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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMRno5fyp7ImA9WxNWFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146</id><updated>2009-10-12T22:11:27.427-07:00</updated><title>All Grown Up....</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/title.png"&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><thespringbox:skin xmlns:thespringbox="http://www.thespringbox.com/dtds/thespringbox-1.0.dtd">http://feeds.feedburner.com/AllGrownUp?format=skin</thespringbox:skin><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AllGrownUp" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMQH89cCp7ImA9WxRSEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3630210652594357464</id><published>2008-09-11T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:08:01.168-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T12:08:01.168-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amazing Mutant race 4" /><title>AMR4...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SMlr4FKiK6I/AAAAAAAAAis/EPN3rH1L5iE/s1600-h/F296zz_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SMlr4FKiK6I/AAAAAAAAAis/EPN3rH1L5iE/s200/F296zz_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244841852252859298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got drunk and missed my chance to win the LSG.... Man I am sure Jon is really disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was through with those things but then Kon signed me up for &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace4.blogspot.com/" title="Amr4"&gt;Amazing Mutant Race4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have been living with him and the Kents... Ma Kent is the greatest makes the best pies in town but don't have the energy to make 2 as many as before so Kon is upset and wants me gone before Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it should be fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-3630210652594357464?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3630210652594357464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=3630210652594357464" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3630210652594357464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3630210652594357464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/zco7nF5Oq78/amr4.html" title="AMR4..." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SMlr4FKiK6I/AAAAAAAAAis/EPN3rH1L5iE/s72-c/F296zz_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/09/amr4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CSXg4cCp7ImA9WxdUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-2032643707141248334</id><published>2008-08-04T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:11:08.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-04T05:11:08.638-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Last Gladiator standing 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul burn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new costume" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coffee pot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evil dad" /><title>An Orphan again</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJboGsqnZRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ItMitBZSS-Y/s1600-h/KidDsig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJboGsqnZRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ItMitBZSS-Y/s200/KidDsig.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230623219004171538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I screwed up on the show. My chance to be like Jon and I got drunk and slept  through my challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still supported Kon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one challenge that guy took my little Mini Dragon friend Coffee pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJboucRhd-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-vmXM3ZThLU/s1600-h/baby_dragon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJboucRhd-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-vmXM3ZThLU/s200/baby_dragon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230623901798725602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-hs.html"&gt;So while Hanging with Kon, the Evil version of my Dad showed&lt;/a&gt;. he spoke lies (what I thought were lies) and we fought. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbpO5q15fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/c9E74aM8-m8/s1600-h/fight22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbpO5q15fI/AAAAAAAAAiE/c9E74aM8-m8/s200/fight22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230624459445364210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to use Soul Burn but didn't, I don't believe the idiot but what if he is telling half truths. I can tell a lie and the fact is, most of what he says ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon threw a party. I decided to try a new costume and well, it looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean real stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZnUBo_g8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kqzHUdlYE5o/s1600-h/HS+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZnUBo_g8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kqzHUdlYE5o/s200/HS+funny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230481610972824514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtAKyiz-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZNzOeaQpHc4/s1600-h/meankon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtAKyiz-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZNzOeaQpHc4/s200/meankon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230628604389543906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course I want to strangle Kon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampirellabloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-hell-part-1.html"&gt;After I went home. &lt;/a&gt;Justice was there, "He visit you too?"&lt;br /&gt;I turned when she stiffened up,  "So it is true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom scanned us, she had been crying, "I take it you got a visit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-hs.html"&gt;I did&lt;/a&gt;!" I bit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looked at her, "What can be done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were talking but this burning deep in me was drowning them out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtXgt89WI/AAAAAAAAAic/0o-dzRrIvfI/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtXgt89WI/AAAAAAAAAic/0o-dzRrIvfI/s200/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230629005412857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to go talk to Dad!" HS shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom growled fiercely,  "NO! Leave him alone. We are not burdens. He doesn't want us in his life anymore. It is his choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared seeing my mom trying not to crumble. He hurt her this time, he hurt her real bad. Justice then broke the silence, "I can't live here... I .. c-can't stay here. There is problems with the rebels and after &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-to-batman.html"&gt;speaking to Batman &lt;/a&gt;... and now this... I am leaving. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She steadied herself as Galen kept a supportive hand on her shoulder, "I thought we were over this. When I healed from being shattered... " She shook her head and walked off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her talked I just went upstairs and packed. Loading my car as Shiara silently watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Hoser in the car and throw some bi-fi zombie treats at Zombie. I was playing fetch with him when Mom came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are leaving to?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "I am moving in with Kon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her and told her I loved her, right now she needed to get away. I knew that... I also knew she would stay if I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtitufSZI/AAAAAAAAAik/SkpFeaKYdAc/s1600-h/htipfq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtitufSZI/AAAAAAAAAik/SkpFeaKYdAc/s200/htipfq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230629197883328914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the car and drove off after giving Shiara a kiss... "I will see you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting thinking of how happy we were once. Now, I had no family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing Kon gave me beeped and I threw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been torn apart and he wants to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt him before I saw him, "Well, you don't have to worry no more Vincent. Seems we aren't family anymore...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtXsi-LnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E_uYFtPZslk/s1600-h/grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJbtXsi-LnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/E_uYFtPZslk/s200/grumpy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230629008588025458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to see him and Cass standing next to him nudging him to say something. I shook my head and Kon flew down next to me... "Come on dude why you gotta be so grumpy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy for you to say, Supes would never disown you or divorce Lois." I shrugged off... "You have a family. I don't anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't say that!" I turn to see Kon and the rest of the titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara walked over and put her arms around me, "Let's dance. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to dance with her I saw Cass and Vincent, Vella and everyone that was there the night before. I sat on the couch with my girl friend and Vella asked me about Justice and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "How do you think they are doing? Justice is gone now. She is doing what she can to fight the Corru. Mom, I don't know... I know you are not technically family anymore but I will always see you and Vincent as family. You ever need me you can count on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood and Shiara and I went to bed. I will be meeting Ma and Pa Kent tomorrow. Kon.. I mean Conner asked if I could stay there and well they are really great. I almost envy my friend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-2032643707141248334?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2032643707141248334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=2032643707141248334" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2032643707141248334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2032643707141248334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/YZCMPbJNCVQ/orphan-again.html" title="An Orphan again" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SJboGsqnZRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ItMitBZSS-Y/s72-c/KidDsig.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/orphan-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQCQns4cCp7ImA9WxdSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-4489570092859517924</id><published>2008-05-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:39:23.538-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-27T14:39:23.538-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2nd challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Last Gladiator standing 3" /><title>They put me in drag</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/team-1-operation-diversion.html"&gt;my 2nd challenge is up and I had to wear a dress.. go a head and find out more &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/team-1-operation-diversion.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-4489570092859517924?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4489570092859517924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=4489570092859517924" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/4489570092859517924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/4489570092859517924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/dzxtvcEAg-8/they-put-me-in-drag.html" title="They put me in drag" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-put-me-in-drag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUAQXY-fyp7ImA9WxdTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3361204694737507335</id><published>2008-05-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:37:20.857-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-16T03:37:20.857-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1st challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Last Gladiator standing 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>1st challenge</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SC1d1eoPYeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9vWhBbSz3wo/s1600-h/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SC1d1eoPYeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9vWhBbSz3wo/s200/Image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200916318019084770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/trying-to-get-head-of-game.html"&gt;I am in my team &lt;/a&gt;and I did &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/jon-came-out-smiling-and-put-photo-up.html"&gt;my first challenge a&lt;/a&gt;nd boy what a challenge it was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-3361204694737507335?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3361204694737507335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=3361204694737507335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3361204694737507335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3361204694737507335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/x-S3okDZkuc/1st-challenge.html" title="1st challenge" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SC1d1eoPYeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9vWhBbSz3wo/s72-c/Image4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-challenge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcARno4eyp7ImA9WxdTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-1751785231745540749</id><published>2008-05-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:27:27.433-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-07T08:27:27.433-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jJR-Intergalatic Gladiator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Last Gladiator standing 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>Meeting my childhood role model</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHKSJC-wJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mVTP8pp0Fjs/s1600-h/lgs3animzy3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHKSJC-wJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mVTP8pp0Fjs/s200/lgs3animzy3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657857977139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIYJC-wHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8Jo_rdWGoeM/s1600-h/new_graphic_novel747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIYJC-wHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8Jo_rdWGoeM/s200/new_graphic_novel747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655762033098866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Mom and Dad  signed me up for &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Last Gladiator Standing 3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt; has been a role model of mine for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-i-get-your-autograph.html"&gt;I already got to meet Jon and shake his hand although he got my name wrong...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come cheer me on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Kon makes fun of me because I was a Jr- Intergalactic Gladiator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my best friend.. He thinks it is funny to do these doodles... I keep telling him I am not one of the titans but he says I hang around enough to be one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason he thinks it is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIsZC-wII/AAAAAAAAAco/15L9E5KdQ4k/s1600-h/lastweekyf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIsZC-wII/AAAAAAAAAco/15L9E5KdQ4k/s200/lastweekyf7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656109925449858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIQpC-wGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KzyjvqatalI/s1600-h/TinyTitansCharacterSheet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHIQpC-wGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KzyjvqatalI/s200/TinyTitansCharacterSheet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655633184079970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHGoJC-wDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TcGAJgKKPSw/s1600-h/cartoon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHGoJC-wDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TcGAJgKKPSw/s200/cartoon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653837887750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHGoZC-wEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gJgyQGT1DVU/s1600-h/TT2p08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHGoZC-wEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gJgyQGT1DVU/s200/TT2p08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653842182717506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one actually made Robin laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! Kon no more cartoons....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-1751785231745540749?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1751785231745540749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=1751785231745540749" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/1751785231745540749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/1751785231745540749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/XAxGs9g3k9s/meeting-my-childhood-role-model.html" title="Meeting my childhood role model" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SCHKSJC-wJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mVTP8pp0Fjs/s72-c/lgs3animzy3.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/05/meeting-my-childhood-role-model.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBRX07fip7ImA9WxZaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-2099258665912301953</id><published>2008-05-04T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:14:14.306-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-04T09:14:14.306-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flametongue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sayian-twin-babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vincent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vincent fight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice-soul divided" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>So much for my vacation...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3aGRHF2kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4f9O62bBo3g/s1600-h/hs-shiarammmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3aGRHF2kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4f9O62bBo3g/s200/hs-shiarammmmmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196549346262637122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can someone tell me why this stuff always happens when your on vacation?  Shiara and I went to the lake, only to return and learn that my father and Justice are fighting, &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/04/independence-to-new-home.html"&gt;Justice moved out&lt;/a&gt; and is with &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/04/capulets-and-montagues.html"&gt;Galen in a relationship&lt;/a&gt; but the climax was as we was pulling up in the driveway and &lt;a href="http://vampirellabloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-family-i-found-it-all-on-my.html"&gt;mom came running out saying I had to take her to where Justice was.&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive I get filled in on what I missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PERHF2cI/AAAAAAAAAac/z6IKN52IDcM/s1600-h/dmcv91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PERHF2cI/AAAAAAAAAac/z6IKN52IDcM/s200/dmcv91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537217274993090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed in and found Justice in a pretty bad way... Vincent had used a ring to pull some of her souls apart from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Bulma was trying to figure it all out and contact Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WshHF2hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HIaGqmmjp5Q/s1600-h/m8e99i%C3%BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WshHF2hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HIaGqmmjp5Q/s200/m8e99i%C3%BC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196545605346122258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peeked in on Justice, "Sis don't give up. Mom lit the candle and Shiara says galen won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PEhHF2dI/AAAAAAAAAak/vo5szf_gcPY/s1600-h/m8e99i%C3%A4%C3%A4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PEhHF2dI/AAAAAAAAAak/vo5szf_gcPY/s200/m8e99i%C3%A4%C3%A4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537221569960402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was why did Vincent do this and how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go after him after watching Justice suffer so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WsxHF2iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5IDpsK44Oj0/s1600-h/02_27previews_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WsxHF2iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5IDpsK44Oj0/s200/02_27previews_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196545609641089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2008/05/miraivisitations.html"&gt;Dad was at home &lt;/a&gt;and Mom called Conner and asked him to have lunch with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner met me in front of the lab where Grandma was still trying to help Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk for a bit and then &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-rage-part-2.html"&gt;went to the near by park for lunch&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PExHF2eI/AAAAAAAAAas/N-YR3sai6Vg/s1600-h/02_27previews_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PExHF2eI/AAAAAAAAAas/N-YR3sai6Vg/s200/02_27previews_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537225864927714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As if he had been summon Vincent shows up... I charged at him with my&lt;br /&gt;flametongue but it wasn't at all like our fight before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara mention a ring and I had already sensed he was being controlled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WshHF2gI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lP6Y7j9BNCQ/s1600-h/aa02_27previews_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3WshHF2gI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lP6Y7j9BNCQ/s200/aa02_27previews_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196545605346122242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tossed me a side like a rag doll and then beat on Kon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat kon badly when I went after Vincent again he crucified me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PExHF2fI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9imkE18jbLE/s1600-h/Teen%2BTitans%2B57-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3PExHF2fI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9imkE18jbLE/s200/Teen%2BTitans%2B57-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196537225864927730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Shiara who escaped first by shapeshifting and then fed me a senzu bean that Vella gave her, just in case she was hurt while protecting Galen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was Grandpa Vegeta that brought Vincent down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now Vella and Vincent are babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara looked at Cass Cain, "Poor Cass.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at Kon... Vincent had done a number on him... "Come on Kon, Grandpa says you need the SUN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara turned into a dragon and flew him as high as she could under the SUN where the rays was the most intense... Kon's Girlfriend went as well and I went to see how Justice was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered I saw mom and Grandma talking... "She just needs time and there is no telling how much time this will take..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand touched my shoulder, "Step a side.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Galen he walked over to Justice and took her hand.. When she opened her eyes she&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3epRHF2lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TB9kVcIuSKc/s1600-h/c110_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3epRHF2lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TB9kVcIuSKc/s200/c110_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196554345604569682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seemed to get better but only a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry, I should never have left." he whispered to her and then silently looked to grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grandma explained to him that some of her many souls had been divided and separated from Justice in a way that was excruciatingly painful. She pointed at the souls and spirits floating around some slowly rejoining Justice others &lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;flying off as to be lost&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offered him a device to see the spirited souls but he didn't need it. His eyes glowed and he spotted one of the lost souls wandering and gasp, "Isabel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon, Cass and Shiara walked in with the other Cass. Mom and Grandma was standing next to a door where Grandpa was acting as if he couldn't hear what was going on.. We all heard Galen and saw his expression this disbelief and surprise mixed with confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to gather himself and stated as he lifted Justice from her bed, "If time and rest is what she needs then that is what she will get.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he left I told mom and the others that it was weird how he acted... Almost as if some kind of soul binding was involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara just stated flatly, "Isabel was Galen's first and until Justice only love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pulled us out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-2099258665912301953?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2099258665912301953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=2099258665912301953" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2099258665912301953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2099258665912301953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/B_Lk_OuV5y4/so-much-for-my-vacation.html" title="So much for my vacation..." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SB3aGRHF2kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4f9O62bBo3g/s72-c/hs-shiarammmmmm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-for-my-vacation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNSXg7fSp7ImA9WxZbFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-292550312147845025</id><published>2008-04-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:28:18.605-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-19T07:28:18.605-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growth spurt - justice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shower incident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>NOT the car!!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAn-Bp2YolI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G8PHsZn9Isk/s1600-h/Image6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAn-Bp2YolI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G8PHsZn9Isk/s200/Image6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190959349888492114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only does Justice now look older than me but she wrecked my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had one of her growth spurts and is now about the age of 18... I let her and Vella take my car to go out and well... Justice wrecked it!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAn-zp2YomI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pAifOc8hwHQ/s1600-h/2006+CAMARO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAn-zp2YomI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pAifOc8hwHQ/s200/2006+CAMARO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190960208881951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon laughed at me... "Dude why dis you let her have your car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I asked Dad if I can borrow his new convertible so Shiara and I can go out to the lake this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping he will let me... As it is he said he would be glad when Galen gets back and she leaves... he thought mom was taking a shower and jumped in naked only to find out it was Shiara...  They both screamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara didn't leave my room for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAoBN52YonI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sFPaa8Epbjk/s1600-h/orange-2008-toyota-supra-drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAoBN52YonI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sFPaa8Epbjk/s200/orange-2008-toyota-supra-drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190962858876772978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a guy from the car dealer shows up with a car for Justice...  "Why does she get a car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a 2008 Toyota Supra and what did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around back son," Dad said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see that is what I am talking about...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAoBbJ2YooI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Urmii2ISLpE/s1600-h/GTO-judge_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAoBbJ2YooI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Urmii2ISLpE/s200/GTO-judge_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190963086510039682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-292550312147845025?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/292550312147845025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=292550312147845025" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/292550312147845025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/292550312147845025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/rdmC9-B6uhQ/not-car.html" title="NOT the car!!!!" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/SAn-Bp2YolI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G8PHsZn9Isk/s72-c/Image6.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-car.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQn04fCp7ImA9WxZVFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-2011248140457613280</id><published>2008-03-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:43:03.334-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-25T12:43:03.334-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="techno-trial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruce Cain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battle of Hectis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Battle of Hectis: finale: Sending a message to Cain</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R-kzOrKVH5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1SJhz8ge2q8/s1600-h/EXTERNAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R-kzOrKVH5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1SJhz8ge2q8/s200/EXTERNAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181729173463703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-of-destiny-finale-justavia.html"&gt;The Battle of Hectis had finally been won&lt;/a&gt;... My first priority now was to try to get Justice to reason and go home.  She could easily let the General's take over. At least for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend was worried about Galen, he had become quiet and still... She told me that he only did this when he was troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Justice was walking out, I saw &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-to-hectis.html"&gt;Bruce Cain&lt;/a&gt;. He wanted to know about the death of his friend. Galen fess up to what he had done but his mood... Well I may not have Bruce's ability to read body language but I know when a friend, even one that is so secretive is troubled. &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/02/battle-of-hectis-part-1-has-my-sister.html"&gt;I briefly remembered a conversation we had, Galen's words and wondered what was going on&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, "there is no need.. he is dead.. made... into... nothing... The spell I used to accomplish this has been forbidden for me to use, ever.. for ... any reasons... My order are very ... They will summon me and since it has already been made clear the last time I used it that should I use it again I would be... Flayed. That is what will happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bij4NlIdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8EyFvvWc2MA/s1600-h/08c5e040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bij4NlIdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8EyFvvWc2MA/s200/08c5e040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167566728466866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is Flayed? and when did you use it before? I .." I began but he held up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spoke softly, "For revenge I hunted down the Technomages that betrayed us.. me and killed my .... my love... There was three of them, one in particular... but I shall not speak of this any further... nor shall you.. to no one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen became sullen and walked away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flayed.. it didn't sound good but I gave my word I would speak of it... So I decided not to speak of it... Galen said nothing about writing about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped a capsule with a written message to Bruce Cain... with his skills in reading body language I hoped he would figure things out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampirellabloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-life.html"&gt;Galen returned us and mom was happy&lt;/a&gt;... As promised right after returning us Galen left...&lt;br /&gt;but to &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/03/techno-trial-part-1-summons.html"&gt;where and why...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/03/techno-trial-part-1-summons.html"&gt;TBC  here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-2011248140457613280?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2011248140457613280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=2011248140457613280" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2011248140457613280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2011248140457613280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/XRr3jXba40g/battle-of-hectis-finale-sending-message.html" title="Battle of Hectis: finale: Sending a message to Cain" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R-kzOrKVH5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1SJhz8ge2q8/s72-c/EXTERNAL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-of-hectis-finale-sending-message.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFQH0zcCp7ImA9WxZXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-5588813239713353518</id><published>2008-02-27T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:31:51.388-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-27T02:31:51.388-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immolate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magna rocks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brimestone forge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kameal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rayan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Firebolt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain of fire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Campaign-Justice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battle of Hectis" /><title>Battle of Hectis: part 2: Justice's Campaign</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="variant"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="variant"&gt;cam·paign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:popWin('/cgi-bin/audio.pl?campai01.wav=campaign')" class="audio"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.merriam-webster.com/images/audio.gif" alt="Listen to the pronunciation of 1campaign" title="Listen to the pronunciation of 1campaign" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt; \(&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;)kam-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;pān\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Function:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="ety"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etymology:&lt;/span&gt; French &lt;em&gt;campagne,&lt;/em&gt; probably from Italian &lt;em&gt;campagna&lt;/em&gt; level country, campaign, from Late Latin &lt;em&gt;campania&lt;/em&gt; level country, from Latin, the level country around Naples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="ety"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; circa 1656&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="date"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a connected series of military operations forming a distinct phase of a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuI4NlIjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qa6RKbrSY3k/s1600-h/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuI4NlIjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qa6RKbrSY3k/s200/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171590477168058930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Battle of Hectis began. As my sister's General I stayed with her as much as I could... She was relentless and refused to stay with me, Charging into battle like a madman or a great warrior , I have yet to decide.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuI4NlIjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qa6RKbrSY3k/s1600-h/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came into the main city and was over run by a horde of Corru soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/02/blazing-fires-part-two-leader-is-born.html"&gt;Galen flew over head with my girlfriend, Shiara&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought as my father Mirai had taught me.. First a sword and then with brimestone forge I called for my Pitchfork..  I used much of my &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;powers and attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UscYNlIfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/A8tALC942aA/s1600-h/308_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UscYNlIfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/A8tALC942aA/s200/308_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171588613152252402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with firebolts then graduated to immolate, when I was swarmed I used Hellfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped bring fire down on the city with rain of fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html#rocks"&gt;Magma Rocks &lt;/a&gt; and hell beasts and imps scattered fighting the Corru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuHINlIhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zOis3YKXEV4/s1600-h/20060731061021327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuHINlIhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zOis3YKXEV4/s200/20060731061021327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171590447103287826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Justice with a pile of dead at her feet rushing the walls and heading for the main building... I followed using firebolts to expel laser blasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="date"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8Usc4NlIgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nmJvOyf-lJg/s1600-h/Commission___Lyleth_by_Shiramune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8Usc4NlIgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nmJvOyf-lJg/s200/Commission___Lyleth_by_Shiramune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171588621742187010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen came down on a Corru that ran up behind Justice and Shiara transformed back into her true humanoid form and began fighting with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuHYNlIiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IfpC4GnEd7M/s1600-h/16+years+old++Justice+and+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuHYNlIiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IfpC4GnEd7M/s200/16+years+old++Justice+and+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171590451398255138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had finally took the city. Justice executed 3 Corru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"NOW WE TAKE THIS PLANET!" Justice yelled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kameal was still battling ships from space. With the help of General Rayan, Shiara and I set up a command center in the city we just took as we prepare to march toward the other smaller cities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayn whispered to me, "Kameal says the Empress was broadcasting the battle but is now wanting to shut it down... however seems she has a rebellion on her hands. Some of the slaves have taken the Net and is continuing to broadcast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I think I could just imagine &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/prophecy-of-justice-part-2-what-is-this.html"&gt;Grandpa Vegeta in front of a TV&lt;/a&gt; right about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rayan, go help our Northern troops..." I yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara enters... "A message came for Justice it is from Vella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a blue crystal data and then a red one, "we also have the causality reports coming in with new strategic plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice enters with Galen... and some other Generals... I listen as they talk... "This could be the first free planet of the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice speaks as she looks at me, "the first but not the last.. but we need the worlds to unite with us... It has done well for Starfleet and the Federation of planets... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A federation of free worlds.. what should we call it?" The Generals announce to one another as Justice walks to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, "We have the northern and eastern continents under our control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, "no Corru prisoners!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile turned into a frown and she added, "like Grandpa says illuminate the problem and you don't have to deal with it later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded to the crystals, "Causality reports and new strategic plans has come in as well as a message from Vella.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vella! I will take the message from Vella!" Justice return to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A general frowned, "but the reports..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice signed, "can you just give me the short version and have Rayan take the orders to the Captains.. Then she reaches excitedly for Vella's message"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara smiled, "the reports are good Justice so far Casualties are 2%"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice gave a relieved look to Galen... "Okay now if you will excuse me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the Corru fighters came in a fire fight with rebel ships behind them...&lt;br /&gt;Justice set the crystal on the table and we all charged out... "This must be the Corru's second wave!" Galen advised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the twinkle of metal, the satellite broadcasting in the sky and heard Justice say, "good I feel like seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;___ Later General Rayan is rushing in to grab the crystal with the Strategic plans, grabs the wrong crystal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching the crystal to brief his captains he learns &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/vella-no-good-choices.html"&gt;Vella has left&lt;/a&gt;... He then puts his Second Lieutenant in charge and goes after Vella because he fears the Corru would try and use this against Justice...&lt;br /&gt;beside she was very nice...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-5588813239713353518?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5588813239713353518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=5588813239713353518" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5588813239713353518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5588813239713353518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/BczQaRsIJAA/battle-of-hectis-part-2-justices.html" title="Battle of Hectis: part 2: Justice's Campaign" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R8UuI4NlIjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qa6RKbrSY3k/s72-c/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/02/battle-of-hectis-part-2-justices.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHRXk4fip7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-598217187301582805</id><published>2008-02-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:17:14.736-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T06:17:14.736-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen's ship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sayian blood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kameal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice's speech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battle of Hectis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="torment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Battle of Hectis: part 1 - Has my sister gone in sane?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bgTINlIZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JIaIe2dzyBs/s1600-h/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bgTINlIZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JIaIe2dzyBs/s200/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564241680802194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued from &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/02/poster-galen-valentine-i-didnt-expect.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... and &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-of-destiny-part-one-destiny-arises.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew in this Technomage Ship... I told Galen my father insisted that I thank him, "Dad said to let you know he is most appreciative of your offer and assistance.. As is my mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen just bowed and made a discrete exit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Justice's General so when I heard a plot to kill her I and Shiara went to capture the Mercs... They chose a fight so that was exactly what Shiara and I gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then used &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html#torment"&gt;Torment&lt;/a&gt; when questioning them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who paid you?" I demanded...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bg7YNlIaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XJBRM3t5doo/s1600-h/sorcerer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bg7YNlIaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XJBRM3t5doo/s200/sorcerer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167564933170536866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing the Traveler... Then Shiara's amulet glowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara grasped it, "Galen he is in Danger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice is she with him?" I ask following her... Shiara moves quickly and is very fast... I choose to fly to keep up with her...&lt;br /&gt;When we came in we saw Galen on the floor with Justice in his arms. Damn there was blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bhooNlIbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_qoneOBUVe8/s1600-h/16+years+soa200304redyan0608tempcv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bhooNlIbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_qoneOBUVe8/s200/16+years+soa200304redyan0608tempcv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167565710559617458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get a Doctor!" Galen yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed her to the Hospital ... We was force to wait while the doctors worked...&lt;br /&gt;One came out, "She is a live... Thanks to you.."&lt;br /&gt;He had motioned to Galen.... "Can we see her." He and I both asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at the moment." He said and then made an exit... I went to Galen... "My dad and mom will want to thank you.. We are all in your debt.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a response but only saw the him glaring out in to know where particular.&lt;br /&gt;"I will want to take Justice home immediately if ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stirred, "Yes yes, she should be taken from this as soon as it is possible. I am afraid that after I return you I ... I will have to leave... I need you to keep Shiara with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7biBYNlIcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/twpf2dUD1Vc/s1600-h/general1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7biBYNlIcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/twpf2dUD1Vc/s200/general1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167566135761379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure but.. why?" I inquired...&lt;br /&gt;He snapped, "Just do as I ask...." He paused regaining his composure, "keep this conversation between us... Tell no one, especially Shiara, her life I am sure would be in jeopardy if she tried to protect me. The man who attacked Justice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will catch him.." I interrupted...&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, "there is no need.. he is dead.. made... into... nothing...  The spell I used to accomplish this has been forbidden for me to use, ever.. for ... any reasons... My order are very ... They will summon me and since it has already been made clear the last time I used it that should I use it again I would be... Flayed. That is what will happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bij4NlIdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8EyFvvWc2MA/s1600-h/08c5e040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bij4NlIdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8EyFvvWc2MA/s200/08c5e040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167566728466866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is Flayed? and when did you use it before? I .." I began but he held up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spoke softly, "For revenge I hunted down the Technomages that betrayed us.. me and killed my .... my love... There was three of them, one in particular... but I shall not speak this any further... nor shall you.. to no one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen began sullen and walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice a woke and she then did something stupid and wandered off... Kameal is pissing me off... I know she has this conflict but I think it is time I took my sister home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice got upset at dinner from our bickering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would only see Galen and then refused to see anyone.. She stayed locked in her room...&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to think She and Galen may have something. I asked Shiara and she just shrugged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not happy that Justice agreed to go through with this addressing the troops thing and surprised when she came out in some kind of battle armor and asked the man working the transmitter not to scramble the signal that she wanted everyone to hear what she would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kissing Galen on the cheek she put on a helm and spoke words I couldn't believe were coming from her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is saying, I am not letting her go into battle .. Especially one they say 95% of the troops will die.." I whispered to Shiara... When Justice finished I grabbed her arm, "You are not leading this battle." This time Kameal was on my side agreeing with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bjQYNlIeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PGTBP4xrAHQ/s1600-h/16+years+24266_7A2HT3WCA4ZKCZGGGJIK8TLGIR2I6D_csoa_redyan1211_H064308_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bjQYNlIeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PGTBP4xrAHQ/s200/16+years+24266_7A2HT3WCA4ZKCZGGGJIK8TLGIR2I6D_csoa_redyan1211_H064308_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167567492971045346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"General HS is right you should go home." Kameal sternly insisted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice growled, "If you want to hide behind rocks then be my guest but I am going in with these troops. I am not running from a fight but going to show the Corru what a fight actually is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Justice walked away... Shiara eyes widened as she whispered back, "my god HS look at her eyes... I have heard of this but only in... Well as you know Firewalkers are said to be the most aggressive beings in the Universe... There is only one race that has aggressive quality almost equal to us.. and because they lack the patience of Firewalkers it seems their aggression is much higher... HS, Only the.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Sayians?" I asked but wasn't really asking... "I know I have seen that look, In Grandpa Vegeta, Dad and even my sinsei, Son Goku... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but she isn't Sayian, is she?" Kameal and Shiara asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continues &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/prophecy-of-justice-part-1and-so-it.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-598217187301582805?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/598217187301582805/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=598217187301582805" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/598217187301582805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/598217187301582805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/PXPLuWIDfq8/battle-of-hectis-part-1-has-my-sister.html" title="Battle of Hectis: part 1 - Has my sister gone in sane?" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R7bgTINlIZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JIaIe2dzyBs/s72-c/soa2003_01Billmade09232.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/02/battle-of-hectis-part-1-has-my-sister.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQXc8eip7ImA9WxZRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-7458599157939426712</id><published>2008-02-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:50:20.972-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-09T11:50:20.972-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen's ship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="draculina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kameal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice's speech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Drama on the TV hits home</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R63yL4NlIUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/mQvBI9IsziM/s1600-h/Character_Concept___3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R63yL4NlIUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/mQvBI9IsziM/s200/Character_Concept___3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165050633545654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as Justice's General, I must go with Justice on her &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/01/rapunzels-tower.html"&gt;visit to meet the rebel troops&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-working-out-bugs.html"&gt; Mom and Dad&lt;/a&gt; would let her go... It seems though it is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go after this Carnival Party. Shiara came and told us that She and Galen would go to. &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/02/fates-have-weird-sense-of-prospective.html"&gt;In fact Galen has insisted that he flies us in his ship..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R632x4NlIVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7c26JZHMTZ4/s1600-h/ss492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R632x4NlIVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7c26JZHMTZ4/s200/ss492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165055684427194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it should be interesting. General Kameal has promised my parents that this is just to boost moral and that Justice will not be in the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind going. I want to protect Justice, I was upset that Dad and Mom just said okay... but I guess they are right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Shiara and I can spend time together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R64DxoNlIXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WJEVcm6FfgI/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R64DxoNlIXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WJEVcm6FfgI/s200/Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165069973783388530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if we didn't have enough drama, &lt;a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com/2008/02/challenge-1-vegas-delight.html"&gt;My Aunt Draculina has joined a TV reality show&lt;/a&gt;. She wears mom's outfits and looks just like mom so it is a bit disturbing. Now what is worse is that Pan joined and then Aunt Lina and Pan have been well .. shall we say making a spectacle of themselves in front of the cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why did Pan have to choose someone that looked like .... well mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all those years I chased Pan and it would be cool watching her but with Aunt Lina???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just don't want to see anything resembling my mom like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R639iYNlIWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OKSKVTrFH30/s1600-h/Trunks2miria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R639iYNlIWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OKSKVTrFH30/s200/Trunks2miria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165063114720616802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Dad.. Mom was shaking her head going why me and then Pan and Lina started.. Dad squirted coffee out his nose and choked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi Chi called Mom and told her it was her fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R64DyINlIYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nLIeNz7zAOk/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R64DyINlIYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nLIeNz7zAOk/s200/Image5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165069982373323138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a good thing we are going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-7458599157939426712?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7458599157939426712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=7458599157939426712" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/7458599157939426712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/7458599157939426712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/8NNLxgNsGKM/drama-on-tv-hits-home.html" title="Drama on the TV hits home" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R63yL4NlIUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/mQvBI9IsziM/s72-c/Character_Concept___3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/02/drama-on-tv-hits-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINSX8yfip7ImA9WxZSFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3364320934164917066</id><published>2008-01-28T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:49:58.196-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-29T00:49:58.196-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fire walkers - babies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thin walls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hoser" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogbday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drakulon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birds and bees talk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mansion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trunks" /><title>Wow now this I like...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R57bLQ1AvlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6tb7lTXWpVw/s1600-h/KidDsig2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R57bLQ1AvlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6tb7lTXWpVw/s200/KidDsig2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160803209555525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It hasn't been easy. Mom had the mansion renovated and we had to go to Drakulon (everyone but Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued because come on what is wrong with the Mansion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just insured me that I would like the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was bad is I had to spend my Birthday on Drakulon so not many of my friends showed up... Shiara and I spent some time then she had to go... Uncle Trunks left a nice post on my blog about my blog birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie and Hoser loved Drakulon... They kept chasing Justice's Norn and frog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was a nightmare at first... The workers couldn't do the renovations at the time my mom wanted so they started 1 week late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the internet didn't work when we got here but the place was cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad insisted that the training room be a bit larger, it is after the below labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is bigger too and they used some kind of special design on the windows that Grandma Bulma designed for her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told Mom it saved on constantly having to replace windows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also had them make the walls thicker after staying with my grandparents for a while... He said he didn't want Justice and I have to go through what Uncle Trunks did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R57jNQ1AvmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4jiUkIMFkJc/s1600-h/shiara-HS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R57jNQ1AvmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4jiUkIMFkJc/s200/shiara-HS3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160812040008285794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our first night Shiara came to visit me and spend the night. Of course Mom and Dad were a sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara and I was in the middle of ... something when I hear my door open... It was dad and mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about embarrassing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always check in on Justice and me but we are not kids anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Well at least they were cool about it and just left, not saying a word. I have expected to get a lecture by mom and Dad the next morning.  when I came down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does Shiara want some breakfast?" Mom asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "Galen sent for her so she is already gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad put down his newspaper, "Son, Drive me to work.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice walked in and he turned to her, "Your mom is taking you to school. HS come now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in my car and I head to his office... Okay here it comes the lecture... I cleared my throat as I drove, "Dad before you say anything... I am 17 now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you are... " He looked at his watch and said nothing more...  After a while of silence we were getting real close to Dad's work and I thought "Well I am not getting a lecture after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad spoke, "HS, adopting you and becoming your father was the greatest thing that happened to me. Well the first greatest thing Justice being born was the second but it wouldn't have been so great if I was 17 and still school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad," I start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Mom and I are just a bit worried that.." He continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAD! Because Shiara is nearly immortal and recycles her life...  Well Fire walkers only are able to have kids when the female prepares herself. It isn't like us where .. Well it can't happen unless Shiara allows it to happen and she isn't going to do that." I say as I squirm a little uncomfortable with discussing this with Dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad sighed and then stated, "Well then son don't you think it's not very gentleman like to have your girlfriend sneaking into your window at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug, "I wasn't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From now on, you should just let her come up to your room... No more sneaking... You are becoming an adult so act like one." Dad butted in before I could finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the car into the SHIELD garage, "Yes dad and from now on can you and mom not come in my room with out knocking. there is no need to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Done. Have a goos day at school" Dad got out and head to the building and I drove to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon was out front waiting for me... "So he is back..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-3364320934164917066?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3364320934164917066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=3364320934164917066" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3364320934164917066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3364320934164917066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/ZBWp3YJHTdU/wow-now-this-i-like.html" title="Wow now this I like..." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R57bLQ1AvlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6tb7lTXWpVw/s72-c/KidDsig2.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-now-this-i-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQng8cSp7ImA9WxZSFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-1890459876801088455</id><published>2008-01-07T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:54:23.679-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-28T23:54:23.679-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogbday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drakulon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prince of Saiyans" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Substitute Poster" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trunks" /><title>Trunks : Happy blog Birthday.</title><content type="html">Briefs, Prince of the Saiyans.  Business man trend setter and, not the usual writer of this blog.  Nope I'm usually over on mine or my dad's but You see today's is my Nephew HS' blog birthday , and he’s on Drakulon along with his sister Justice,  And Vampi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my pathetic older brother Mirai gets to live at home with Mom and Dad, Until they finish the renovations on the mansion. Who the heck knows when that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS is having a party On Drakulon and can't come to post on this blog so I'll just say happy Blog Birthday HS!  Oh and also HS,where did you hide my  girlie magazines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-1890459876801088455?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1890459876801088455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=1890459876801088455" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/1890459876801088455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/1890459876801088455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/9fAD5PWrA9k/trunks-happy-blog-birthday.html" title="Trunks : Happy blog Birthday." /><author><name>Trunks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799577307496132719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04359362974843665988" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2008/01/trunks-happy-blog-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADSXY8fip7ImA9WB9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3914585528858473401</id><published>2007-12-03T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:09:38.876-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-03T14:09:38.876-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enterprise xmas party" /><title>A Christmas Romance....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/RzxkGXNfdtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XglovD7Ruz8/s1600-h/tux_main.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/RzxkGXNfdtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XglovD7Ruz8/s200/tux_main.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133087735768118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom, &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vamp&lt;/a&gt;i loves the Christmas Parties that the Enterprise puts on every year... She was tickled pink when the invitation materialized...&lt;br /&gt;My Dad, Agent &lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mirai Briefs&lt;/a&gt; and her decided to go... Originally hearing that Vic Fontaine would be singing she wanted it to be just them, but decided that it would be a family affair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my girl friend, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17511627133677385150"&gt;Shiara&lt;/a&gt;  As soon as Shiara and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666903683405771294"&gt;Galen&lt;/a&gt;  arrived we signaled for beam up from the small xmas communicator that came with the invitation. We materialized and   go on to JP's to read the rest and other's POV of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2007/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2007/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-one.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ENTERPRISE CHRISTMAS PARTY 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="header"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" id="blog-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2007/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-one.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2007/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-one.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g168/grahamofborg/Star%20Trek/picardxmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-3914585528858473401?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3914585528858473401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=3914585528858473401" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3914585528858473401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3914585528858473401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/HNS8Hca4OkQ/christmas-romance.html" title="A Christmas Romance...." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/RzxkGXNfdtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XglovD7Ruz8/s72-c/tux_main.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-romance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NQHg5cSp7ImA9WB9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3106845992338098303</id><published>2007-11-29T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:36:31.629-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-29T06:36:31.629-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rayan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grounded" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHIELD goffer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lolipop magazines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cass clone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Let the crime fit the punishment...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07BFDgeFLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uZ0RfQdO5XA/s1600-h/HS-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07BFDgeFLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uZ0RfQdO5XA/s200/HS-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138256517461316786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-misadaventures-in-ghost-busting.html"&gt;Kon and his STUPID plan&lt;/a&gt;... Why did I let him talk me into that clone of Cass and Clone of Robin set up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said Cass was okay with it, I don't know if she is but I do know our Dad's were not too happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0AGsFVrTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YA4znfRnCiM/s320/Angry+dads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0AGsFVrTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YA4znfRnCiM/s320/Angry+dads.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Kon get as a Punishment? Basically your proverbial slap on the wrist...&lt;br /&gt;However my Dad has grounded me until Doomsday.... &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/suicide-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't mean the one Grandpa is fighting either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when the last time I was grounded but I hate it. Also I had to sit and hear this long lecture... plus, I have to help Dad with some SHIELD stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe it that was MY MOM'S IDEA!!!! but Dad was all for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the whole week we are out of school I have to show up at SHIELD and play errand boy and Goffer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Go For this and Go for that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I had to.. Wash the windows at SHIELD HQ... Have you seen this building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07DjTgeFMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/baToQ6wyT7U/s1600-h/McLean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07DjTgeFMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/baToQ6wyT7U/s200/McLean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138259236175615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07FyjgeFPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fk3eXXCIL-8/s1600-h/ist2_3300669_red_lacy_panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07FyjgeFPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fk3eXXCIL-8/s200/ist2_3300669_red_lacy_panties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138261697191875826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I had to clean &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09429728033991375019"&gt;Tony Stark&lt;/a&gt;'s office... You know I have always said &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon IG &lt;/a&gt;was my role model but I don't know now....&lt;br /&gt;I mean I found these in the couch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GSDgeFSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DVdhlyqsov0/s1600-h/_5295434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GSDgeFSI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DVdhlyqsov0/s200/_5295434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138262238357755170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several in his desk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GhzgeFUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HaXj-59pOV0/s1600-h/_5296305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GhzgeFUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HaXj-59pOV0/s200/_5296305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138262508940694850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some in his Bar which now has several vintages of Juices and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GSTgeFTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NTd0y3zwxCg/s1600-h/_5321286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GSTgeFTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NTd0y3zwxCg/s200/_5321286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138262242652722482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GiDgeFVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S9k8mDQu_uU/s1600-h/_5458402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 49px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07GiDgeFVI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S9k8mDQu_uU/s200/_5458402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138262513235662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean there was even some in his filing cabinet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found enough panties to open up one of those fancy stores the girls buy their panties at. I mean at first I was worried that this guy had some sort of weird panty fetish but then I had to empty out his garbage (which is disgusting, can't you flush them like everyone else..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how I guess it is true what they say.. Money does make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might want to re-think my role model... then again after finding these in the bed of the hidden bedroom behind the revolving bar.... I think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07JVTgeFWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cBf_0tMFkQg/s1600-h/big_panties1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07JVTgeFWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cBf_0tMFkQg/s200/big_panties1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138265592727213410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had to clean &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09429728033991375019"&gt;Fury&lt;/a&gt;'s ash try....  (Yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was out I thought I would try a cigar... I was in his office smoking and drinking when I heard something behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoying yourself kid?" It was Fury and Dad... So Dad has added 2 weeks to my being grounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No TV, No Car, No Games, No hanging out with friends or Dates with Shiara, if she comes back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and was looking forward to a long hot Shower but Justice had used up all the hot water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/11/mirror-mirror.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad tells Rayan that he isn't her General anymore but I am..&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa then told Rayan to leave so he did and now I am the squirts General, how you like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess protecting ones sister isn't that bad but you think I would get off being grounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I will be glad when Shiara gets back and I am not grounded anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07L0TgeFXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/stKYdkPSiHY/s1600-h/shedevil-licking_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07L0TgeFXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/stKYdkPSiHY/s200/shedevil-licking_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138268324326413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will just go to my room and do some... um ... reading, at least Dad didn't take my magazines... but then again he doesn't know about them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-3106845992338098303?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3106845992338098303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=3106845992338098303" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3106845992338098303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/3106845992338098303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/XE7VWBuf1fg/let-crime-fit-punishment.html" title="Let the crime fit the punishment..." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/R07BFDgeFLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uZ0RfQdO5XA/s72-c/HS-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-crime-fit-punishment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCR349fip7ImA9WB9WEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-8189229786278271609</id><published>2007-11-15T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:19:26.066-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T01:19:26.066-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fortress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batgirl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zero" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cass clone" /><title>Binding a soul part 2 aka Someone let Kon get some Zzzzzs</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNh8kK1XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cFpTxJOCceo/s1600-h/Kid_Devil_2_by_sora506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNh8kK1XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cFpTxJOCceo/s200/Kid_Devil_2_by_sora506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132992552140199282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/misadventures-in-ghostbusting-part-one.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-misadventures-in-ghost-busting-part.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon is crazy when he hasn't had any sleep... &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/misadventures-in-ghostbusting-part-one.html"&gt; Trust me on this&lt;/a&gt;...  So here we are digging around for a dead body .... Finally we find it and bury it but, it doesn't work... &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-misadventures-in-ghost-busting-part.html"&gt;Zero is still haunting&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kon and I head for the fortress...  I am not sure I am going to like this idea of his...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNtMkK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VFpqLMn1sOc/s1600-h/konhs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNtMkK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VFpqLMn1sOc/s200/konhs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132992745413727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude I am not pimping out my uncle's girlfriend to a dead guy." I keep telling him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he keeps ensuring me that "it won't be that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon is busy singing ghost busters while fiddling and I just shake my head... "Kon, what are you doing? You can't involve Cass Cain.. It isn't right... Girls don't... well they are sensitive to things like that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNh8kK1YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8UhLnkxQBsI/s1600-h/jacket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNh8kK1YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8UhLnkxQBsI/s200/jacket2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132992552140199298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it wont be the real Cass Cain." Kon states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head, "I don't know Kon... I don't think it matters... For girls it is still a violation... Cass is cool, and probably be my aunt one day... I don't want...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey trust your ol' pally.... It will be fine..." Kon returns to whistling while he works (and that is the tune he is whistling too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNtckK1aI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5nUhSwaWXd4/s1600-h/Batgirl_Valentine_by_angel_gidget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNtckK1aI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5nUhSwaWXd4/s200/Batgirl_Valentine_by_angel_gidget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132992749708694946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope I won't live to regret this... If Cass gets hurt then not only will I feel like a jerk off but Shiara will probably be mad at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon smiled... "Ta DA!"  why do I feel this will never work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-8189229786278271609?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8189229786278271609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=8189229786278271609" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/8189229786278271609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/8189229786278271609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/O_QnfuhCTHY/binding-soul-part-2-aka-someone-let-kon.html" title="Binding a soul part 2 aka Someone let Kon get some Zzzzzs" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzwNh8kK1XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cFpTxJOCceo/s72-c/Kid_Devil_2_by_sora506.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/11/binding-soul-part-2-aka-someone-let-kon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQ3kyeyp7ImA9WB9XFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-2936458263525248968</id><published>2007-11-07T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:00:52.793-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-07T04:00:52.793-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruce Cain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zero" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kon" /><title>Binding a soul part 1</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWf0iGi_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wu1JH1eK5LE/s1600-h/F296zz_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWf0iGi_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wu1JH1eK5LE/s200/F296zz_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130046923973495794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And he doesn't.. know mom thinks I'm crazy and worse he keeps trying to go back into his own Universe...." I was saying to Kon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him about Dad.. Thanks to Bruce he is alive but he thinks he is 17 and doesn't remember any of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Vegeta thought that seeing Mom would stir his memories.. but it didn't even when she kissed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no problem sleeping with Mom but he also flirts with a lot of other girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course hurts Mom's feelings but she has been quiet and patient... &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-mirai-is-live-but-i-have-yet-to.html"&gt;For some reason he freaked out and went back to stay in his old room at Grandpa's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner! Hey Conner! Am I boring you? " I asked seeing him nod off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-hey-hs.html"&gt;He finally shows me he has a problem and ask for my help...  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic guy just whined and cried in a corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His name is &lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/robin-thinks-he-has-problems-with-dead.html"&gt;Zero.&lt;/a&gt;" Kon stated...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWqEiGjAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/BZtpebSqx-w/s1600-h/18493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWqEiGjAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/BZtpebSqx-w/s200/18493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130047100067154946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head... "To bad Shiara isn't here, Her people can act as Shepherds and link with a ghost and then take it to the crossroads... " I bent down...  "okay Kon, we need to find out how he died, where his body is buried and if it got a proper burial... I can't tell if he had a good soul or bad one... It is difficult after death when a soul is trapped on this plane because it can become poluted and twisted so unless they are truly evil or truly good, it will take me some time to figure where he needs to go... If I use my pitchfork to bind his soul and he is suppose to go to heaven or such a place, it could be bad.. I can only condemn a soul, Shiara can escort them to the crossroads and see they go either or... and an angel can only save a soul," I whispered, "send it to heaven or such... Ghost occurs for several reasons my friend... " I began to list some of the more possible reasons, "unfinished business, it hears a love one grieving and can't leave, not buried right, death is so sudden the soul doesn't realize he is dead and gets lost, and I could go on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He decided to haunt me out of revenge, just condemn him I need sleep..." Kon snapped and I gave him a look and he shrugged, "Okay okay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see if I can scare him to going where he should go," I walked over and bent down, "Zero... if you do not pass beyond to your resting place I will bind you to my pitchfork and take you to hell...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then transformed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWxEiGjBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/H0ZrEhcMgew/s1600-h/Balrog_by_Ironshod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWxEiGjBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/H0ZrEhcMgew/s400/Balrog_by_Ironshod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130047220326239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where you will spend an eternity in damnation!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero squealed like a frightened girl, freaked and started to cry even more...   Seems he has lost his way... Either we wait for Shiara, do an exorcism, find an angel, or try to deliver him to the gates ourselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to Kon who looks at me funny... and then says, "HS you trying to give me a nightmare? Never I mean Never change like that again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-2936458263525248968?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2936458263525248968/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=2936458263525248968" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2936458263525248968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2936458263525248968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/YTnFd0AzFmg/binding-soul-part-1.html" title="Binding a soul part 1" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RzGWf0iGi_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wu1JH1eK5LE/s72-c/F296zz_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/11/binding-soul-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ARnc4fCp7ImA9WB9XEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-5325577124180848996</id><published>2007-11-02T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:32:27.934-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-02T17:32:27.934-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monitor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gweisa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruce Cain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rayan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goku" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cabain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="devil soul" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Review of a soul</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyuLVkiGi8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6s5Ei-PSLTw/s1600-h/kiddevil2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyuLVkiGi8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6s5Ei-PSLTw/s200/kiddevil2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128345803391667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn-it-hal-jordan.html"&gt;So much is happening..&lt;/a&gt;. The Monitor who killed Dad, went after Justice twice... After the first time, We received visitors...  A boy who is my age and his men.. He is a General in the resistance against the Corru. General Rayan and his men have kept a close eye out... Gweisa is some kind of teacher/trainer for Justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella is completely swooning over Rayan but he is focused on the war and his job only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He objected to the Party but mom hoped it would help lift spirits.. After the Halloween Party the Monitor reappeared... right behind him was another kid... Bruce Cain... He injured General Rayan and his men but didn't kill them,&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-plans-are-going-along-smoothly.html"&gt; he did however take my dad's sword... inside  my father's soul is trapped...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I sense it before?  &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2007/11/gravedigger.html"&gt;Mom is going berserk...&lt;/a&gt; She keeps talking about Adam (who ever that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing... Bruce Cain.... Mom is convinced he is evil and plans on hurting Dad...&lt;br /&gt;Especially now that he has Dad's body...  But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a devil soul, this means I can read souls... As Sensei Goku would say everyone has a choice.. they can choose to do what is right and they can choose to do what is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do what is right they have a pure heart when they do what is wrong they have a black mark on their heart and soul... I can normally judge if a person is inclined to do good or evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example Vlad is as Black as they get where as Sensei Goku is as pure as they get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Vegeta, Uncle Cabain and some others have black spots but still I can see they can do good... They just have to be given a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bruce Cain... I don't know what to make of him... His soul and heart is changing, if he is from the future then he must have changed his past... and it keeps recalibrating his soul and heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can track him though mom is trying and I am worried about her... She has a dark shadow colored aura around her recently...&lt;br /&gt;She left after having Justice do something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to follow but I can't leave Justice unprotected... Sensei would reason with him, try to get him to see the error of his ways...&lt;br /&gt;He isn't totally evil.. He could have killed my mother, but he didn't. He could have killed Rayan and his men and though he did tell his men to do as they wanted, they knew better than to kill them.. I could sense it... He even killed several Corru to stop them from hurting Justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been easier for him to get the sword if he had of let Justice die by the hands of the Corru, he didn't let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Mom say he has been compared to the way Uncle Cabain was... So I gathered General Rayan and Justice and went to see my uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked opening the door... He was in his swat gear. Karen was sitting in a chair, She looked a lot better that when I saw her last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced Rayan and his men and asked Justice to take care of Karen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle Cabain, there is another Cain out around crime alley, a " I was interrupted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruce Cain, runs the Assassins syndicate out there." Cabain stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has dad's body, soul and sword!" I stated, "but I think he could change, given a chance... Just as you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyuUtUiGi-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9ry4IgnfAuM/s1600-h/vegeta_vegeta_by_cougermiau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyuUtUiGi-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9ry4IgnfAuM/s200/vegeta_vegeta_by_cougermiau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128356107018210274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle didn't say anything, he just grounded his teeth... "He stole my brother's body?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then his pager went off... "I have to go.. Stay here with your Aunt please.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left after rubbing Justice's head playfully and kissing Karen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/11/calling-all-cars.html"&gt;TBC here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-5325577124180848996?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5325577124180848996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=5325577124180848996" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5325577124180848996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5325577124180848996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/PjlazjPhj8o/review-of-soul.html" title="Review of a soul" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyuLVkiGi8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6s5Ei-PSLTw/s72-c/kiddevil2006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/11/review-of-soul.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMQno4eyp7ImA9WB9QE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-8966454697643548311</id><published>2007-10-26T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:34:43.433-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-26T02:34:43.433-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vegeta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enji-ya" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sayian armor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great grandpa" /><title>Sayian Armor...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGjE0iGi0I/AAAAAAAAATU/5MSSyqxEAX0/s1600-h/xxm_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGjE0iGi0I/AAAAAAAAATU/5MSSyqxEAX0/s200/xxm_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125557154140818242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reached for the &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-these-days-one-of-these-days.html"&gt;Sayian Armor &lt;/a&gt;that Vincent and Grandpa sent me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ex.html"&gt;The whole incident with Laura at the restraunt was uncomfortable and I was so happy not to loose Shiara&lt;/a&gt;. However suddenly my life to a turn when I got home and found Vincent was right about the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like on cue he and Vella came and said my Dad was married to someone else and she was going to kill Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Vincent, "Guess it is time for me to put on the Armor..."  I had not worn it yet. I wanted to train a little with Dad and Grandpa first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt strange.. As if it was alive... It shifted on my body but I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put it on and came down the stairs my pitch fork on my back... Vincent smirked, "You almost look like part of this family."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtjkiGi3I/AAAAAAAAATo/NXisQGaOG5k/s1600-h/Inf_Agrael2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtjkiGi3I/AAAAAAAAATo/NXisQGaOG5k/s200/Inf_Agrael2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125568677538073458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-mom-wears-combat-boots.html"&gt;Cass said she would take Mom and she felt I and Justice should report to ? at the Legacy HQ.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I felt something happen... It was the armor, it was changing... It wasn't painful or even uncomfortable. It was more like it was settling more to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent looked at me, "Well that is different.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice kissed Mom gently as they carried her away.. She and I went and met the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sayian Emblem shined in a fire and Vella gasped, "what happened to your Armor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "Something with me being a devil.. It changed.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella just giggle, "You certianly look handson in it nephew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtxkiGi5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/YnvIZtiPdjQ/s1600-h/gen-hs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtxkiGi5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/YnvIZtiPdjQ/s200/gen-hs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125568918056242066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I hate it when she calls me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following ? orders I and Uncle Trunk went to find Grandpa... I was fighting outside while my uncle went inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Great Grandpa's face when I walked in and my armor Shined it Sayian emblem in fire (Which it seems to do when I am around evil, like Enji-ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtj0iGi4I/AAAAAAAAATw/6IMc1j4ciRQ/s1600-h/sayianarmour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGtj0iGi4I/AAAAAAAAATw/6IMc1j4ciRQ/s200/sayianarmour2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125568681833040770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could speak &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/didnt-i-see-this-in-movie-once.html"&gt;Mom made a come back&lt;/a&gt; and fought Enji-ya, "I forgot how tough my mom could be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After while she questioned Grandpa my great grandpa spat on Vegeta and yelled, "How dare you let him adorn himself with our Crest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk, "Actually this is Sayian armor, this is what happens when I wear it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyG0lEiGi7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/EbyaM6T5tv0/s1600-h/tux_main.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyG0lEiGi7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/EbyaM6T5tv0/s200/tux_main.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125576399889271730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/10/vincentsomethings-up-with-cass.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit at the funeral of my dad I acted badly&lt;/a&gt;... I wasn't going to kill the Sayians just hurt them because I want to make someone pay for my Dad. I ended up fighting Vincent. He got stronger but I wasn't really focused just grieving and lashing out so I fought poorly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ordeal I went to Vincent and said... "I'm sorry, I ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his hand on my shoulder, "I will help you find who is responsible and we both will teach him the mistake he made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to find out who killed my father...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGt_kiGi6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3Fahh-IPbkw/s1600-h/Agrael_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGt_kiGi6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/3Fahh-IPbkw/s200/Agrael_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125569158574410658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-8966454697643548311?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8966454697643548311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=8966454697643548311" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/8966454697643548311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/8966454697643548311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/aDwJQUIdkQ4/sayian-armor.html" title="Sayian Armor..." /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RyGjE0iGi0I/AAAAAAAAATU/5MSSyqxEAX0/s72-c/xxm_03.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/sayian-armor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECRH88fSp7ImA9WB9QE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-2869084336012525163</id><published>2007-10-17T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:17:45.175-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-26T01:17:45.175-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School- long hair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogbday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batgirl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vincent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dragon breath" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vincent fight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Firebolt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yamacha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sayian armor" /><title>"One of these days, One of these days ... Bang, zoom, straight to the moon!"</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZy30wTkYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EwRqo_uIskA/s1600-h/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZy30wTkYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EwRqo_uIskA/s200/hs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122407929560142210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice has been upset about the death of Bart, I was upset because of Vincent saying Dad is divorcing my mom...  What is worse when I asked Dad he didn't deny or confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't listen to Vincent." Dad says as he went back in the room with mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say or do? I went to bed and in the morning I hear giggling from the kitchen I was just rounding the corner when Dad shouts at me, "Stop right there and go check on your sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay too late I got an uncomfortable glimpse of my Dad feeling up my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and knocked on the door. Justice came out and walked downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad looked at her and then at mom, he nodded, "Justice your mom and I think it would be okay if you didn't want to go to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be fine dad." She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school and was talking to Kon about Vince when the new Principle stopped me... "You boy! Go to the office!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did.." I shrugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO!" He yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the office and Justice is sitting there, she is upset. "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They don't believe I am who I am!" Justice stated.. Of course they don't know of her growth spurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Principle walks in, "You, sit down! Your mother is on a photo shoot but we got a hold of your father and he is coming to see about this mess with .... her. When he gets here I am sure he will be upset that you are getting suspended!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suspended?" I gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice ask me what I did but I didn't know...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZzV0wTkZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eoB78I-eWDc/s1600-h/BchanTRhot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZzV0wTkZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/eoB78I-eWDc/s200/BchanTRhot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122408444956217746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad walks in... I look at him... A teacher states that Mr Briefs is there and the Principle walks in... He isn't looking at Dad but my school records, "This girl has claimed to be your daughter and your son is being suspended. We have a dress code, I am sure you are unhappy with his hair as well and agree it is way too long . He is not a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looks up at Dad who fold his arms and gives this your an idiot look at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad talked with the Principle while Justice and I went back to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZztUwTkaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/586IqIp8ptg/s1600-h/dragon_ball_vegeta_by_oumekaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZztUwTkaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/586IqIp8ptg/s200/dragon_ball_vegeta_by_oumekaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122408848683143586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I was at football practice when I got a visit... "Well if it isn't SUPER FREAK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him while he shouted taunts at me... He left after answer his cell phone and some bullies decided to pick up where he left off... I got in one's face and conner pulled me away, "HS it isn't worth it. Besides he isn't the one you are pissed at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed away and told Justice to get in my car... Dad made a point to tell us that we were having a family dinner at Grandma's so we left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive, Mom was already there. She was helping Grandma with supper. While Bra cut Dad's hair, "Your next." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out watching Justice sitting on the porch steps, Vella with her arm around her, consoling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaZ5kwTk2I/AAAAAAAAATM/BmBp1YPNpN0/s1600-h/Relaxed_Vegeta_by_lynnember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaZ5kwTk2I/AAAAAAAAATM/BmBp1YPNpN0/s200/Relaxed_Vegeta_by_lynnember.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122450840578397026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shiara walk up and sit with Vella and my sister... They talked a while and then Shiara came in... I met her with a kiss and Grandma sighed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Vincent coming in with his girlfriend. Dad called to me, "Time to get it cut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not to short." I say sitting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad looked at Bra, "About my length."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ3y0wTkhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/al7zKsaSgOQ/s1600-h/Image17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ3y0wTkhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/al7zKsaSgOQ/s200/Image17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122413341218935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara and Grandma had went into the front room. While Vincent came to tease me again, "Mom is showing your lizard girl, baby photos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What... "I looked and saw Shiara giggling at the photos and Cass walking over and Grandma hand her a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ2DUwTkdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7LUp26PTuoE/s1600-h/Image14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ2DUwTkdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7LUp26PTuoE/s200/Image14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122411425663521234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like Cass is getting to see a few of yours too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent began yelling, "MOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent tried to get the picture from Cass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Cass and Shiara are getting along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw you training with Vincent the other day. You are good," Shiara shakes her head, "I wish I was. I am suppose to be a familiar and I feel I am not as strong as I should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra finished and I went to Shiara... "You are way to hard on yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass looked at her and then offered to train with her, help her...  The Shiara looked at the picture in her hand and show Cass, "Okay okay... enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ3y0wTkiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nz_oUlm9m9A/s1600-h/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZ3y0wTkiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nz_oUlm9m9A/s200/picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122413341218935330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were so cute... Wasn't he Cass?" I grabbed the photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand the photo to Grandma... Mom comes out and says dinner is ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all move over to the table.. Grandpa comes down and sits at the head of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice and Vella sit together. Bra is there. Dad walks over next to mom, Shiara walks over to me... Cass is at the table waiting for Vincent. He is standing at the front door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey freak, maybe after dinner your girlfriend can change into a dragon so I can get some boots." He says looking at Shiara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Shiara's head go down... Grandma fusses, "Vincent!"&lt;br /&gt;but he continues, "You know when you kiss a toad it's suppose to turn into a girl, not the other way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara politely excuses herself and leaves. before I can say something Justice and Vella both have a tantrum, "That was so uncalled for! You may have a problem with HS but Shiara is my friend too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were shouting other stuff but I was listening to Vincent, who seemed to be ignoring them as well. "So first it was the skank and now a lizard, tell me is the elf wanna be a nympho whore like your mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaGtUwTklI/AAAAAAAAARQ/078OGeJIfxo/s1600-h/Image22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaGtUwTklI/AAAAAAAAARQ/078OGeJIfxo/s200/Image22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122429739404071506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father just stood next to mom and didn't say a word, neither did Grandpa...   Bra and Grandma had their mouths open but not as wide as when I hit Vincent and he went sailing into the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry, really angry. I had put up with his abuse for a long time. Now I had had enough...&lt;br /&gt;If he wanted a fight he was getting one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHoUwTkoI/AAAAAAAAARk/lc-EWh60qXY/s1600-h/Vegeta_by_DjSamerA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHoUwTkoI/AAAAAAAAARk/lc-EWh60qXY/s200/Vegeta_by_DjSamerA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430753016353410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew at Vincent he stood getting in a fighting stance...  He blocked my left but missed and got the full right across the jaw, he stumbled back into the corner I had in him.  Both my fists became enveloped in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXskwTkzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W4FO2qYiew8/s1600-h/Vegeta__s_Torment_by_Knightfourteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXskwTkzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W4FO2qYiew8/s200/Vegeta__s_Torment_by_Knightfourteen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122448418216842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved with my full rage ponding at him... Driving a right to his face then a left... Burning, scorching skin...  I continued with a left right and left in his ribs and abdomen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to fly from the corner and I just grabbed him and threw him back in the corner with several more punches and jabs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHo0wTkpI/AAAAAAAAARs/WtTOMpadf4A/s1600-h/Bloody_Vegeta_by_RaditzLover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHo0wTkpI/AAAAAAAAARs/WtTOMpadf4A/s200/Bloody_Vegeta_by_RaditzLover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430761606288018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attempted to fire a ki blast at me but I disrupted the blast with an extremely powerful right into the stomach and left into the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood splattered on me, I could hear voices but wasn't listening.. Vince powered to SS... "NO you don't, not this time!" I yell as I power to a super devil and continue  to bring down my fists on him...  He raised to the next level and I raised pushing him back into the corner, hitting him with fire blasts and driving my fist in his arrogant face. I wasn't giving him a chance to fight me back.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXsEwTkxI/AAAAAAAAASk/upisnbkiFoY/s1600-h/pride_is_red_by_SSJ_Princess_Bijou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXsEwTkxI/AAAAAAAAASk/upisnbkiFoY/s200/pride_is_red_by_SSJ_Princess_Bijou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122448409626907410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went as far as he could so I went as high as my super devil could go..  He growled as his power level reflected off my the fire that was burning around me like a shield... I was feeling this berserker rage and just hit Vince back into the corner. With a kick and a right then a left I tried to pound him into that corner as if I was a hammer and he was a nail.  Grandma's rug, wall, curtains were burnt. Vincents flesh was burnt and he was bloody from my pounding a way at him.  He kept trying to use his powers, he was trying his damnedest to fight me, to hurt me... Using all he had but he wasn't touching me... I wasn't going to let him... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHpEwTkqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EHwNjXuI1B0/s1600-h/DBGS_Vegeta_at_Son_family_tomb_by_pgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHpEwTkqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EHwNjXuI1B0/s200/DBGS_Vegeta_at_Son_family_tomb_by_pgv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430765901255330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only goal was to make Vincent feel a great deal of pain...  At his highest level he managed to get a few blasts off only I dodged them and threw him back in the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon his power level was burning out and he was shrinking down..  "Damn it, he is going to kill him! Now stop them now!" I wasn't sure who said it, I think Mom and Grandma both said it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just said,"Vincent brought it on himself. He deserves everything he is getting.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Mom said something. Dad and Grandpa replied, "Bah! Fine!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXsUwTkyI/AAAAAAAAASs/3p8eaqmJ2ms/s1600-h/vegeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXsUwTkyI/AAAAAAAAASs/3p8eaqmJ2ms/s200/vegeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122448413921874722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Alright boy that is enough..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled away... Dad pulled me away and I threw in a few kicks to Vincents face...  Dad turned so his back was at Vincent, "I said he has had enough.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used one of the football maneuvers I use to break a potential tackle and went around Dad.. Vincent was curled in the corner on the ground I began punching and kicking at him.. Ramming my knee into his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaYWUwTk0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LxjhiCLsf5A/s1600-h/TeenTitansv3038Sep2006_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaYWUwTk0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/LxjhiCLsf5A/s200/TeenTitansv3038Sep2006_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122449135476380482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa grabbed one arm and Dad the other and pulled me off... I stumbled backwards and Vince tried a final flash.. I dodged it and the whole side of Grandma's house exploded... I used Dragon's Breath and then hit him with a fireball putting him through the corner and landing Vincent outside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHp0wTkrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZjFu5wYIN5A/s1600-h/Goodnight_sweet_prince_by_clairebearer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaHp0wTkrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZjFu5wYIN5A/s200/Goodnight_sweet_prince_by_clairebearer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122430778786157234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I charged at him Dad and Grandpa flew in front of me...  I stopped and got in fighting stance...&lt;br /&gt;"You might want to think twice about that!" they both stated at me and I stopped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ran outside and Grandpa shouted for Grandma to get a senzu seed. Cass ran out too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent wasn't getting off the ground I turned away.. I was the only one to notice Yamacha running down the road with men in white coats chasing him... He was babbling something crazy and had something in his hand he threw it at Grandpa...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaJzkwTktI/AAAAAAAAASI/q_BNKJhMAMI/s1600-h/KIRIBAN_by_Zornsama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaJzkwTktI/AAAAAAAAASI/q_BNKJhMAMI/s200/KIRIBAN_by_Zornsama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122433145313137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and saw that no one had seen Yamacha, the spike was heading for Grandpa but he was tending to Vincent he got up to walk over to Grandma... I turned the spike was still coming only now it was going to hit Cass... It would hit her in the chest and surely kill her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaYWkwTk1I/AAAAAAAAATE/LbWSg7L6c3Y/s1600-h/000h350w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaYWkwTk1I/AAAAAAAAATE/LbWSg7L6c3Y/s200/000h350w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122449139771347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over to her throwing her down on top of Vincent. The spike went threw my shoulder and I fell next to Vincent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa handed Cass the senzu bean and blast Yamacha" Who ran off singing, I am so pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad reached down pulled out the spike and gave me a Senzu seed... Mom grabbed me and Justice and Dad told them we were leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXr0wTkwI/AAAAAAAAASc/xDA-DVVB2N8/s1600-h/Image21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxaXr0wTkwI/AAAAAAAAASc/xDA-DVVB2N8/s200/Image21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122448405331940098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole drive I was waiting for a lecture but Dad just smirked silently... Finally as we was entering the house he said, "We haven't trained together in a long time.. How about this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next morning I went to school... When I came home there was a box with a note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well Freak, I told Dad if you had one of these then that spike might not have hurt you.. He agreed... Vince~"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11805328909199769672" rel="nofollow"&gt;Vella&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-630958943"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;amp;postID=4337411124783631868" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Oooh! This looks fun can i play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I am related to HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS iskindof silly&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would Do whatever it is I usually do when he is the room.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should Stop touching that in public, You'll go blind.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs to bye me a cookie. .&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to tickleHS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will stop touching himself and embarrising mom.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of  A cousin more than a nephew.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS _I'd have oneless person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are Pretty good until grandpa sand the other saiyans started asking for him to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is His pants fell off in the mall that time.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is he bought  a belt.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am sitting on a castle made of clouds with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is Does he know Vincent's just messing with him?&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and Stop doing that thing he does with teeth. .&lt;br /&gt;17] HS put shaving cream on Bra's hand while she was asleep with me Our next target Trunks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is Does he know Vincent's just messing with him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I should know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-2869084336012525163?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2869084336012525163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=2869084336012525163" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2869084336012525163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/2869084336012525163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/Oe5duaewY4c/one-of-these-days-one-of-these-days.html" title="&quot;One of these days, One of these days ... Bang, zoom, straight to the moon!&quot;" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RxZy30wTkYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EwRqo_uIskA/s72-c/hs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-these-days-one-of-these-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGR3k6eCp7ImA9WB9QE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-4077063302943855493</id><published>2007-10-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:10:26.710-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-26T01:10:26.710-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="herders" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gweth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogbday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fellsworn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>The meaning of friendship (My 99th Post)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIUwTkQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7eLrm7Bixn0/s1600-h/kiddevil2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIUwTkQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7eLrm7Bixn0/s200/kiddevil2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120399405284036866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-worgen.html"&gt;After a fight&lt;/a&gt;, the Worgens laid dead everywhere, the Herder was skinning the beasts and bragging on the quality of their hide while I attempted to approach the injured horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9PjUwTkLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WFx-1EyVuOo/s1600-h/488238559_042f830d1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9PjUwTkLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WFx-1EyVuOo/s200/488238559_042f830d1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120398769628876978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy boy." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Herder laughed, "Don't they teach biology where you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen raised an eye brow and pointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara joined in the laughter and Justice laughed too, "It's a she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIEwTkOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nvQt7wTq4Lk/s1600-h/Black_Stallion__by_MorRokko.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIEwTkOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nvQt7wTq4Lk/s200/Black_Stallion__by_MorRokko.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120399400989069538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye it's a mare, not a stallion." the herder stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay well I wasn't looking at the plumbing. Now I just have to tame her." I say a bit embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy did you listen to Gweth at all? You can't tame Firehoves, but you are one lucky lad. She didn't run she is still here so perhaps you have a new friend." The Herder stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9PjkwTkMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YDePpk10kzw/s1600-h/Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9PjkwTkMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YDePpk10kzw/s200/Dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120398773923844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached the night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mare &lt;/span&gt;kept stamping at me. Snorting fire from her nostrils and whinnying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy girl you are hurt." I say calmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice stepped up and she spoked just a bit, "Should I try&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice2.blogspot.com/2006/09/since-birth-i-have-been-growing-faster.html#shaman1"&gt; soothe animal&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Justice just stay there." I say easing up to the horse, "Easy girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIUwTkPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PqyaWreapp0/s1600-h/BlWaFrAnUn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIUwTkPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PqyaWreapp0/s200/BlWaFrAnUn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120399405284036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Firehoof began to settle approaching me as I approached her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here HS try this moss, it will heal her." Galen stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the moss and approached... She allowed me to apply it on her wounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let me pet her and seemed to be ok with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9Pj0wTkNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9CD0rHdkK1Y/s1600-h/Valestorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9Pj0wTkNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9CD0rHdkK1Y/s200/Valestorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120398778218811602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations You have yourself a Firehoof. They are very loyal. She will never leave you. I didn't see a saddle." The herder stated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, I didn't think of it." I stated in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Gweth did. Gifts of the Herders." He said as he handed me the ridding gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let me put it on her and then bowed for me to mount. I slowly climbed into the saddle and she took off with me, "Hot Damn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9qCEwTkSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ziBwFelA0vg/s1600-h/nightmare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9qCEwTkSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ziBwFelA0vg/s200/nightmare2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120427885212176674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding her was great, I rode around and then grabbed up Shiara, "Lets go for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herder grabbed Justice and put her on his back, Galen summoned a magical horse and we rode back to the Herders village...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gweth smiled as I rode up, "Some how I knew you would get one. Here is a special medallion it will help you summon your mount to you. She rides faster than any horse but it is up to you to learn what she can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gweth said we were welcome anytime Shiara and Galen said they had to go, so they left in Galen's ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9qQEwTkTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j2Obr3I1xrg/s1600-h/nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9qQEwTkTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/j2Obr3I1xrg/s200/nightmare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120428125730345266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice changed into a horse and rode with me. When we got to the edge of the forgotten swamp I pulled up the reins and my night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mare&lt;/span&gt; rose up and came down hard it caused the ground to tremble with the sound of thunder. The trees that were left split and Justice and I rode home without any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9q6EwTkUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SqSxNNjHdBE/s1600-h/Stairs___vamp-trunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9q6EwTkUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SqSxNNjHdBE/s200/Stairs___vamp-trunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120428847284851010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what Dad is going to say about me having the horse. I have to pick a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice and I walk in the house and find mom and Dad on the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys go to your room,,, Sheesh." Justice says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just threw us money and told us to go to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he and Mom will find out about the horse later.  Well today is my suppose to be my 100th post but I found one was a save draft of a post I posted when I deleted the duplicate I went to 99. However below I have answered some questions and will answer more in my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758095794354686723" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758095794354686723" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;/a&gt; said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;01] I have heard of HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is the initials for Hotstuff.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would ask him about his asbestos diaper.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should ask himself how he could have gone from a cute little devil to an oversexed teenager.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs a chill pill. Get it? CHILL? Aw never mind.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to watch the Office season one on DVD with HS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will wake up and smell the coffee. That is, if coffee's actually being brewed.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of a devil.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS I think I could manage.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are filled with gossamer dreams of soft, gentle breezes.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be too hot to handle. Ha ha, get it?&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is the waistband on his pants are hanging down. What are you in prison or something?&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is he's got a pitchfork and he knows how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am not with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is where does he get those wonderful toys?&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and learn the Tallahassee two step.&lt;br /&gt;17] HS is not me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is where does he get those wonderful toys?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00689662899309532228" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fluke Starbucker&lt;/a&gt; said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I __remember__ HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is __just the opposite of cold unstuff___.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would ___ask him to stick his finger in my lukewarm coffee__.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should __simmer down a tad___.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs ___hotter stuff__.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to ___wear flame retardant clothing around__ HS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will _burn baby, burn__.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of __that little devil on my left shoulder___.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS __cold stuff might take over the world___.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are ___sparse, as my memory is shot__.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be __cold blooded___.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is __the iced tea always starts boiling when he brings it out from the kitchen___.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is __thew cold coffee always starts boiling when he brings it out from the kitchen___.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am __alright___ with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is __does it burn when he pees?___.&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and __light up the sky___.&lt;br /&gt;17] HS __burns___ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is __does it burn when he pees?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm no it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jean-Luc Picard&lt;/a&gt;  said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I know HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is a lazy way of writing 'HotStuff'&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would have a fire extinguisher.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should cool down.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs to visit some cool places.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to avoid eating chilli with HS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will burn up.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of Old Nick.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS his name is OtTuff.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are governed by his Posts.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be Hot Stuff _____.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is he is always with the same clothes.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is he is a hit with the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am not in the same room with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is how come his clothes don't burn up?&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and take up piano playing.&lt;br /&gt;17] HS fires me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is how come his clothes don't burn up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not on fire, at least not always. Some of my powers do consume me in flame and then yes I sometimes get burn spots on my cloths but most of my cloth is a special Angel Hair cloth and fairly heat/fire resistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09111151961452727920" rel="nofollow"&gt;Professor Xavier&lt;/a&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I enjoy looking at the mother of HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is a bad mother trucker.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would wear fire proof clothing.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should think twice about his wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs a double scoop of mocha almond fudge on a sugar cone.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to give a round of applause for his hundredth post to HS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of a young Hellboy.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS there would be not HS.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are clouded by cognac.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be anything he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is the scorch marks he leaves on the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is MILF.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am in like with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is how many times has he been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and switch to natural gas heat.&lt;br /&gt;17] HS completes me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a question. If you were gay, and I'm not saying you are despite your shirt being unbuttoned like that, would you be interested in me? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay first of all, I am not gay. You might want to see the guy that helps Ana. My shirt being unbutton is to attract girls not guys.  So the answer is no, besides you knew me when I was in diapers (gives a strange look) is this really Scott using the Professor's account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is how many times has he been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm. Never&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360513355515104465" rel="nofollow"&gt;Vince Briefs&lt;/a&gt;  said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01] I will kill HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is Not the son Of Mirai Trunks.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would knock him out.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should kill himself before I do it for him.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs never call Mirai "dad' again.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to nothing to do withHS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will Fall in battle because he's an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of SaTAN HIS TRUE FATHER WHO HE SHOULD GO BACK TO. .&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS and Vampirella I'd have no circus freaks pretending to be kin to me.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are proof of his true weakness. .&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be A whiny brat .&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is Evreything&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am not related with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is How is he going to feel when Mirai divorces his mother. ( because he planning it you freak HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and stay with his own kind he is neither saiyan or human, stop pretending you are. .&lt;br /&gt;17] HS nothing compared to me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing I would like to know about HS is How is he going to feel when Mirai divorces his mother. ( because he planning it you freak HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...  No he isn't! Though even if he did, He adopted me, which means he is my father and would continue to be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-4077063302943855493?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4077063302943855493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=4077063302943855493" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/4077063302943855493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/4077063302943855493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/CItRv1R9B8o/2-post-before-100.html" title="The meaning of friendship (My 99th Post)" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/Rw9QIUwTkQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7eLrm7Bixn0/s72-c/kiddevil2006.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-post-before-100.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNRXc9fSp7ImA9WB9SF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-6139964140501658680</id><published>2007-10-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:23:14.965-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-07T16:23:14.965-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="herders" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gweth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ruins of Aeresoth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="worgen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fellsworn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Centaurs. Worgen and Firehooves... OH my!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/creatures-of-magic.html"&gt;Continued from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/creatures-of-magic.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwftcUwTkFI/AAAAAAAAANY/WRCM1xoCeTY/s1600-h/thekiss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwftcUwTkFI/AAAAAAAAANY/WRCM1xoCeTY/s200/thekiss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118320572393295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiara and I have been getting real close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad my first time was with her, Well it was her first time in this life cycle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was embarrassing that Galen caught us together in her room. He acted cool with it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Innkeeper we found someone who could tell me where to find the Night - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mares&lt;/span&gt; or Firehooves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/creatures-of-magic.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting story&lt;/a&gt;...  The Short version is that we have to search for them during a full moon which is tomorrow night but we have to be careful because the ruins are full of something called Worgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gweth just laughed when asked about the what Worgens were.   As we slept around the Campfire I sat thinking.  I noticed Galen and Justice was a sleep but Shiara was a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met me half way and I went to sleep with her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I found Galen cooking and Shiara and Justice gone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgIuUwTkII/AAAAAAAAANw/uPn3RECqIPk/s1600-h/06f5f070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgIuUwTkII/AAAAAAAAANw/uPn3RECqIPk/s200/06f5f070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118350568444891266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are the girls?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I sent them on an errand. I think we should talk you and I." He looked at me as he handed me a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually waiting for this, "About Shiara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me grimly and nodded and then smiled, "and Justice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't really like the sound of these Worgens. I think it would be best if Justice and Shiara stayed behind. Shiara would never hear of it being that she is my familiar and.."  He paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"justice would complain too, but I agree. You think I can get them to stay behind?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow and I nodded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgI60wTkJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yoU8RCID0nc/s1600-h/centaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgI60wTkJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yoU8RCID0nc/s200/centaur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118350783193256082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls returned Gweth sent over his best hunter, to tell us about &lt;a href="http://www.wowwiki.com/Worgen"&gt;Worgens&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very little is known about these  extra-dimensional entities, only they were brought here by a Mage," he looked bitterly at Galen," a wizard, dabbler of magic! They are like were-wolves but far more brutal and nearly impossible to kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kills them?" Galen and I stated at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Herder huffed, "Good question. Let us go to the ruins of Aeresoth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and kissed Shiara and pulled her a side, "I need Justice to stay here. She won't if I ask but if you stay I could ask her to stay with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara folded her arms, "I can't I am Galen's familiar and need to protect him. Besides you shouldn't stop Justice from going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear Galen's hope that I could influence Shiara was way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking Justice added something to the conversation with the Herder, "Mom hunted werewolves all the time. She uses silver. She carries a special silver sword."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you not listen girl! Silver will do ye no good!" the Herder scoffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, "Justice... you are on to something. When I was little mom had to fight &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/jailbird.html"&gt;Nubian Werewolve&lt;/a&gt;s... It was around when you were conceived Justice. In fact its the tomb that... Well....  to kill a &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/02/egyptian-tomb-be-or-not-tomb-be.html"&gt;Nubian werewolf you have to cut off his head&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herder spat, "Cut the heads off? Barbaric!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire hurts them too but I can't remember is it killed them." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One problem boy, these be Worgens not werewolves Nubian or otherwise!" The Herder stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would continue to travel by foot. It would be night by the time we reach the ruins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgN50wTkKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/97yRfUubzzw/s1600-h/Playing_with_Fire_by_neondragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwgN50wTkKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/97yRfUubzzw/s200/Playing_with_Fire_by_neondragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118356263571525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon shun down and we heard a horse scream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK!" Galen shouted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next post is my 100th post ask questions in the comment and I will answer them in my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or fill out these: (stolen from Fluke from back... oh before his blog was hijacked) &lt;br /&gt;01] I _____ HS.&lt;br /&gt;02]HS is _____.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with HS, I would _____.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think HS should _____.&lt;br /&gt;05] HS needs _____.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to _____ HS.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday HS will ___.&lt;br /&gt;08] HS reminds me of _____.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without HS _____.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of HS are _____.&lt;br /&gt;11] HS can be _____.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about HS is _____.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about HS is _____.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am _____ with HS.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about HS is _____.&lt;br /&gt;16] HS should go and _____.&lt;br /&gt;17] HS _____ me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-6139964140501658680?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6139964140501658680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=6139964140501658680" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/6139964140501658680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/6139964140501658680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/O1CDbt3pWKI/centaurs-worgen-and-firehooves-oh-my.html" title="Centaurs. Worgen and Firehooves... OH my!" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RwftcUwTkFI/AAAAAAAAANY/WRCM1xoCeTY/s72-c/thekiss2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/10/centaurs-worgen-and-firehooves-oh-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFSHs5eyp7ImA9WB9TGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-5840354184527196474</id><published>2007-09-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:20:19.523-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-27T14:20:19.523-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tree bound" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first time" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sinful delight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swamp of the forgotten" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain of fire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fellsworn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>I am tired of this place,,,</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrUCy0Y2wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_934CeCBxeA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrUCy0Y2wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_934CeCBxeA/s200/10.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114633471298951938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/09/dryad-doodle-squat.html"&gt;Galen saved me and Shiara from the trees.. He comes just as I was going to kiss her.. After he chased the vines from us and Shiara was kind to give me some clothes, The Trees started to attack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't playing with them... I called&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html#rainoffire"&gt; Rain of Fire &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take that!" I walk over to Shiara, "Cool clothes, Shiara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrJmy0Y2nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cvnSMklTiq4/s1600-h/hs-shiara7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrJmy0Y2nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cvnSMklTiq4/s200/hs-shiara7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114621995146336882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your welcome," She said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrVzS0Y2xI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MzYVSnWxBsk/s1600-h/Wormwood_Dryad_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrVzS0Y2xI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MzYVSnWxBsk/s200/Wormwood_Dryad_640.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114635404034235154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it looks as if HS as took out the forest. Perhaps we should go?" Galen stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had burnt the Swamp of the forgotten for miles. We had walked forever before things started to turn green again...  Finally we were at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVOUwTj-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cj4DNOooDuU/s1600-h/bachbett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVOUwTj-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/cj4DNOooDuU/s200/bachbett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114986612619710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We go through there," I stated, "I remember that much but after...  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was attacked I lost my knapsack and we had not been able to find it thus we were without the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwWfEwTkCI/AAAAAAAAANA/7_kjrGkaQfc/s1600-h/14-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwWfEwTkCI/AAAAAAAAANA/7_kjrGkaQfc/s200/14-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114987999894147106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looked around, "What should we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara looked at Galen, "Any suggestions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen looked in the distance and smiled, "There is a bridge up ahead perhaps there is a sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPEwTj_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/UPoQxs--MN0/s1600-h/artwork04_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPEwTj_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/UPoQxs--MN0/s200/artwork04_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114986625504612338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued a head to the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sign post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See." Galen stated pointing in the Direction of the City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Galen why don't you take the lead." I said and notice Justice jump up a head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwYy0wTkDI/AAAAAAAAANI/YBo0uCe3jKY/s1600-h/Lineage2___DarkElf_Female_by_ichitakaseto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwYy0wTkDI/AAAAAAAAANI/YBo0uCe3jKY/s200/Lineage2___DarkElf_Female_by_ichitakaseto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114990538219819058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lingered behind.  "Shiara? You okay." I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I am fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled, "I am glad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPUwTkAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MB-xZ47onfA/s1600-h/ares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPUwTkAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MB-xZ47onfA/s200/ares.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114986629799579650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"LOOK HS!" Just pointed a head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Gate to Fellsworn City..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We approached cautiously...  Okay so now how do I get my stead? I thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others must of read my expression... because they began asking questions I couldn't answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen walked past us,  "If I may suggest it is late why don't we find an Inn.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPUwTkBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oBnIucWoRuU/s1600-h/daggercap_bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvwVPUwTkBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oBnIucWoRuU/s200/daggercap_bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114986629799579666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the City was nearly deserted... However we found a place called the Silent Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay I got four rooms... Galen there is a group of wizards that are asking about you." I said and then tossed a look at the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting..." He said stepping toward them and then stopping, "No Shiara you stay here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed him his key and he disappeared to the bar... "How did you pay?" Justice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I brought some Hell stones." I shrugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could have save your money by getting a room for me and Galen to share. As his familiar." Shiara started to say and I interrupted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looks as if he could use a room to himself. As did you." I smiled, "Besides I really don't need the stones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We retired to our rooms and I heard Something outside... I walked out on the balcony and saw Shiara standing there. "Looks like the rooms share a balcony." I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "It seems, but Justice and Galen is across the hall not next door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and paused, "Would you like to come in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded negatively and a silence crept in... Finally she spoke... "So what else can you do?"&lt;br /&gt;her question caught me off guard and then she pointed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rain of Fire? It is just one of my abilities..." I stated.. I went through &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html"&gt;the whole list&lt;/a&gt; and then ended with Sinful delight... "It's the newest one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her. I am not sure what I was thinking but she looked so beautiful I just did it...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a long drawn out kiss...  She just giggled and I tried to fill in the silence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if you have lived so long I guess you have had lots of... you know Boyfriends.." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, "I am in my 3rd cycle so I have only lived 4 years into this life... I am sure I had lovers, in fact in a dream I remember being married once. However the memories of my past life cycles are vague or just not there." She paused and then smiled, "for example that was my first kiss in this cycle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back and then leaned in.. This time it was a long kiss... I wrapped her curls in my fingers and my tail explored. She didn't stop me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now teach me how does this Sinful delight work." She whispered in my ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvweaEwTkEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/t8utlksnIRg/s1600-h/HS-shiara6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvweaEwTkEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/t8utlksnIRg/s200/HS-shiara6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114996710087823426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-5840354184527196474?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5840354184527196474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=5840354184527196474" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5840354184527196474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/5840354184527196474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/WP89jagmHzA/i-am-tired-of-this-place.html" title="I am tired of this place,,," /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hY87IVxSIhk/RvrUCy0Y2wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_934CeCBxeA/s72-c/10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-tired-of-this-place.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBR3k9fSp7ImA9WB9TEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-6235411335086033113</id><published>2007-09-18T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:39:16.765-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-18T14:39:16.765-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tree bound" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immolate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swamp of the forgotten" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain of fire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fellsworn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Tree bound</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/09/marsh-of-missing-name-suits-it.html"&gt;We got to the top of the tower....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at the map... "Damn my Latin isn't"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen raised an eyebrow, "Allow me." He took the map, "Hm, Well it says we must be wary as we enter. For the path we take leads us through the Marsh of the Missing or is it the Swamp of the forgotten. Well either way we should mind where we walk I think." He stated with his British accent.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked right at Justice thinking I should of left her at home.   "Stay close squirt."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit me, "Stop calling me that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galen handed me the map and I asked him, "Did I read it correctly that the trees and rocks will deliberately try to divide you from those you are traveling with?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galen nodded, "Oh yes that was my understanding."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I grabbed my sister and shoved her between  Galen and me, "Stay between us."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at Shiara and she was fondling her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#familiar"&gt;amulet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I watched Galen nod, she must of activate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAt5bqL5MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pti9hc9-hgw/s1600-h/6476_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAt5bqL5MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pti9hc9-hgw/s200/6476_400x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111636041766003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows seem to stretch as did the trees and the noises coming from the dark were  like things I had only read about, I saw Justice shivered I turned to a noise drawing close and then movement next to me stopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing alone...  I started to retrace my steps, somehow we must have passed through invisible doors, portals. I heard about these when I was training in Hades as a little boy. Damn I should of had been smarter...  But walking in a straight line wouldn't have been any good. Portals can be tricky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find my sister and if I could Shiara and yes even Galen as well... Though I think he can take care of himself. The problem is that a portal could have put them behind me at the beginning of our trail, in the middle, or at the end. Hell they could have been put any where in this swamp. I tried flying up but couldn't see below the canopy, just a blanket of tree-tops.. This swamp is huge, if you get off the road you could get lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only choice was to go forward and hope they were a head. I could here the trees moving I turned to find they had all moved to cover the road, turning back I realized the trees have covered the road from both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtRLqL5II/AAAAAAAAALw/q5Yb29Clvt0/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtRLqL5II/AAAAAAAAALw/q5Yb29Clvt0/s200/54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635350276269186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then something comes riding from the shadows I turn just long enough to see a ring heading for my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the ground my jaw letting me know the exact shape the ring was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood spitting blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtmrqL5JI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uNwK2vKDrVM/s1600-h/ss199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtmrqL5JI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uNwK2vKDrVM/s200/ss199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635719643456658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Orc...  He looked at me and laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you laughing at?" I asked this thing and he pointed behind me just as I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hungry! Want fresh bones, fresh meat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAt5LqL5LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xoRyN3UmZuw/s1600-h/Chainsaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAt5LqL5LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xoRyN3UmZuw/s200/Chainsaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111636037471036594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned, What the hell was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure this chainsaw carrying monster wasn't having me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html#immolate"&gt;Immolate&lt;/a&gt; and sent several fireballs at him until he was a walking screaming torch, I then summoned my pitchfork. I caught his chain saw with the fork and knocked from his hands, while smack this thing in the face with the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to cry and run away. The Orc rose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtmrqL5KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9pyDlDpcWV0/s1600-h/ss265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAtmrqL5KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9pyDlDpcWV0/s200/ss265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111635719643456674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Laughing now are we.." I yelled and then realized I didn't have time for this. Justice was out there possibly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2005/02/names-and-definition-of-powers-and.html#rainoffire"&gt;Rain of Fire&lt;/a&gt; and was done with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading off when I heard Shiara... I ran toward the sound and hit some mud I fell into a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cenote"&gt;Cenote&lt;/a&gt;. I spiraled downward my back sliding down the mud until I landed right on top of Shiara. I guess that is what I heard a yelp from her falling. Landing on top of her, face to face was so embarrassing.. She blushed and I jsut stared before I realized I was still on top of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sorry." I said getting up and helping her up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara chuckled, "I guess you found the hole too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice?" I asked and she shook her head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I was separated, &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-write-home-about.html"&gt;Galen said for me to look for you &lt;/a&gt;and he went looking for Justice but we are having trouble keeping in touch. He is listening now but its jumbled, " She looked around, "these trees, they are tainted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This whole place is" I agreed with a nod. Just then the sink hole began to close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vines grew up Shiara's legs...  "Damn not again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" I asked as I watched the vines meld into her skin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvBEQbqL5NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/I4y_FgsN1nk/s1600-h/Image34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvBEQbqL5NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/I4y_FgsN1nk/s200/Image34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111660626158806226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#tree"&gt;I have abilities well like a Dryad&lt;/a&gt;, I can interface, connect with trees..  These trees are evil they are trying to feed of my ..."  She  started to look faint. I stepped forward and tried to remove the vines but they started to grow up my legs and began digging into my skin..  I was paralyzed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing was feeding off our energy, our KI. Our cloths our skin.. Everything its turning us into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gasp, "&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-write-home-about.html"&gt;Galen is coming.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20627146-6235411335086033113?l=hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6235411335086033113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20627146&amp;postID=6235411335086033113" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/6235411335086033113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20627146/posts/default/6235411335086033113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AllGrownUp/~3/iylak2AlQ20/tree-bound.html" title="Tree bound" /><author><name>Hotstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17656411337557301406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11666646012117793249" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RvAt5bqL5MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pti9hc9-hgw/s72-c/6476_400x600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/09/tree-bound.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFRH0zcSp7ImA9WB5aGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20627146.post-3605307729172280088</id><published>2007-09-15T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:18:35.389-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-15T15:18:35.389-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tower of fire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vulcan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phlegethon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fellsworn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dragon elf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>The Tower of Fire.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/RubM-7qXEmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q86eNXeqLtY/s1600-h/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/RubM-7qXEmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q86eNXeqLtY/s200/Image6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108996208837726818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am now traveling with my sister, Shiara and this wizard Galen. After Vella showed up briefly to show off her ring she told me Vincent was back and I got to thinking on the things he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting-journey-indeed.html"&gt;Galen and I had a talk&lt;/a&gt;.  He made a lot of sense. If I do not want to become evil then all I have to do is simply choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it was a lot to think of so I walked quietly a head for a while. Soon Shiara came to walk beside me. &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/09/journey-to-center-of-earth.html"&gt;I heard Justice Talking to Galen&lt;/a&gt; and then he disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;We finally came to the end of the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was looking over the map...  "We have to go up.. There is a tower that should allow us to go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/Rujwse6k_SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BYkaA5S0dDU/s1600-h/Vulekosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/Rujwse6k_SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BYkaA5S0dDU/s200/Vulekosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109598424255495458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara pointed, "that tower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "Yes and those are Dragons...  Small ones,  guards."&lt;br /&gt;She seemed fascinated about Dragons. I should take her to go and meet Mike at the Dragon Library.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Shiara as she glowed, "WOW Dragons.."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/RujxHe6k_UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VnSsHsAeq9A/s1600-h/utgarde__exterior_angle_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFl2CG-XB3c/RujxHe6k_UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VnSsHsAeq9A/s200/utgarde__exterior_angle_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109598888111963458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered to go up the tower. The water was being pumped from the river of fire up to what is known as the Tower of fire and from large dragon skull statues poured like a waterfall...  The Guardians slept within the center of the tower hanging like bats. When we entered the doors we saw two sets of stairs, one set spiraling up  counter clockwise and the other spiral up clockwise, they intercepted at the corners. Some of this corner sections are exposed to the outside of the tower. Other than the corners the stairs never touch. Straight down the center of the spiral stairs are 5 arches. They remind me of door arches for giants. They face each other to form a pentagon with the next level of arches built in a balance pose between the bottom arches in a sense connecting them, while still forming an pentagon of their own. This is where the Guardians who are about the size of 3 African elephants if you you lined them up from head to tail perch and watch those who are entering.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLIrqL4-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/x2vlUdbKh8c/s1600-h/455px-Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLIrqL4-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/x2vlUdbKh8c/s200/455px-Dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110542289689371618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said they sit there to prevent anyone from crossing the boundaries and starting wars. Apparently Fellsworn has had a bloody history, in fact it is up there with the Spartans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the fire river of Phlegethon is pumped through the four large piped inside the walls.&lt;br /&gt;In the tower (I guess this would be the bell tower if it had a bell), where the Guardians of Fire and ash descend, come and go, it is said that the edge is a large trough where some of the Fire water pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxBl7qL47I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5_8DL1B-Nr8/s1600-h/78603f3a4a88ly5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxBl7qL47I/AAAAAAAAAKI/5_8DL1B-Nr8/s200/78603f3a4a88ly5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110531797084267442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the gates and started up the spirals, I put an arm cautiously around Shiara pointing out the Guardians...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%A2teau_de_Chambord"&gt;These stairs remind me of the ones in Chambord&lt;/a&gt;, Only these are larger... especially in the center..." Galen appeared from the shadows and looked at my hand around Shiara's waist. I carefully removed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLI7qL5BI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2i62mQMh_ls/s1600-h/Dragon013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLI7qL5BI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2i62mQMh_ls/s200/Dragon013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110542293984338962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to climb up...  Suddenly one of the Guardians attacked. I am not sure why. Galen magically appearing could have spooked him...&lt;br /&gt;I pushed Justice down and off to a side just in time but wasn't able to turn in time for Galen and Shiara... When the fire died down I had my sword in my hand, Galen had &lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/technomages.html#shield"&gt;a shield&lt;/a&gt; around himself and Shiara, she just stood a little shocked but unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxBlbqL45I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pKo_zd7A_34/s1600-h/Drizzt_Welcomes_the_Hunter_by_keelerleah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxBlbqL45I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pKo_zd7A_34/s200/Drizzt_Welcomes_the_Hunter_by_keelerleah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110531788494332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?" I yelled and then see the Dragon charging I and Shiara went over the side. I couldn't see Galen or Justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is he attacking?" Shiara asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxM07qL5EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5sZnZGfZNx4/s1600-h/TR_POP_by_Tozani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxM07qL5EI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5sZnZGfZNx4/s200/TR_POP_by_Tozani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110544149410210882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know but soon they all will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed back up and the Guardian charged at me again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to fight Dragons even ones that are on the lower level of the Dragon Hierarchy.  "Justice?" I was worried about my sister and I knew mom and Dad were going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxMc7qL5DI/AAAAAAAAALI/jkjAYSqunzA/s1600-h/Game_Over_by_ukitakumuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxMc7qL5DI/AAAAAAAAALI/jkjAYSqunzA/s200/Game_Over_by_ukitakumuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110543737093350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice?" I yelled again as Shiara was calling for Galen...  "I have her." Galen called he had a shield around them both. The Dragon turned to charge me ignoring them. Which is fine since I am fire-proof, but then normally so are Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it reached for me I saw Shiara let go of the edge of the wall, wings sprung and she began to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLI7qL5AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/edfI7vxxH1A/s1600-h/chosen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLI7qL5AI/AAAAAAAAAKw/edfI7vxxH1A/s200/chosen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110542293984338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew out of the Dragon's way.. It kept coming after me and Galen kept Justice safe. I could see from the corner of my eye that she was wanting to get into the fight. I had taken my eyes of Shiara I turned and couldn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxOyLqL5GI/AAAAAAAAALg/5W3MCqdHqQ0/s1600-h/Dragon015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxOyLqL5GI/AAAAAAAAALg/5W3MCqdHqQ0/s200/Dragon015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110546301188826210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there was another Dragon fighting the one that attacked us...  "It's Shiara." Justice called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLIrqL4_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AuMPCeN1JiI/s1600-h/87dragons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxLIrqL4_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AuMPCeN1JiI/s200/87dragons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110542289689371634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen stood I saw him  summon a  bright ball in his hand... "NO GALEN!!" I yelled... "We can't harm Dragons or the Universe will become imbalanced. I am not certain about these lesser ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIARA!" Galen called and I heard her say she heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara was trying to talk with it and Justice pushed through us... "LET ME TALK TO IT." She yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxPqbqL5HI/AAAAAAAAALo/r_YGJ9UaVWI/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxPqbqL5HI/AAAAAAAAALo/r_YGJ9UaVWI/s200/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110547267556467826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice changed her appearance and looked almost like the same species as Shiara when she is in&lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#appearence"&gt; her humanoid&lt;/a&gt; form. &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice2.blogspot.com/#arm3"&gt;Justice called some kind of armor&lt;/a&gt; and the Guardian stopped and looked at him. Shiara stopped and landed next to us. "You are the child, the Nexus." the Dragon said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you attacking us, honored Dragon," Justice asked...&lt;br /&gt;It pointed at Galen, "He used the technology, technology can be a powerful weapon against nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen Bowed and then approached speaking, "I am not here to do harm. My order is sworn to do no harm. Though there are times people make that a difficult philosophy to hold to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to it, "Guardian, the woman is not a Dragon and after hearing you were was amazed and yet you forced her to attacked her. I have been sent by Vulcan to go to Fellsworn, will you let us pass?" I was glad to see the Dragons calm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry &lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html"&gt;Dragon-elf&lt;/a&gt;. I must protect as I have sworn to. Now devil why do you go to Fellsworn?" The Dragon stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxMcrqL5CI/AAAAAAAAALA/X6LTVTNZPL0/s1600-h/greendrg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sgrr9LLWb48/RuxMcrqL5CI/AAAAAAAAALA/X6LTVTNZPL0/s200/greendrg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110543732798383138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara now bowed, "I understand as a &lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#familiar"&gt;Familiar &lt;/a&gt;I am sworn to protect to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "I do not know why Vulcan is sending me to Fellsworn. Since he mentioned my 17th Birthday I suppose its some kind of training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES, He sends you to find and free your Stead... Fell Horses are also known as Night&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mares&lt;/span&gt;... You must prove yourself worthy and receive your Night&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mare&lt;/span&gt;. " He took off flying and returned to a high perch way above us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara moved away and hung her head, "Don't Look at me.."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I am in my&lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#appearence"&gt; true form&lt;/a&gt;... I am... 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