAABo/VVHt2Xa0gPA/s320/Dark+Mirai.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381929378925281794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re  my brother's Doppelganger!"  Vella challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh  Little sister I'm glad I get to see you one last time before I wipe out my own existence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Huh?"  She asks  Not that it matters he's bad, he's  somethin' that can bring unlimited power that's all I need to know. I pop my claws, and  attack he blasts me in the chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Shenron! Hear my wish!" He shouts “I wish for you to erase Vampirella's and Mirai's relationship from the time line!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What that makes no sense!" Vella  yells, and I agree with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s the ultimate revenge on Justice! She'll remember the family she had  but they won't!  They'll see her a psychopath, and a pretender, meanwhile I'll never have existed because Mirai will never  be disappointed  he will never have a slut daughter! Finally Trunks, will never die in the fight with the Corru, neither will Bra, Vincent. Or Cassandra Cain!  You won't have to have your life   of exploring, and adventure taken away from you to be Queen of Saiyans Vel. I do this for my family!"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  dragon's boomin' voice  yells " Your wish is granted!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Evil Mirai Laughs. “This time good has truly won! Bite on it Justice!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And this wave of energy passes over us.And... Well I can't remember we were here fightin' someone for the Dragonballs but I can't remember who for some reason, All I know is those things are now flyin' off in different directions and somehow i get the feeling it's Vella's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that I don't have time to yell at the chatter box Because the Phoniex flys in fron to us." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB6XXi2oyI/AAAAAAAAABw/b0yv0w6uAzM/s1600-h/Phoneix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB6XXi2oyI/AAAAAAAAABw/b0yv0w6uAzM/s320/Phoneix.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381936096583525154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What do ya want Grey?" I snort. I 've never liked this woman the way she  leads on dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry to say your father's dead Laura, I just fished his bones out of the sun." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB6u3vzMGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5jodIbQO_gg/s1600-h/Wolvie+skelteon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB6u3vzMGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5jodIbQO_gg/s320/Wolvie+skelteon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381936500364750946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't believe it I cuss  Jean out and next thing I know she teleports us  to the x-mansion where all that's left is  metal bones laying on a bed. My older brother Daken laughin, like this is some kinda comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Too bad I didn't do this my self ! I don't know whether to kiss Vegeta or kill him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I growl at him, and Vella I know it ain't her doing but still her dad killed mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um He's not dead." She smiles.  His ki is strong, and getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Listen to the little bimbo." a way too familiar voice  pipes in but it can't be Dad Chopped his head off. I turn around and it is Sabertooth. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB-5iOWkQI/AAAAAAAAACA/2ZA4-sPbxWA/s1600-h/sabretooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/SrB-5iOWkQI/AAAAAAAAACA/2ZA4-sPbxWA/s320/sabretooth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381941081612390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;" I'll take more that that to kill Logan Just like it'll take more'n my head bein' sliced off to end Ol' Vic."  He looms over the Skelton. “Hey Jimmy I know ya can hear me when ya heal I'm gonna pay ya  back fer the sword thing. I'm gonna slice up up yer little clone girl, then I'm gonna take out yer Nancy boy son, but not with all these X-men around naw I'm gonna wait tll I can get 'em alone ya can't watch them all the time Jimmy then I'll take ya down and beat on ya just like I used to it's gonna be a nice little reunion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the weird thing happened to of dad's claws on his right hand retracted leavin' the middle one givin' Creed the finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sabertooth laughs and glares at me  “Maybe I'll visit that Devil Boy ya used to be sweet on Laura. Haw! Haw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is he talkin' about?  Maybe the time his head was off his body damged Creed's brain? I don't know any Devil Boy.  Whatever he’s leaves laughin' at what only he finds funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Looks like I'm gonna have to be watchin' my back from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-8251545095874945923?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/8251545095874945923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=8251545095874945923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8251545095874945923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8251545095874945923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/09/x-23-gettin-dragonballs.html' title='X-23: Gettin&apos; Dragonballs'/><author><name>X-23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18343945533296651606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16688781607515099100'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h6K-5nXFJxE/Sq9Ikb3DeTI/AAAAAAAAABY/17lzA8dbdVA/s72-c/440px-Gibbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-7021468737102926515</id><published>2009-07-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:46:21.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psylocke:Logan, Logan, Logan</title><content type='html'>After my little stint with the Exiles, I found Warren, Gambit, and Logan's degenerate Son all in bed together.So Obviously it's been over for me , and Angel for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks I've been throwing signals to Wolverine , and he's either being coy, or he's too stupid to acknowledge it. he finally got out of that relationship with Kabuki Woman, and that nut Scarlet Witch, now he's flirting with some red headed alien on &lt;a href="http://companyapprentice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Some game show.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst yet he used Laura in his &lt;a href="http://companyapprentice.blogspot.com/2009/07/wolverinetask1.html"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt;. He seems to forget she's not him. I realize she's not in any physical danger she's almost as deadly as Logan himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. What I'm worried about is she might go back to thinking she's not a person, when the only family she has left uses her as bait, and essentially a weapon she'll probably start regressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friendships with Dick Grayson, Pixie, Dust the saiyan kids, and others have helped her realize she's a person, and I've been trying to reinforce that during missions&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/SlqrLbeHAlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jqOe92n9LxA/s1600-h/105232-31771-psylocke_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782919551582802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/SlqrLbeHAlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jqOe92n9LxA/s320/105232-31771-psylocke_super.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before she told us all the Laura name... after a while she began imitating me which was kind of cute, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/SlqsHfqihKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wi7lpZ6PBrY/s1600-h/105361-73907-psylocke_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357783951469610146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/SlqsHfqihKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wi7lpZ6PBrY/s320/105361-73907-psylocke_super.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like the way she tries to imitate Logan's accent. I drove down to the Kirby Center to give Mister " I'm the best there " a piece of my mind. When I there I found a surprise, Guy, Abrams, and Dr. Austin Peters better known as the Henchman, and Captain Koma were contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains why Logan didn't think before he acted somewhat he gets more competitive when there's enemies involved in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What cha' doin' here Betts?" Logan smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm here to to tell you how you used that poor girl to lure drunks to you was way out of line Logan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What none O' them touched her besides she can take care O' herself. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not the point, you were using her like Weapon X used you!" he stated cussing , and carrying on but it didn't take a telepath to figure out he got the point as he stormed off into his room .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman starts off with his annoying "HAW HAW!" laugh. I enter his mind and let him relive his greatest trauma. " I don't care if you're the Prince of all Saiyans you're not going to AAAAH! My arm! My arm!" he screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I have a stare off with the the red head. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/Slq1j-OTa1I/AAAAAAAAABA/58GjmWyCJws/s1600-h/Psylocke+angry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357794336313666386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/Slq1j-OTa1I/AAAAAAAAABA/58GjmWyCJws/s320/Psylocke+angry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/Slq2_509lMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dTRFstEvxDI/s1600-h/Ciera+Victourous.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/Slq2_509lMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dTRFstEvxDI/s320/Ciera+Victourous.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357795915681600706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth is she wearing I grab up Laura by her hand " come dear we're going back to the mansion." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was mostly quiet on the way back until i tell her. " you know you don't have to do everything Logan says. You didn't let any of those men touch you did you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. " She states. " I was just trying to help Wolverine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" While that's good but not the best way to help him you could have helped him by saying no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she speaks up " Some boy told me I'm not a weapon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well he 's right,weapons don't have feelings it's not that devil boy again is it?" I shared Logan's distrust of that boy, not because of the connection he used to have with Vegeta but because he had a rape power. Or as he called it temptation power whatever he reminded me too much of Mephisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. It was a walking dead boy. I'm thinking of helping him to not be a weapon either." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it it's telling of how my life is that hearing her talk about what I guess is some kind of ghost or zombie isn't the strangest thing I've heard. My life has just gotten way too weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-7021468737102926515?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/7021468737102926515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=7021468737102926515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/7021468737102926515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/7021468737102926515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/07/psylockelogan-logan-logan.html' title='Psylocke:Logan, Logan, Logan'/><author><name>Psylocke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13772433710967401071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15957174606656233433'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P-Bp6dTWrl0/SlqrLbeHAlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jqOe92n9LxA/s72-c/105232-31771-psylocke_super.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-3272236124832674848</id><published>2009-05-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:17:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't depressed</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems ta think I'm flamin' depressed fer some weird reason. Yeah so what if Shi Vanished from the face O' the Earth. And so what if rumors have been going around about the the reason why includin' this one. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Sf-5vofzioI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vJDul5lkAvY/s1600-h/Sho+Vampi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Sf-5vofzioI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vJDul5lkAvY/s320/Sho+Vampi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332184711805766274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meh So what she's better off without the Okl' Caknuckle head in her life muckin'it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now wit' Spring comin' around all the students are actin' like animals and are all kissy kissy. Especially the two half saiyan kids why are they in this school again? They ain't mutants. and they ring Bats here. The two legged vigilante kind that don't belong in this Universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough O' that rant.  Chuck lets them stay here not much I can do. Anyway I ain't depressed because I sit in front O' the TV with cans O' pringles. I'm flamin' watchin' the end of the season O' my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop tryin' ta cheer me up already especially you Cyclops! He danced around in a pink dress. tryin' ta get me ta laugh. Or at least that's what he says... I think he'd come up with any excuse to dress in drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others try it, and Psylocke is trying it. " Logan you're a bloody Warrior nt a couch potato What will it take to get you up huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look Darlin' I ain't depressed leave me the flamin' Hell alone!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't lie to a telepath I got an idea I'll let you see my new bikini. In fact maybe I'll let you watch me change into it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump at the chance I must admit this...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Sf_K-2HOmwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9h2JPMYge1I/s1600-h/Psylocke+towel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Sf_K-2HOmwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9h2JPMYge1I/s320/Psylocke+towel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332203664856488706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a whole lot flamin' better that the Summers sexually confused dance. This may wipe that memory outta my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-3272236124832674848?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/3272236124832674848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=3272236124832674848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3272236124832674848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3272236124832674848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-aint-depressed.html' title='I ain&apos;t depressed'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/Sf-5vofzioI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vJDul5lkAvY/s72-c/Sho+Vampi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-4634859527918809716</id><published>2009-02-20T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:59:50.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The search for Laura Finale.</title><content type='html'>Daiken led me to this base in Canada. I'm still thinking the boy is up ta Somethin' but I smell Laura in there. So I keep sight of the goal, and just remember ta keep an eye on Daiken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slash our way through a bunch O' security thugs, and Weapon X Robots the usual stuff.Until this kid popped up. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ-rcw7kLeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Sy5h6jLMXG8/s1600-h/Wonderboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ-rcw7kLeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Sy5h6jLMXG8/s320/Wonderboy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305147396725157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ah Daiken here on his quest to take over Weapon X I guess. Now this is a surprise that Wolverine is with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And should I know ya Bub?" I ask. " besides the fact that ya like ta dress up like Wonder Man?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pop my claws , and he's on me in seconds tossin' me across thethe Hall. Daiken tries ta slash him, and smashed inta the floor I sneak up behind him while he's beatin' on Daiken , and slash his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My claws don't cut through his skin. I get back handed into a cage. &lt;br /&gt;After healin' and my vision Clears I see who the prisoner Dr. Banner. How the Hell did They get him? Don't matter I know what they're gonna do wit' him make him a weapon . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut through the bullet proof glass, letting out tranq gas. Banner was confused as hell about being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wolverine? What am I? " He was interrupted by Wonder Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You get back in your cell now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who are you? Where am I?" Banner mutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Boy probably does about the stupidest thing you can do when yer around Doc banner he pushes him. " Get back in your cage or I get rough!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Please don't make me angry you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Banner retorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't like you now!" Wonder Boy Slaps him. And I get outta there I know what happens next an' it ain't pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiken laughs " Why Are you running "pop"? he gets his answer in a few minutes when The Hulk Body slams Wonder Boy through the wall next ta him. The Wonder Boy does somethin' Unexpected. he fires some kinda blast outta his eyes. That looks like it it stuns the green giant fer like a second. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ_J0VmaBbI/AAAAAAAAAME/PiXfyfCcXrg/s1600-h/Hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ_J0VmaBbI/AAAAAAAAAME/PiXfyfCcXrg/s320/Hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305180787054347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now Hulk Mad!" He yells punching Wonder Boy through the roof then turning his attention to Daiken. I run inta the next room before the Hulk recognizes me , I mean I don't mind throwin' down with the big green monster, but I gotta get Laura outta here so no time fer me ta have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I track her scent down to the end of the corridor where I hear a huge ruckus I go in there expectin' ta see her bein' brainwashes Claws out but what i see is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ_OhmDSNkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-WL6h4_Xw28/s1600-h/X-23+wins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ_OhmDSNkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-WL6h4_Xw28/s320/X-23+wins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305185962611062338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fought her way out on her own I guess she's a chip off the Ol' Cankucle Head. " She looks me over " Why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well ta rescue you but it looks like ya don't need it." Well I got ya an X-jet back home but we gotta get outta here before the Hulk levels the place. We cut a hole through walls. To the outside, and just as we leave the area in the X-jet the base collapses like a house O' cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would worry about Daiken but since he's gotta Healin' Factor like mine , and probably some sinister motive I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-4634859527918809716?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/4634859527918809716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=4634859527918809716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/4634859527918809716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/4634859527918809716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-laura-finale.html' title='The search for Laura Finale.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SZ-rcw7kLeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Sy5h6jLMXG8/s72-c/Wonderboy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-5384995339065503149</id><published>2009-02-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:20:03.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The search for Laura pt 1</title><content type='html'>Like me Laura likes ta go missin; fer a a few days or so. but usually she at least calls. To paraphrase Parker " My trouble sense is tinglin'." I hate West City i hate that flamin' ape king who runs around like a little tin god. But I gotta. Because Laura was last seen around Iron Man - Lite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know at times like this I kinda wish I was still on the Avengers team with Ironman , and not the one with Bucky Barnes. So he it woulda been better for Stark to deal with his alternate Universe self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because As soon As I saw him when I exited the X-jet in and I saw legacy savin' some people I jumped Iron Lad. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SYktkffXjuI/AAAAAAAAALg/PAvkfPqRPdU/s1600-h/Wolverine+Iron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SYktkffXjuI/AAAAAAAAALg/PAvkfPqRPdU/s320/Wolverine+Iron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298816541529706210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where's Laura ya tin plated copy?" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get pulled off by the Batkid, and the Saiyan boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have stopped him my self it's just Wolverine." Iron Lad States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Arrogant little jerk!" I growl. " Where is Laura?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We haven't seen her since the fight with the vampires a while back Mr. Logan." The Blue haired girl shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And ya didn't look fer her? Stupid kids! Show me where this fight was!"&lt;br /&gt;After they take me there they ask if they can help " I think ya've done enough get outta my sight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sniff around though it's been a few days ,there's still some scents left. Last place I catch Laura's there was signs of a struggle wit' somethin' strong real strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A familiar voice comes outta nowhere. " Weapon X has her." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SYk5pj66kPI/AAAAAAAAALo/R0-R8-9xDi8/s1600-h/Logan+Daiken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SYk5pj66kPI/AAAAAAAAALo/R0-R8-9xDi8/s320/Logan+Daiken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298829822757867762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How very convenient that ya flamin' show up ta tell me that Daiken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunts. " You're pretty easy to track must be slipping in your old age father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pull the other one bub." I relax retractin' my claws if Daiken is settin' me up for a trap then walkin' inta it maybe the only way ta save Laura. " Fine Bub tell me what ya know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Father I'm going to show you I know where they are holding my siser, and We're both going or you're not going at all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah this ain't a trap." I think sarcastically but whatever when it's sprung we'll flamin' see who's trapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-5384995339065503149?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/5384995339065503149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=5384995339065503149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5384995339065503149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5384995339065503149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-laura-pt-1.html' title='The search for Laura pt 1'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SYktkffXjuI/AAAAAAAAALg/PAvkfPqRPdU/s72-c/Wolverine+Iron.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-153929548368939691</id><published>2008-12-29T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:25:45.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-23 Wolverine double post</title><content type='html'>X-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cluster!@#%&amp;^ Anthony put me in . He recruited me for this dumb Legacy Team. You had it good in the Outsider Laura, but no you just had to let those puppy dog eyes And the cute groveling Anthony did mess with your common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Of course immediately it all goes to hell Stark Jr runs into a battle with Vampires with no plan, and the Red Hood gets his stupid self &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/12/meeting-two-ladies.html#links"&gt; bitten&lt;/a&gt; by some boss vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attacks me I was about to rip him a new one when Hos little girlfriend Yelps at me to stop, well right before she's taken out by some alien guy with a yellow ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my one second distraction Todd shot me in the face. He apparently hit me with something after that... I don't remember but after my healing factor kicked in I was gonna have one hell of a bezerker rage on Jason Todd until the one member of Anthony's little replacement team that didn't show up , did. Wonder boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SVm9ldEA1FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4RXcNnnzA6U/s1600-h/Wonderboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SVm9ldEA1FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4RXcNnnzA6U/s320/Wonderboy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464088850256978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was waiting for your little friends to be defeated little weapon. The Project wants you back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Project ? Weapon X? You work for them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocks me out with a punch so fast I can barely register it. My last thought before blackness is " I should have stayed in bed this morning." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was tagged by Jon the Intergalactic gladiator fer a splotchy story meme. let's see how this goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours. Splotchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn't prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes. Surrepticiously, I tried to establish, without giving it away, if anyone else had seen what I had. For ten years I had been looking for that box. What looked like an ordinary cardboard box to most contained something most precious. Only by the small golden "P" was I able to identify what I was looking at. (Freida Bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the box got here, or how I happened to be on this bus with it now--these questions were immaterial. I just had to get that box. The bus slowed to a stop, so I steadied myself. Just as I was about to make a grab for the box, however, it moved. Someone else was picking it up to take it away! I had to stop her! (Dguzman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ack!" I expclaimed. "Unhand my box, Madam!" But my woeful cry was to no avail as the woman with my box had already turned her back to me, and was quickly walking down the aisle towards the door. Oh, cruel fate! The woman with my box was escaping! I hastily grabbed my valise and nudged my way past the other passengers to get to the front of the bus. (Zaius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was already out the door by the time I reached the front of the bus. I aimed for the door myself only to see it close right in front of my face. I turned towards the bus driver and gave him my best sheepish, innocent looking shrug. He replied with an impatient grunt but pulled the lever anyway and I was out the door in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me ma’am,” I said as I grabbed the woman by her shoulder. “I’m sorry but I believe that you have my box there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your what?” she replied in a shocked gasp. “No, this is my box. See, it has this P on it, that stands for Persephone. That’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really must insist,” I insisted. “If you would just open the box and look inside, I’m sure that the contents will show you that it’s mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll do no such thing. You’ve got a lot of nerve, mister.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I looked up as the bus began to pull out into traffic. There, looking out of the back window was a small boy armed with an impish grin and proudly holding a cardboard box with a golden “P” on the side.&lt;br /&gt;( Jon IG) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stop the bus !" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver rolls his eyes and says "sit down sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady with had argued with a while ago stands up " he tried to steal my box!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to explain myself two big guys walk up to me " You like accosting old ladies do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look bub ya really don't wanna do this. " i growl at the first one he punches my jaw and breaks his hand. " Told ya." I shrug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you made of?" he asks holding his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Adamantium." I tell him as I pull open the bus doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charge towards the kid with my box "Okay boy what's this about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes glow red. " The fly comes into the spider's web." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So you're some relative O' Parker's ?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who? No what I mean I'm a mutant and I'm going to kill you now Wolverine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some mutant who no one's heard of wants ta kill me it must be Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tag anyone if ya want to go ahead with the story go ahead. Why hasn't Laura come home yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-153929548368939691?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/153929548368939691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=153929548368939691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/153929548368939691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/153929548368939691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-23-wolverine-double-post.html' title='X-23 Wolverine double post'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SVm9ldEA1FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4RXcNnnzA6U/s72-c/Wonderboy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-1168428519218578268</id><published>2008-12-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:19:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it</title><content type='html'>Well it's X-mas time again, and fer a flamin' loner I sure got a lot O' people to buy for. My Son Daken who just recently reconciled wit' me. My daughter Laura, Jubilee, Kitty, a bunch O' other X-people who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah Ana... Speakin' of her she's really pissed off at this years X-mas Card. I don't get it what's wrong with this? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SUn45C0B2zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yNH8AeY0oyo/s1600-h/Wolverine+X-Mas+Card..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SUn45C0B2zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yNH8AeY0oyo/s320/Wolverine+X-Mas+Card..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025696959945522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well we'll get it sorted out I guess , or maybe not. Either way Merry X-mas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-1168428519218578268?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/1168428519218578268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=1168428519218578268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1168428519218578268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1168428519218578268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SUn45C0B2zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yNH8AeY0oyo/s72-c/Wolverine+X-Mas+Card..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-1999187203182407947</id><published>2008-11-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:07:56.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Hey I ain't angry anymore. I'm back wit' Ana. So everything is good so I ain't dangerous to be around no more so stop actin' like yer walkin' on eggshells when yer around me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Flamin'? Look I gotta take care O' somethin'. Be back in a second.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SRkASA65BRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ugSOZBwo2ys/s1600-h/Logan+vs+X.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SRkASA65BRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ugSOZBwo2ys/s320/Logan+vs+X.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267241548671157522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Everyone knows ya don't mess wit' my breakfast! 'Sides Chuck's fine. It's just a flesh wound. Any way I'll say it again. I ain't dangerous to be around that's just silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-1999187203182407947?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/1999187203182407947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=1999187203182407947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1999187203182407947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1999187203182407947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SRkASA65BRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ugSOZBwo2ys/s72-c/Logan+vs+X.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-70789655999054100</id><published>2008-10-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:44:19.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaah!</title><content type='html'>ly found Vegeta's weakness.  Too bad I can't flamin' exploit it. There some things ya just don't do like bring someone’s wife inta a rivalry.  I mean I could just grab the mean blue haired woman get Veg off his game then Snikt!  Game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin' O' game over that's exactly what happened. He got us booted out O'     &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/"&gt; The Amazin' Mutant Race. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ya stupid Flamin' alien freak! Yer damn libido lost us the race!"  I yell at the smirkin' idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just mad that I got some Rodent... as for the race it's only a game. We'll win the next one."  He laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "That's yer problem bub! Ya ain't in it ta win it!" I admonish "ya just smirk and laugh at the puny humans but ya don't try  yer best  ya keep holdin' back..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a game" he growls. “For some of us there are more important things in life. I was only in it for amusement. I had that you whiney little baby." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in his face."Yer***** whipped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that supposed to mean?" he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You mister King of all Saiyans , you wit' all your flamin' powers out the yin yang... you get on your knees for some woman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Now it's beginning to make sense why you're not with anyone" He jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Not what I meant!"  I holler. “Look bub twice now I lost the race because O' you. If ya wanna be in next time count me out Ya pathetic ***** whipped bastard." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bah! Get over yourself you sore loser. If your whole life is about a game then you have problems." He laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least I didn't send my gay devil grandson ta hit on yer daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shakes his head. “Nice try I wasn't too happy about your clone freak daughter, and my grandson but you know what turns out she was just an easy little skank that HS threw away when he realized he was too good for her. Whatever animal maybe you'll grow up some day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I try to slash his face, and he grabs my claws, and tosses me through a wall. "Tch! Loser." He shakes his head, and flies off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn it.  If we only took the Hell challenge like I wanted... ferget it... i got time on my hands now  I guess I won't call Wanda since last time I saw her she was havin' a three way wit' Wonder Man , and the Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heh, a mutant witch, an android, and an energy based zombie...add a bar in there, and there's a joke. Oh well guess I'll just call Ana. After I find Simon that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-70789655999054100?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/70789655999054100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=70789655999054100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/70789655999054100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/70789655999054100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/10/raaah.html' title='Raaah!'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-803430943610106661</id><published>2008-09-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:36:29.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-23: I didn't kill West!</title><content type='html'>At Ice Station Zero Chuck keeps annoying me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laura tell me what happened one more time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What flaming difference will it make Chuck?"  I glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He rubs his temples. “Logan being a young woman's role model... Well at least she isn't aping his accent anymore.  Laura please indulge me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sigh. Fine." I roll my eyes." We were at the hovercraft he was staring at my chest I pop my claws next I thing I know. I wake up in the snow the craft was damaged beyond repair, and Rosen was nowhere to be seen maybe his people beamed him back to his planet of origin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not funny Laura." Chuck gripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll just have to disagree there bub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well he did sign the release so we won't be held responsible unless you killed him... you didn't did you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the last time no!"  I growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very good you'll be flown home now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It didn't help that Elixir was the pilot on the way home, who let him fly a Blackbird by the way?  He kept asking over, and over again “did you kill him? Did you kill him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was so glad to lock myself in my room at the mansion, and not have to listen to the flaming questions anymore.  I was finally starting to relax when Dust asks ' Did you kill him?"  GRRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-803430943610106661?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/803430943610106661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=803430943610106661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/803430943610106661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/803430943610106661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/09/x-23-i-didnt-kill-west.html' title='X-23: I didn&apos;t kill West!'/><author><name>X-23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18343945533296651606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16688781607515099100'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-3190443326493575442</id><published>2008-09-16T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:13:39.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amr pov</title><content type='html'>Ya know I love the  &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/ "&gt; Amazing Mutant Race. &lt;/a&gt;but this year once again, I am placed wit' Vegeta.  And People think I'm psychotic?  This guy is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far he's used me as Wendigo bait. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCCxVrgErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S-kOlF4C-0A/s1600-h/Here+wendigo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCCxVrgErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S-kOlF4C-0A/s200/Here+wendigo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246837350031430322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His stupid yellin' made a whole pack O'em shows up. But does he have ta worry about it? Noooooo! He's a flamin' alien. They don't wanna eat him. Me on the other hand...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCEYjfJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RoHrFMmYFqk/s1600-h/Damn+you+vegeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCEYjfJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RoHrFMmYFqk/s200/Damn+you+vegeta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246839123264271842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Worse than that when we finally catch a Wendigo he throws away a perfectly good moose that I killed ta eat. Ya know Veg head ain't the only problem. My daughter Laura is teamed wit' some weird kid who keeps droolin' over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that I like the Mini- Iron Man she's been datin' but c'mon he's another  version O' Tony Stark, he'll move on when he sees the next pretty face. Ya know I ain't sure which one's girlier West or Vegeta's devil grand kid...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCK5-wK2CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/V6kqtFgDqa4/s1600-h/HS+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCK5-wK2CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/V6kqtFgDqa4/s200/HS+funny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846294588839970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah no contest...HS wins the girlie prize.  Nay way now we got some network exec bothering us... " It's one thing you two destroyed the SUV , and the Android camera man we gave you...  when the two of you get together you become even more destructive than normal  that's why a human camera man wouldn't work with you, but did you have to burn down the forest and kill this Wendigo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "That Wendigo ain't dead bub."  I explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The two of you slammed a giant hole through its chest... you were told to incapacitate it not kill it!"  He shows us the footage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCNKfcH2mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Rhq3VwTTBLc/s1600-h/Wendiowned.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCNKfcH2mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Rhq3VwTTBLc/s200/Wendiowned.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848777264290402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ya can't kill the damned things. The curse don't let ya go that easy. It'll regenerate soon enough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He starts pokin' the body still chained on top of the SUV with a stick. “I wouldn't do that if I were you bub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “There’s nothing to worry about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's interrupted by the sound of "WEEEEENNNNNNNDDDDDDIIIIIGGGGGGGOOOOOO!!!!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The beast starts thrashin' around tearing up the SUV a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay! Okay! It's alive take it to the cage please!" The exec shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, and the damned Saiyan drag the chained up cursed creature now all I can do is wait fer the judgment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-3190443326493575442?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/3190443326493575442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=3190443326493575442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3190443326493575442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3190443326493575442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-amr-pov.html' title='My Amr pov'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SNCCxVrgErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S-kOlF4C-0A/s72-c/Here+wendigo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-8532293411840566207</id><published>2008-07-12T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:38:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/07/double-post-kiss-of-death-part-2-shi.html"&gt; Continued from here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ya know this stuff really grinds my gears. Lady Death used the two halves O' Ana’s heart to bring two aspects O' her personality ta fight each other, Ana and Shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Course The Samurai beat the Holy Hell Outta the art dealer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “So faceless ya got any ideas?"  I growl at Question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I only have questions not answers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yer flamin' useful bub." I snort." Wait a second; did ya see the other Ana use any Qi moves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ana Holds my hand, “Just go leave me here Logan! Save yourself!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Question interrupts. “My studies suggest that one must be spiritually strong to use qi, I doubt a soul that is in servitude could do that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “How do ya explain Vegeta, that boy ain't spiritually strong." I contradict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “He’s not human either." The Question uh... answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Darlin’ can ya use yer energy?" I Ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lady Death demands. “Can we get this over with? Are you lovebirds gonna to chat all day?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ana looks up. “I’ll try." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Shi, and Ana walk into the middle of the ring, Shi charges, and Ana Puts up her hands her an invisible energy wave knocks Shi into the wall. “Yeah that’s the way Darlin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Question shakes his head as Lady Death uses a time out. “That’ll only work once Logan.  Shi will know it's coming next time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Damn it." I mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You think you're clever Runt." Lady Death smiles. “Even if you somehow win you'll lose Round 3 fight!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What the flamin does she mean by that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-8532293411840566207?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/8532293411840566207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=8532293411840566207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8532293411840566207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8532293411840566207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/07/round-2.html' title='Round 2.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-8844364176045899503</id><published>2008-07-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:14:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-23 Wolverine Double post.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I listened to Vincent.  When that saiyan boy said he was gonna set me up with someone he knew I thought maybe that hot Stark boy. Or maybe his really good looking older brother no instead I get flaming Inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's like sitting in a room with an octopus that gropes you at super speed.  I will have my revenge Vince, and after I taught you how to dance. Hmm he could have been dumb enough to believe this was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was sittin' in Legacy's little HQ when grabby goes of to race that Young Avengers speedster I'm glad he's gone. I see Anthony Stark walk by.  I get some nasty little thoughts there when I smell the youngest bat kid, well unless ya count that weird Damian child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Cass.  Ya like skulking around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You... like him." She giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah so? He's datin' a killer robot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She shrugs " So what? I... haven't seen Sky in some time. Besides she was ... um wrong for him. You have to... um tried to get what you want... or you'll be sad. I had to keep fighting for Vince... and ... if someone else comes after him again... I'll fight them too, maybe you should try that? Or at least say 'hello'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She walks off doin' whatever it is she does, but ya know she's got a point. I did nothing to get Hellion; I let HS go without a fight. Ya know Stark may not be worth a fight but I can at least introduce myself, and find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wolverine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued from &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-of-death-part-1.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/shi-ghost-case-heart-of-problem.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seein' One O' my fantasies in livin' color right in front O' me.  Ana was  doin' the nasty with Lady Death. They were invitin' me but I was havin' a problem I dunno she had no mind O' her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Somethin' outta the corner O' my eye catches my attention. The faceless kook the Question.  He holds up a hastily scrawled note saying “Don’t do it!" Yeah I guessed that, bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “There’s no way I'm forcin' Ana to do somethin' against her will sicko! Get ready to go to Throwdown City ya bitch!" I popped my claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything blurred around us and we where in some kinda arena oh hell now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-8844364176045899503?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/8844364176045899503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=8844364176045899503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8844364176045899503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/8844364176045899503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/07/x-23-wolverine-double-post.html' title='X-23 Wolverine Double post.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-1500282019982596588</id><published>2008-06-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:43.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-will-be-dead-in-minutes-without.html"&gt;Chuck's safe now.&lt;/a&gt; so I'm Goin' Back ta Earth. Ya see,  I saw   &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/05/howling-past.html#links"&gt;I saw Ana's ghost.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since we ain't doin' anything but sittin' around I decided to get an escape pod and take it back ta Earth. I didn't tell Wanda or nobody, especially since Wanda would have a jealous rage, and I'd spend the rest O' the day as a dog or somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me I ain't really gotta a lot of experience wit' the whole supernatural, and just plain weird. Though every once in a while it seems this kinda stuff finds me.  Nah what I need is someone crazy enough to believe all O' this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An' that faceless weirdo the Question is about as crazy as ya get. Last time I heard he was in Gotham, don't know if that's still true or not. But I gotta an idea about how ta see if he's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After landin' outside O' Gotham I ditch the X-threads an' put on normal clothes. I'd rather not run inta the Big Black Bat this time around. Fer a second I thought I saw'im but it was some weirdo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENQfw2aEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jj5v-rA8s-E/s1600-h/RED+X.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENQfw2aEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jj5v-rA8s-E/s200/RED+X.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207094100789694834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He put on a skull mask over his other mask,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENRkA2aEYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2-QzQaXgbds/s1600-h/RED+X+mask.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENRkA2aEYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2-QzQaXgbds/s200/RED+X+mask.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207095273315766658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's he supposed ta be? Skull faced red slash guy?  Maybe it’s the Punisher in a goofy new outfit.  Most likely though it's one O' Bats' weirdo rouge's gallery. I ignore it an' rent a bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After sneakin' through the Gotham Police Dept. I change the Bat signal inta somethin' that'll attract the one I'm lookin' for. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENUOA2aEZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W_puD4Lx72M/s1600-h/The+Question+signal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENUOA2aEZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W_puD4Lx72M/s200/The+Question+signal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207098193893527954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sit waitin' fer a flamin' half hour I finally just accept he ain't showin' up. I throw my cigar away and notice that the smoke around here is way to much fer a stogie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What the Flamin?" I exclaim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good Question." A voice announces from the smoke. “Now I have a Question for you you’ve seen Shi haven't you?"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENaWA2aEaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/giaQHTNIIlI/s1600-h/Q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENaWA2aEaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/giaQHTNIIlI/s200/Q.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207104928402248098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah now what's the next move?"  I query. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That is the Question." I roll my eyes this may have been a bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-1500282019982596588?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/1500282019982596588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=1500282019982596588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1500282019982596588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1500282019982596588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-on-earth.html' title='Back on Earth.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SENQfw2aEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jj5v-rA8s-E/s72-c/RED+X.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-6314398536679448834</id><published>2008-05-22T18:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:24:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally some action.</title><content type='html'>Wanda teleported we to of all things a Shia'r ship. But oddly she was gigglin' about somethin'. “What is it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I've been sending Chroma and Koma on a little side trip. All over the Earth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh. “I like how ya think." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm though not so much. “Stop wasting your energies!" Storm orders; bring our 'allies' here now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cyclops Orders, “Let’s split up gang!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Mon ami we’re on a Shi'ar ship." Gambit explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah what's the point is splitting up if we can just go to the control room?"  Iceman asks. “And why did you just sound like Fred from Scooby Doo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You’ll do what I say!" Scott cries and runs off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Storm rolls her eyes “Ignore that fool."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Wanda and Chroma Argue wit' each other. "I'm going to kick you in the head!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Wanda laughs.” You can try but will find yourself as Darkseid's new harem girl if attempt it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Storm fires a thunderbolt between ‘em “Stop acting like children! We shall go to the control room and see if these Shi'ar can help us in our quest for the Professor!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It turns out Lilandra was in charge O' this ship. An' O' course wit' her relation ship wit' Chuck she was more than willin' to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma locks on ta Chuck's brain patterns and we find this ship that looks like a flamin' giant spider. While the Lilandra Demands Chuck's brain be returned to her we X-men sneak on board though Koma insisted this time he do the Portin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This weird robotic voice greets us. “Did you misanthropes truly think you could trick one of my intellect?" It was that weird brain in the jar and his babe with a very unfortunate haircut. “I knew you would try something like this while I was distracted by the bird people.  Now face the power of my henchmen!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Drake laughs. "What henchmen?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Pocket android henchmen just add water!" The Gun Chick sprays these capsules with water and they grow inta gigantic fighters.  I pop my claws " Finally some action!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was tagged for a meme by Novy here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Ten years ago I was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wearin' A brown, and tan costume and bein' annoyed by Kitty Pryde and her Pitor crush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five Things on Today's To Do List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Avengers meetin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Dangeroom trainin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 At least fifteen teamups wit' everyone from Spider-man ta to that Flamin' Power Pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Gettin' some new recruits inta shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Stuffin' Deadpool in that crate to send to Vegeta.  He can annoy him for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Things I'd do if I were a billionaire: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Clone my self so marvel would qui sendin' in 50 places at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three Bad Habits: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Smokin' cigars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fightin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makin' fun O Scott &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Five Places I've lived: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Madripoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savage Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Five Jobs I've had in life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coal miner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIA agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay that's done who should I tag? Screw it I'm gonna throw down with some instant henchmen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-6314398536679448834?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/6314398536679448834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=6314398536679448834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/6314398536679448834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/6314398536679448834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-some-action.html' title='finally some action.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-2117066189157826162</id><published>2008-05-18T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:44.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lady in scarlet</title><content type='html'>I was walkin'well sort O' runnin' to get Scott away from me my every instinct was to kill him after he cuddled me when I was knocked out. "Logan you have to believe me I thought you were Jean!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah ya huggin' me again Bub!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A female voice wit' a bit of an accent says, “So that is why you haven't called huh Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I already know from her smell its Wanda Maximoff. AKA the girl I      &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/02/movin-on.html"&gt; dated&lt;/a&gt; When me an' Ana broke up, AKA the Scarlet Witch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SDAclO391_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2i2zS4GAsPo/s1600-h/Scarlet+Witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SDAclO391_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2i2zS4GAsPo/s200/Scarlet+Witch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688995586496498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nah, it's what I caught you an' Quicksilver doin' that one day."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SDAdl-392AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QI4yQv9z7fw/s1600-h/EEEEEWWWWW!!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SDAdl-392AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QI4yQv9z7fw/s200/EEEEEWWWWW!!!!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201690107983026178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She started laughin' hard. “Ha! Just because my brother is a deviant does not mean I am. He tried to do something, but I did not let him in fact I turned him into M.O.D.O.K.'s love slave for a week after that. I was a little afraid it was something else, I understand why you had to avenge Ana's death but I was hoping you still did not have feelings for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My silence said a little too much I think. She put her hands on her hips. “Am I the 'rebound woman?’ “She glares.” It is okay to tell the truth, I will not transform you into anything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Truth is darlin' I'm still sortin' it out, but a should know I always had a thing fer redheads, and I woulda asked ya out sooner but ya were with the robot, then Wonderman fer whatever reason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She rolls her eyes “Do not remind me he is not a Wonder if you get my drift. Fine Wolverine we will take it one day at a time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The other X-men finally find us with Koma and Chroma.  “What is Magneto's daughter doing here?" Chroma asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Who is this person?"  Wanda grunts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “That’s the girl that kicked Logan in the in the baby maker!" Scott happily blurts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “She did what? You, you Toad!"  Then Chroma became a little metal amphibian Koma began to shout until Wanda put her hand into a hex position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well that is ah...if she apologizes will you turn her back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A little smile appears on Wanda's face and, and Chorma is back to normal. “I would suggest you keep your hands to yourself from now on 'Chroma'. Now that that's out of the way would you explain why the X-jet just blew up over New York?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Storm brought Wanda up to date on the whole brain stealin' thing. Wanda then sat Indian style on the ground and when Cyclops laughs at her a bird start peckin' at his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Scarlet Witch screams. "I have found Xavier! Gather closer to me X-men!" Next thing we know this weird mist gathers around us, and then all of the sudden we're some where else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-2117066189157826162?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/2117066189157826162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=2117066189157826162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/2117066189157826162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/2117066189157826162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/lady-in-scarlet.html' title='the lady in scarlet'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/SDAclO391_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2i2zS4GAsPo/s72-c/Scarlet+Witch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-41954061826696711</id><published>2008-05-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:55:45.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead again.</title><content type='html'>We were goin' to find Chuck along wit'&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;   and franken Chuck. to get the Prof back from bein' a brain in a jar When the Flamin' X-jet blew up this happens way too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know I'm in a field O' flowers and sunshine. Great I'm flamin' dead again. Wonder how long it'll last this time. I hear this haunting voice. " James yur lady is needin' yur help lad. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a red head that looks like Jean I seatrch my memories. " Rose." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes James, I am far past any pain, but Ana is not she is bein' used as a slave for Lady Death. You can save her James, you and the man wit'no identity, and no face. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know I see Ana bein' forced ta kill fer lady death, I run to her yellin' " I love ya." When I hear this man voice say "I love you too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with Scott huggin' me. " What the Flamin' hell are ya doin?" I yell pushing him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um ah nothing I must ... have been knocked out and thought you were Jean." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Suuure." I get up outta And start sniffin' out the other X-men. Looks like we landed in New York City. I hope I find 'em soon Hell I don't care if I find Koma or his way to cutley named third rate Colossus girlfriend Chroma. Chroma and Koma? their names rhyme an evrething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because If I don't find someone soon I'm gonna kill Scott. In fact I may just do it on principle. At least this keeps my mind off what I saw in my near death experience. Oh great Scott's gettin' too close again looks like I gotta punch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great an' now he's cryin'.I hope I find somebody or someone finds us, this is gettin' annoyin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-41954061826696711?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/41954061826696711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=41954061826696711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/41954061826696711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/41954061826696711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/dead-again.html' title='dead again.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-5180797086488715811</id><published>2008-05-05T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:27:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishou goes ta throwdown city</title><content type='html'>I went to Kyoto with Batman, after knockin' some pesky ninjas around. He found the Question who was pointin' at a wall. “Ana! She's back!"  I roll my eyes looks like the faceless wonder has finally went over the deep end. Then again Jean Grey comes back from the dead at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I tear my way through the wall. I don't find Ana I find some Japanese guy rippin' inta Laura and yellin' "Why won't you die?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slash the bastard in his back and he bulks up all the sudden to Hulk like muscle.  But he ain't as strong as the Hulk still he's damn strong as he tosses me through a table I slash Laura free and ad we both jump 'im when Bats yells “No Killing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He throws gadgets that stun the freak and then tries to stun him with nerve punches. That doesn't work and as he's knocked back he lands on his feet I elbow the freakin' billionaire, in the nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Ya served yer purpose bub, now stay outta the way while I and Laura kill this bastard.” We both tore inta him but he's so Flamin' strong, that hit didn't exactly kill him just seemed ta piss 'im off. “You don't understand! If I kill the women I'll become a god!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever psycho! Ya may be good but I'm the best!"  He runs after the Question draggin' us both, the faceless weirdo takes out some kinda souped up gun and shoots a big hole in Rishou's chest I slash into the hole tryin' ta get to some organs. My claws end up stuck in the guys wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guy falls out though the wall, and he crushes us through the street and we all fall into the sewer. The impact at the ground knocks us inta the dirty water Rishou slumps off bleedin'  " Laura get up kid we're gonna finish him off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But we find 'im with his head slashed off and the cut looks a Katanas had done it if I didn't know better, I'd said it was Shi that did And Question was sayin' that too but he kept sayin' he saw her and she was right there. Yup he's flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dad do ya think it's possible?" Laura asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah. The faceless guy is just crazy. He probably sees ghosts everywhere." Now That' Ana's avenged I can move on the weird dude was gonna die any way I'll just say I softened him up fer whoever took 'im down. Ya know I shoulda just went fer the sex and not get emotionally involved well live an' learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just get settled back at the X-mansion when I find Captain Koma and some chick in a buggy car.  And it turns out the chick is some kinda Colossus clone great first they clone a girl version O' me now Petey? What the flamin' hell! Whatever Koma and, and Petey wit' a uterus have done somethin' ta Chuck and they're gonna pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-5180797086488715811?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/5180797086488715811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=5180797086488715811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5180797086488715811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5180797086488715811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/rishou-goes-ta-throwdown-city.html' title='Rishou goes ta throwdown city'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-3108460792127123147</id><published>2008-04-09T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:44.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grieving in anger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/04/city-morgue-guest-poster-danny.html#links"&gt;Ana's dead. &lt;/a&gt; and whoever did it is in fer a world O' hurt. I took everything I had Not to tear Danny Bailey's liver an feed it to' im  when he blamed me fer her death lil' punk even  told me I should kill my self , yeah like that'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since I couldn't get to ya on account O' all the reporters, I'll tell ya right here Bailey if ya ever smart off to me like that again you'll be dead before ya even hit the floor. That ain't a flamin' threat that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I go to my favorite waterin' hole. An' try to drink my pain away, yeah good luck wit' that damned healin' factor. I'll be here fer another hundred years or so, I knew this was comin' and I tried ta not get emotionally involved.  Well that's it no more lettin' people get close I'm keepin' everyone at arms length like the old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I smell the scent of Brut after shave, an' leather Freakin' Daredevil. “A have three seconds to step back bub." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Go to hell Logan She died because you pushed her away if you didn't..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Punch him in his pompous face, and then knee him in the gut. After tossin' him through a table, I grab onto to his arm and break it in two places.  I pop the claws.  An' let him hear them.  “Next time ya get in my face I use these got it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He just moans in response.  At that moment Chuck calls me up with his mental powers. I race to the scene to find him surrounded by        &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-goodbye-xavier-snarled-mystique.html"&gt; Biker wannabes, and Mystique.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R_2SexlBfDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t3ZkH-5PMYQ/s1600-h/Dreadnoks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R_2SexlBfDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t3ZkH-5PMYQ/s200/Dreadnoks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187463403203034162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tear through the losers like they butter, well their guns any way, the Prof is still squeamish about the sight O' blood.  After I take care O' her flunkies, Mystique gets pretty talkative. Though I do hope one O those losers, tries to get up, or Darkholme goes after me or chuck 'cause I could   lil' more anger management wit' my fists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-3108460792127123147?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/3108460792127123147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=3108460792127123147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3108460792127123147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3108460792127123147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/04/grieving-in-anger.html' title='grieving in anger.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R_2SexlBfDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t3ZkH-5PMYQ/s72-c/Dreadnoks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-1146116819904279487</id><published>2008-03-26T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:45.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been flamin' memed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Black Widow &lt;/a&gt; tagged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Let's get this flamin' thing over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I was born James Howlett in Alberta British Columbia some time in the 19th century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Though I got all my memories back,I still ain't sure what's an implant and what's not. Thanks Weapon X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: i ain't evolved from no were people, Like Marvel has been staying' latley. I'm just a mutant like any other. Evrery once in awhile Marvel makes up somethin' stupid, don't mean it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I like reality shows, and sporting' events too. I jut wish that kid with the weird channel changin' power didn't hog the tube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:I'm the best there is at what I do, and that's fightin' i know fightin' techniques from all over the world. the only ones that can hang with me are those with super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I was once married to the super villaness Viper, It was a fake marriage, I did it to honor the memory of an old friend, and to keep Madripoor from tearing itself apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:Since the break up,I've been pretty flamin' happy. I can do what I want when I want. Without some skirt naggin' me.And Ana won't die because of me. so it works out perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fer the taggin, wait a second why is all this flamin' steam here? It's all over the mansion. I walk around until I find the source what the Flamin' It's Bobby Drake's room. I open the door and see this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R-s7ZLd9hXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ozXPQoZhHdg/s1600-h/Iceman+Firestar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R-s7ZLd9hXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ozXPQoZhHdg/s200/Iceman+Firestar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182301099981112690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman and Firestar? Talk about opposites. Well all this steam is messin' up the computer, so no taggin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-1146116819904279487?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/1146116819904279487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=1146116819904279487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1146116819904279487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1146116819904279487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-flamin-memed.html' title='I&apos;ve been flamin&apos; memed'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R-s7ZLd9hXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ozXPQoZhHdg/s72-c/Iceman+Firestar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-5534189742095242166</id><published>2008-02-20T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:45.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leavin'!</title><content type='html'>Some ol' Buddies of mine in the CIA told me Ana was kidnapped By Weapon X. They said they thought she was pregnant , Though I wouldn't doubt it's with Bats' kid.just in case I caught a flight to Canada    &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-break-and-jail-breaks.html"&gt; I found' er &lt;/a&gt; And started killin' any thing that threatened her.  Some weirdo with no face kept tryin' to restrain me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Look pal keep this up and the next Question’ll be arms or legs Bub!"  I knock Weirdo offa me and am about ta skewer 'im when this dude pops up in fronta me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R70XyHXIuxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DmCynIass38/s1600-h/Goku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R70XyHXIuxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DmCynIass38/s200/Goku.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169314097028184850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After he punches me through wall I think I recognize him, the saiyan with the Japenese name.  “You won't hurt Question even if he does talk about weird things!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I look around and See that the saiyan is joined by Supergirl in a black costume and Spider- Man?  I smell him and yeah it smells like Parker.  But he don't seem ta reconize me. “Why are you smelling me dog boy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What are ya doin' Spider-Man?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not Spidey I'm the Scarlet Spider!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes “great they made another one. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After I hear that other mutants have been captured and are bein' expiremented on here I help this freak brigade free 'em.  But at some point Ana is slashed by A sabertooth wanna be it doesn’t really hurt her.  but this device falls offa her and suddenly she don't smell so pregnant anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's a trick probably ta get me here.  “It’s all some kinda trick!" I scream at her. " What the did Bats think it was funny? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You don't under stand..." She starts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And I don't care ta. I'm outta here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Going back to Wanda?" She sneers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Ya gave up on us first with the Bat Darlin'!"  I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I never slept with Batman!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I pop my claws " Don't lie and lose my number while yer at it.”  I cut through the walls of the complex until the cold wind hits my face.  I hear from a few rooms back " So are we gonna get  everyone out and blow up this place?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Supergirl scolds. " Goku be quiet. Can't you see Shi's hurting?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Screw it I'm goin' back to the X-mansion. bein' back in my home country and at Weapon X  reminded me of one thing, I'm better off alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-5534189742095242166?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/5534189742095242166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=5534189742095242166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5534189742095242166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/5534189742095242166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-leavin.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin&apos;!'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R70XyHXIuxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DmCynIass38/s72-c/Goku.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-3062925368244924695</id><published>2008-02-10T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:46.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on.</title><content type='html'>Well ever since Ana has been decided to have do the horizonatal mambo wit' the Dark Night.  I've been doin' what Rouge keeps callin' mopin' around and.  So I decided tocall a frail fer a hook up ta make  me feel a lil' better.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R67Qv3XIuuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NR7STnCFRFk/s1600-h/Wolvie+Wanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R67Qv3XIuuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NR7STnCFRFk/s200/Wolvie+Wanda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165295343373957858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An' Wanda “Scarlet Witch " Maximoff was willin'. Maybe she was just glad ta be not with a robot, fer once or flamin' Wonder Man. Or worse Quicksilver "We've all heard those rumors not sure if they are true or not, Don't matter though she's still flamin' hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though it's gonna be funny next time we X-men fight Magneto, and I let out this little tidbit. So  I was feelin' pretty good . Didn't even mind Jean , And Storm blastin' each other at lunch.  I go to watch TV. I laugh as Scott &lt;a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2008/02/this-chick-sure-has-deep-voice.html"&gt; hits on a transvestite. &lt;/a&gt; Man now this TV show is flamin' comedy. When someone sneaks up behind I pop my claws and he yells “Holy knives from the knuckles! Batman! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stare fer a second. " Nightwing what the flamin' hell happened to ya bub?"  he turned inta little kid strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um are you Wolverine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah you know that bub." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I've never seen you before in my life mister My parner Batman said you wouldn't hurt me. "   Well he's right there, after all the help he's given to Laura.  " He wants to meet you somewhere neutral." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Probably wants ta rub it now that he stole my girl. “Yeah sure bub tell 'im I'll meet with him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The kid runs off and uses a teleporter to vanish. After givin' me the time and place O' the meet.  Looks like I'm gonna make some Bat- Kebobs. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R67cBHXIuwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QoNeCSuA8oU/s1600-h/Wolverine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R67cBHXIuwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QoNeCSuA8oU/s200/Wolverine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165307734354606850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-3062925368244924695?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/3062925368244924695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=3062925368244924695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3062925368244924695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3062925368244924695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/02/movin-on.html' title='Movin&apos; on.'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtCw_4W2GqU/R67Qv3XIuuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NR7STnCFRFk/s72-c/Wolvie+Wanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-3047137369933705904</id><published>2008-01-27T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:55:26.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hell no</title><content type='html'>Well the saiyan kids have left me alone fer while heh, Teenage angst seemed to have taken them away from prankin' me.  Meanwhile I've been avoidin' the whole Jean Grey, Storm power struggle that's been goin' on since  Chuck left fer helpin' Jon and his campaign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let them blow up the Flamin' school fer all I care. Because Some Gotham vigilante called Azreal Azegail somethin' stupid , Sent me these pictures ' Shi and the Batman bein' pretty close a lil' too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ya know I gave her a chance to back outta this whole relationship thing. In fact Part O' me think it best if she moves on away from me, but on the other hand, I don't appreciate the Bat Just movin' in before it's all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I'll tell ya what. I'll give Ana the chance to move on right after I tear the Billionaire with issues a new hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-3047137369933705904?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/3047137369933705904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=3047137369933705904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3047137369933705904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/3047137369933705904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-hell-no.html' title='Oh Hell no'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25752092.post-1330306967945763803</id><published>2007-11-25T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:52:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those kids are planin' somethin'</title><content type='html'>Those damned kids O' Vegeta's ain't done no pranks on me in weeks. Somethin's real wrong here. They musrt be plannin' somethin' big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm ready fer 'em! Whatever it is I'm gonna flamin' slash 'em wit some claws. I just gotta be careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't paranoid Drake! I know they are gonna do somethin'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing at me Summers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I warned ya. Stop cryin' Scott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should wait fer whatever it is out in the yard. At least i can see it comin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25752092-1330306967945763803?l=weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/feeds/1330306967945763803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25752092&amp;postID=1330306967945763803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1330306967945763803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25752092/posts/default/1330306967945763803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-kids-are-planin-somethin.html' title='those kids are planin&apos; somethin&apos;'/><author><name>Wolverine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197744720975186153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10527115796891216055'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>