<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975</id><updated>2011-08-07T10:33:51.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesions of a synthetic girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, this is my life. Have a nice day now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-5131667304015283206</id><published>2007-10-23T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:58:33.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.badassmofo.com/slices/lindsay-lohan/images/lindsay-lohan-292-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.badassmofo.com/slices/lindsay-lohan/images/lindsay-lohan-292-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi all its so great to be back where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writer got really bored with my cuteness and the fact that the real Lindsay is an oversexed little strumpet on the hollywood highway to drug dependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand have been waiting in the back of his sub-conscious for just such an opportunity like this to make my return to the blogging stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma's got a blogging game going called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Who wants to be a Super-villain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping judge it cause Gaia is too busy with school, or something like that.  I also get to see my big sister SKy cause she's on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there's this little guy called Tattoo who's really cute. He shouts "Look bahs the plane, the plane." When anyone teleports in. Even though we don't use planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I hope you all either join up or become regular readers of Koma's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-5131667304015283206?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/5131667304015283206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=5131667304015283206' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/5131667304015283206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/5131667304015283206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-7072742789109720964</id><published>2007-06-23T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:32.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He really is a Richard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz0XyATt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pIdctaDRrlc/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz0XyATt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pIdctaDRrlc/s200/lindsay_lohan_027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079203169164310338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok there are a few more things to tell you all. You know like, how I ended up on Last Gladiator Standing 2, what happened between me and Nightwing, what I've done since I got voted off LGS2, and of course you all want to know what happened between me and Nightwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Richard (I couldn't call him, you know that. It just doesn't sit well in my mouth.) phoned me I was so happy. Then I got the flowers. I love sunflowers. I couldn't control myself, but I had to. I wasn't sure if this was just a great first date or the begining of something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few days roaming around Gotham. Its a nice town, sure its a bit grimey but thats how it is. It could easily be my new home. I spent that night dreaming of all the things we'd do together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz0siATt1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DuFoqlkupN0/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan23_Y2vZAyI.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz0siATt1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DuFoqlkupN0/s200/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan23_Y2vZAyI.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079203525646595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz09SATt2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qo__fnmmPQU/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan83_KhDlqVS.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz09SATt2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qo__fnmmPQU/s200/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan83_KhDlqVS.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079203813409404770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and I get a call from Richard. He wants me to meet him at this great French restaurant tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1ISATt3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6lVnA6pRB4w/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_lilo_bedroom_9dyAcun.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1ISATt3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6lVnA6pRB4w/s200/lindsay_lohan_lilo_bedroom_9dyAcun.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204002387965810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just didn't know what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1USATt4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/-uQrOdpjSeg/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_SBKgo95.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1USATt4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/-uQrOdpjSeg/s200/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_SBKgo95.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204208546396034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end I chose this little number. And I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to the apartment and it started to rain. Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the TV and there on the news was Richard and that scamp Robin fighting Poison Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wku.edu/%7Edavy.stone/customs/customary/dioramas/pics/nightwing-rescues-robin-from-ivy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wku.edu/%7Edavy.stone/customs/customary/dioramas/pics/nightwing-rescues-robin-from-ivy-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Heroes!" I screamed. Its not just enough that he runs off to save the world all the time. He's got to be fighting someone who was my Hench-woman only a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed up my things and opened a portal to the bungalow. I thought of leaving a message. I left a photo. They say a picture paints a thousand words, there's only one I want to convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1wCATt5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yIRd_lv3SL8/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan_photo_lind_5_big_ozoD7Of.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz1wCATt5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/yIRd_lv3SL8/s200/lindsay_lohan_lindsay_lohan_photo_lind_5_big_ozoD7Of.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204685287765906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz2AyATt6I/AAAAAAAAAII/6Lo5xZbvRLo/s1600-h/lgsletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz2AyATt6I/AAAAAAAAAII/6Lo5xZbvRLo/s200/lgsletter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079204973050574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should have seen the mail left at the bungalow. I thought Koma was going to take care of the mail. Oh well I bet he's having a good time with Chroma. Koma and Chroma that rhymes. Normally thoughts like that make me happy, this one didn't. And then one of the letters took my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, It was obviously for Koma.&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought. It didn't specifically say that its for Koma. I realised that my bags were already packed.  Why not. It could be fun. So I opened up a portal to Hacknor. I was going to do something different....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-7072742789109720964?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/7072742789109720964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=7072742789109720964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/7072742789109720964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/7072742789109720964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-really-is-richard.html' title='He really is a Richard'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rnz0XyATt0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pIdctaDRrlc/s72-c/lindsay_lohan_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-7086774372447512428</id><published>2007-06-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:32.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a chain reaction - The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/normal_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/normal_15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning and Dick was gone. He left a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for the great night, grrr.... Sorry, I had to jet. Being a hero is a full time job.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catch you on the flip (side).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nightwing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes you just cant trust them to stay. I mean really this guy wants to play bo peep hide and seek and then go off and save the world. That's not what I'm looking for in a man. If he thinks saving the world is more important then me then... Watch yourself Lin. If he came back for another round you'd say, YES PLEASE! and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vandal.." I called, then I remembered Vandal got destroyed saving me from the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;It had all happened so fast. At one point I was fighting the Outsiders, then I was chasing the Crow Queen, then I was fighting with the Outsiders against the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where we?&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats right. Koma and Nightwing had just worked out that the Crow Queen's power came from something inside her hideout. I had detected the unknown radiation ages ago but I hadn't put the clues together like Koma did.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - "Remember to learn how to read the clues."&lt;br /&gt;We were broken up into two teams. Koma and I were the sneaky team. And the Outsiders were the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;This of course pissed off Grace and Thunder, the Lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think that I have something against Lesbians, but I don't. Seriously I could turn but its just the whole self-righteous "The only man I need is a Wo-man." attitude. It just irritates me. They're always looking for validation of their so-called unnatural union, its the same with gay guys too. Look we get it. You like who you like and nothing is going to change. So shut up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma and I do a sneaky teleport into the heart of the Crow Queens hideout.&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Lin, Koma. You two back together? Nice to see you guys." Welcomes Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you dressed like Hugh Hefner?" I ask back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RnUUGCATtyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hk8JIfQSMGY/s1600-h/henchyhefner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RnUUGCATtyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hk8JIfQSMGY/s200/henchyhefner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076986248780035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well Crystal's got the need to breed. So for easy use I've taken to just wearing this robe." Answered Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwwww! Obviously Henchy was under some sort of mind control at least. He couldn't be enjoying this?&lt;br /&gt;"We've come to spring you from this evil woman." I tell Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Evil ain't the word for it Lin." said Henchy. "This chicks kinky you should see the toys she's got."&lt;br /&gt;Again Ewwwwww! Actually that Ewwww! wasn't as big as I made it out to be, cause I was a bit curious as to what toys a solitary woman like the Crow Queen would have. He did say toys so there must be a few. I wonder if they require batteries?&lt;br /&gt;"Leave him Lin." said Koma interrupting my train of thought. "We need to stop the Crow Queen's power source."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Koma and I left Henchy behind and went to find the source of the unique radiation. It was easy to find where it was, but getting to it wasn't. It was behind the wall and this wall wasn't any normal kind of wall. The Crow Queen's place is built into a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;"How thick do your sensors say this wall is?" asks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want that in Imperial or Metric?" I ask smiling. Koma doesn't smile back."200 meters. Are you thinking of teleporting in there?" I ask back.&lt;br /&gt;"No you are Lin." says Koma. I'm about to protest about this when I feel Koma over-riding my protocols and activating the teleport.&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard." I scream. "Why did I ever cry over you?" I listen to the echo. Then I see the strangely glowing rock. It glowed in a pretty violet light. I went to get closer to the rock and I tripped up on something. It's a case. I know what this case is. Koma why do you have to be such a smart-ass know it all? There's a blue button on the case which I press. The case transforms into a dimensional gateway. It glows and Koma walks through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done Lin." Thanks Koma. He puts a transmitter on the rock. "Time to go and be smug Lin." He tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"Are we just going to leave it here?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Well yes but the gateway will take it away from here after we're gone." he tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"Where?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Space. Should put it into an orbit around Mars." smiled Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gateway put us outside the Crow Queens place, where the Outsiders were taking a beating. Koma nodded to Nightwing who in turn said something into his hand. An aircraft appeared out of the sky and fired a missile at the Crow Queen. The missile shot a net around the Crow Queen, an electrified net.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrgh!" she screamed. The power glowed in her hands violet was the colour. She ripped the net in two and by that time Koma and I were standing in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;"I have deal for you? Let us and Henchy go and we'll leave you alone." Koma knew what she was going to say in reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Your kidding? You arrogant little man. I'm going to kill you all." The power raged around her violently violet. I felt the activation of the gateway. So did the mountain which shuddered under the atmosphere being sucked into space, along with a violet rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a scream the Crow Queen gestured towards us with both hands hurling the power at us. Which wasn't there. She looked at her hands.&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done?" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crow Queen cried a lot, and then Henchy came out wondering what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey do you guys know why I'm wearing nothing but this robe?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was a blur. Except of course Nightwing giving me a little peck on the cheek and putting a piece of paper in my hand. That was of course to where I am now. It was a good night. He took me to dinner and dancing too. Of course there what came after and I don't kiss and tell. But as I said at the start of this post, I'd do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RnUapyATtzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1un4fj3jw_M/s1600-h/linlovesdick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RnUapyATtzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1un4fj3jw_M/s200/linlovesdick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076993460030125874" 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/30189975-7086774372447512428?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/7086774372447512428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=7086774372447512428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/7086774372447512428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/7086774372447512428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-middle-of-chain-reaction-end.html' title='In the middle of a chain reaction - The End'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RnUUGCATtyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hk8JIfQSMGY/s72-c/henchyhefner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-372858980146149677</id><published>2007-05-27T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:32:05.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a chain reaction part5</title><content type='html'>I was standing over the remains of Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;!voip!&lt;br /&gt;"I saw what happened Lin." says Koma he puts his hand on my shoulder. "I'd programmed him to protect you."&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to cry with Koma around. I controlled myself, held back my tears stood up and faced him.&lt;br /&gt;"Is Chroma ok?" I ask him.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah she's fine. You know her and I are..." and suddenly he's Austin stumbling over his words.&lt;br /&gt;"I know." I tell him. "It was bound to happen to one of us." I smiled as if it was nothing. It wasn't of course.&lt;br /&gt;Koma accepted that. He stopped being Ausitn and got down to business&lt;br /&gt;"What do know about the Crow Queen?" he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;I told him all I knew about the Crow Queen, which honestly wasn't much at all.&lt;br /&gt;Koma thought for a few seconds and then he opened a portal. You could see the Outsiders still picking up the pieces from the fight before.&lt;br /&gt;"Nightwing!" Called Koma through the portal. "I beleive we have some unfinished business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last time I checked you were somekind of super villain." snapped Captain Boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;"Last time I checked you were too." replied Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to do?" asked Nightwing.&lt;br /&gt;"I have a friend to save and we both have a threat to subdue." answers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"First things first Koma. I'll need Grace back." bargins the studly Nightwing.&lt;br /&gt;!voip!&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What the f..." complains Grace as she realises where she is know.&lt;br /&gt;"So now I've proved myself are you coming to play hero. Or are Lin and I playing without you?" says Koma as if he really doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come thorugh the portal. I look through for Giganta but I can't see her.&lt;br /&gt;"Where's 'ganta?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;No one answers. I'd hoped she'd have stayed, I thought we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show them where the Crow Queen's place is. Its inside a mountain deep in the Mojave desert.&lt;br /&gt;"Lin can you detect an unkown energy coming from the mountain?" asked Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I can. I detected it last time I was there. Its not dangerous to anyone so I didn't think it was important." I explained.&lt;br /&gt;Koma covered his face slightly embasrased by the mistake I'd made. I knew I'd made a mistake he didn't have to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you make of it Koma?" enquired Nightwing.&lt;br /&gt;"I think the Crow Queen isn't a deity at all. And I think we just found her power source." smiled Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all we have to do is pull the plug." says Nightwing and he smiled too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-372858980146149677?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/372858980146149677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=372858980146149677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/372858980146149677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/372858980146149677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-middle-of-chain-reaction-part5.html' title='In the middle of a chain reaction part5'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-1996774234668958098</id><published>2007-05-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:32.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a chain reaction part4</title><content type='html'>So as you read before the Crow Queen is aiming the Seismic generator at the Nuclear Power Plant. Which is a bad thing. Then I hear a familiar sound behind me.&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;Koma Henchy and that Chroma slut rush past me.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna kick Boomerangs ass." grins Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"No he's not the problem she is." corrects Koma pointing at the Crow Queen still threatening to fire on the power plant.&lt;br /&gt;"So we take her out first then we flay Boomerang, right." asks Henchy who is rather eager to bring the pain. That break up with The Magdelena must have been a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;"Do what you want after we stop the Crow Queen." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll stop her." volunteers Chroma and she runs at the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;"Christine. No!" warns Koma but its too late. The Crow Queen sees the attack and just points and fires at Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;Chroma screams as the vibrations begin to tear her apart.&lt;br /&gt;'Stupid bitch. That'll teach you.' I think. But then I look at Koma. His jaw is clenched as he watches Chroma getting shaken to pieces. And then I see a bright flash in his eye's.&lt;br /&gt;The seismic generator stops.&lt;br /&gt;With the Crow Queen seemingly powerless Koma and Henchy run at her. She drops the seismic generator and flees.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" shouts Vandal in my ear. "Follow them she's getting away."&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask why I just follow them. Koma stops briefly to see if Chroma's all right and he teleports her away. Henchy continues on and I catch up to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this chick?" asks Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"She's the Crow Queen she's a minor deity of sorts." I answer. I'm trying to see the Crow Queen but she's disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;"A god doesn't need one of Koma's weapons Lin." mentions Henchy. "Where'd she get to?"&lt;br /&gt;Then we both stop suddenly. Neither of us could move. And then I realise why the Crow Queen needed the Seismic Generator why she ran away and why all of the sudden Henchy and I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;"Her powers only work in the desert." I tell Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for telling me that NOW Lin." replies Henchy sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RklMvMDut5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qOOhmct8J6g/s1600-h/caughtbythecrowqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RklMvMDut5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qOOhmct8J6g/s320/caughtbythecrowqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064663629529266066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as if on cue the Crow Queen appeared suddenly before us. Her eye's a glow and the wind circling around her. It was a cool effect.&lt;br /&gt;"For defying me you will both die." begins the Crow Queen. But she's interrupted&lt;br /&gt;"Aww crap!" complains Henchy. "Lady don't string this out. Just kill us and stop with the whole I'm so powerful schtick. You may look hot and all but I've been employed by better villains than you."&lt;br /&gt;"You will not die today, I have need for you Guy Abrams." says the Crow Queen. "Your seed will give me a strong daughter."&lt;br /&gt;So thats how she gets men. She traps them and forces them to sleep with her, then she kills them once she's pregnant. Kind of like a praying mantis.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats a new on me." Henchy sounded more than a little surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Crow Queen turned to me. Power crackling in her hand, the wind rose up ferociously around her.&lt;br /&gt;"You treacherous machine." spat the Crow Queen. "Your pathetic existence ends now." The power flew from her hands and the wind blew. A tremendous thunder clap. I shut my eyes. And then all was still. I opened them again. The Crow Queen was gone, so was Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Warr-kkkk-k!" It was Vandal. I wondered where he'd gotten too. Most of him was in pieces on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"Vandal why did you do that?" I started to cry. The little scamp he saved me.&lt;br /&gt;"Warrr-kkk-kkkkk...." was all he could say. And then the light in his little eye's faded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-1996774234668958098?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/1996774234668958098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=1996774234668958098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/1996774234668958098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/1996774234668958098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-middle-of-chain-reaction-part4.html' title='In the middle of a chain reaction part4'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RklMvMDut5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qOOhmct8J6g/s72-c/caughtbythecrowqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-4012195766177112530</id><published>2007-05-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T05:53:01.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a chain reaction part3</title><content type='html'>Well all hell broke loose. Well not that Satan and his demons turned up and took us all to the neither world. But it was sure hot. The Outsiders attacked swiftly. Lead by Nightwing (he's a hottie!) they quickly isolated Giaganta, the Crow Queen and myself from each other. Grace and Thunder (the Lesbians) were attacking Giganta. Katana and Captain Boomerang we're against the Crow Queen. Which left the studly Batman in waiting fighting me. I couldn't fight Nightwing and hold the seismic generator so I put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you its really hard to concentrate fighting a guy as hot as Nightwing. Your always a rabbit in the headlights whenever you see him, and then there's that taught tight rear. He's got lady killer written all over him. Bab's, Starfire let me tell you I'm jealous. Then in the middle of dodging a spin kick from Nightwing I realised someone was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metamorpho. I had seen him at first with the group at the start but he hadn't attacked with the others. I wait till Nightwing gets close again and I lunge at him. He flips over me dodging my attack and I feel him attach something to me. Its a sub-sonic disrupter. A favourite in the Batman arsenal. It works great on robots. But I'm a synthoid. It activates and I make out like it worked.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrgh!" I scream.&lt;br /&gt;Nightwing falls for it. I take a look at how the other battles are going. Giganta and Grace are slugging it out, Thunder is waiting for a chance to take a clear shot but Giganta isn't becoming too big to be an obvious target. Smart girl. However that means that 'ganta isn't as strong as she could be. She's going to loose unless something happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a rumble and the earth shakes. The siesmic generator is being wielded by the Crow Queen wildly. She aims at Katana and fires. Katana dodges the blast and it continues till it hits the houses. In fact the first blast hit the office buildings of the Power Plant. I know people have been hurt I can hear the ambulances in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its at this time I intercept a radio transmission from Nightwing. "Blender take out the Queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metamorpho appears as a gas around the Crow Queen. He becomes solid and envelopes her. I take this chance to go help Giganta. I sneak up on Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me but aren't you a lesbian?" I ask to distract her.&lt;br /&gt;"What's it to yo...." she begins as I sucker punch her.&lt;br /&gt;"'ganta." I shout. "The sparky's out cold. Super-size, girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giganta grows to full size and kicks Grace into the next county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the earth shakes violently and we both loose our footing. I turn to see the Crow Queen with the seismic generator glowing and Metamorpho, Katana and Captain Boomerang lying on the broken ground around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time to rid my lands of this demon plant." cries the Crow Queen. She points the weapon at the plant. If she fires like that the whole plant will blow up. Only the cockroaches will survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even then the cockroaches will be sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-4012195766177112530?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/4012195766177112530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=4012195766177112530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/4012195766177112530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/4012195766177112530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-middle-of-chain-reaction-part3.html' title='In the middle of a chain reaction part3'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-1734558703945865006</id><published>2007-04-22T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:33.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got in the middle of a chain reactioon</title><content type='html'>Continues on from &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets check the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seismic Generator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RitFtUTejYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S4nimkI5Th0/s1600-h/siesmic_generator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px; display: block; float: left; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RitFtUTejYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S4nimkI5Th0/s320/siesmic_generator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056211651500346754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hired henchman and woman to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/ToAnotherShore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: left; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 130px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/ToAnotherShore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey I thought we were friends Lin." griped Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry 'ganta. Friends to help. That better boo." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." confirmed Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New outfit and hairdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RitG6ETejZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xjE8CvhA3P8/s1600-h/blackwinterlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: left; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RitG6ETejZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xjE8CvhA3P8/s320/blackwinterlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056212970055306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have everything I need to go and stop this Nuclear Power Station from becoming operational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Warrk! Wheres the stick thrower?" asked Vandal. Which was what he'd been calling Captain Boomerang for the last two weeks. I didn't know where Boomer had gotten too. Oh well if he wanted to miss the culmination of my plans it was his bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleported Giganta, Vandal and myself out to the Power Plant. There to meet us was the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/lady_crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: left; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 169px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/lady_crow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have done well my child." congratulated the mystic lady. "All you have to do now is to unleash the power of that device and the people will be saved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sensors detected a portal opening nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great." I complained out loud. "Koma's coming to stop me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must do it now my child or all is lost." begged the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't worry Queeny." As If Koma could stop me. "Once I explain to Koma that its all for a good cause he'll join in. You'll see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to where the portal opened and it wasn't Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dccomics.com/media/covers/7468_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dccomics.com/media/covers/7468_400x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I get my hands on that double crossing Boomer he's going to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues in &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-1734558703945865006?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/1734558703945865006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=1734558703945865006' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/1734558703945865006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/1734558703945865006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-in-middle-of-chain-reactioon.html' title='I got in the middle of a chain reactioon'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RitFtUTejYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/S4nimkI5Th0/s72-c/siesmic_generator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-8240971860386810740</id><published>2007-04-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:54:56.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LGS II ?</title><content type='html'>I have to make an earthquake so the nuclear power plant is abandoned and the town saved. Well I have to. I promised the Crow Queen I'd do it. So its off to Koma's lair.&lt;br /&gt;I open a portal.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! You can do that Lin." gasped Captain Boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;"That is so cool girlfriend." complemented Giganta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its just a portal." moaned Vandal. "A single contiguous energy stream between dimensions allowing instantaneous transport between two points."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your bird speaks funny words." chuckles Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the transformed Simian continues to devolve." sighs Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into the lair its all good, Koma isn't there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"WELCOME MISTRESS."&lt;/span&gt; greets Vadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got two questions. Where are we and what just spoke?" asks Boomer hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE IN THE LAIR OF CAPTAIN KOMA. I AM VADAR" aswered Vadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like Darth Vader?" questions Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waarrk! How more stupid can she get." gripes Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys we've got to be quick Koma could walk in any time now." I beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE MASTER WILL NOT BE HERE FOR SOME TIME. HE IS CURRENTLY IN CONGRESS WITH THE FEMALE KNOW AS CHROMA" informs Vadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd been waiting for this for quite some time but it still hurt. I'd composed myself completely, there was no way I was going to cry and then....&lt;br /&gt;"Chroma she works for the International Guard, she's hot." said Boomer.&lt;br /&gt;Giganta hits him the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;"Ow! What!" he complains. "Oh yeah congress. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I force back the tears. I have no attachment to Austin at all. I have a job to do and I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vadar we need a seismic generator is there one here." I command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES MISTRESS." there is almost a hint of sadness in Vadars voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the Generator and we leave the way we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read here to find out that &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/04/prescott-has-something-to-tell-me.html"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt; came later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-8240971860386810740?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/8240971860386810740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=8240971860386810740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/8240971860386810740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/8240971860386810740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/04/lgs-ii.html' title='LGS II ?'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-3212916144929891661</id><published>2007-03-04T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:40:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What went on behind my back.</title><content type='html'>"So how long until we do this job its like..like.." Giganta makes faces trying to find the words to express her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;"Like we're some characters in a story and the writer has gone and forgotten us, because he's doing something more exciting." offers Boomer.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Boomer your right. Thats exactly how it feels." agrees Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think Lin is up to this job?" questions Boomer. "She's not the smartest robot I've ever met."&lt;br /&gt;"Synthoid. She's a Synthoid."corrects Giganta."And whats with the Crow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I like Vandal." says Boomer. "But he's all, I'm a synthoid I don't have human weaknesses. When its obvious that he so wants to understand what being human is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Boomerang and Giganta didn't know I could hear them. They were questioning my ability to finish the job. To be a leader. I knew I had to finally put my plan into action. I told Vandal what I'd decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;"Warrk What plan. You don't have sqwat." he was right. Ivy was the one with the plan and all I was doing was keeping look out on the construction site of the nuclear power plant.&lt;br /&gt;"So what would stop a nuclear power plant being built?" I asked myself outloud.&lt;br /&gt;"Go look up the safety procedures." advised Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;So I did. It seems that apart from government approval nuclear power plants cannot be placed on earthquake sites. Well there are a few but they are in former Soviet States like Ukraine. In the US however its a big no-no. So all we have to do is generate a couple of earthquakes and then it'll be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a plan all I have to do is implement it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-3212916144929891661?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/3212916144929891661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=3212916144929891661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/3212916144929891661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/3212916144929891661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-went-on-behind-my-back.html' title='What went on behind my back.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-5177003705638576174</id><published>2007-03-01T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:33.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/ReadmkovBbI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX2f9nbTX3Y/s1600-h/power-lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/ReadmkovBbI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX2f9nbTX3Y/s320/power-lin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036886519255598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the lack of posts on my blog of late. My writer has been busy with Koma writing his lines for &lt;a href="http://amazingmutantrace3.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Amazing Mutant Race 3&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure once Koma gets bored with the race like he got bored with me there will be regular weekly posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-5177003705638576174?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/5177003705638576174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=5177003705638576174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/5177003705638576174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/5177003705638576174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/ReadmkovBbI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX2f9nbTX3Y/s72-c/power-lin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-4321769704028319499</id><published>2007-02-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' the neutron dance</title><content type='html'>I return to the warehouse where we've been planning 'our' attack on the power plant and I'm met with complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;"You super-sized bitch." screams Poison Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;"Super-size. You want super-size." screams Giganta. "I'll give you a super-sized bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rc8KXaWAO_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iAcr8cZNunw/s1600-h/gigant11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rc8KXaWAO_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iAcr8cZNunw/s320/gigant11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030250706121014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giganta grows and proceeds to squash the plants Ivy had been growing for the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;"My babies." wails Ivy. Ivy responds to Gigantas stomping by setting the rest of her babies on her. They were made to take control of a person grow a dense armor around the captive and enable Ivy to control them. The babies begin to grow the armor on Giganta, but Giganta resists. She rips them off her skin. It makes her bleed, but they continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;"ENOUGH!" I scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two turn to me and start to blame the other for the setback.&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP the both of you SHUT UP." I shout at them. "I've taken all I can of this malarky."&lt;br /&gt;"Malarky, gee talk about Sandra Dee." snipes Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't want to be a part of this Ivy you can leave. You know where the door is." I snap back.&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." shouts Ivy. "I'm out of this sleepover club. I'm going back to some real crime. Crow Queen my cute green ass." And she storms out of the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later after a good cry Giganta brings me a cup of tea, and a some chocolate biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks 'ganta." I sniff.&lt;br /&gt;"That Ivy is a stuck up bitch we didn't need her." says Giganta.&lt;br /&gt;"I agree but you could have walked away, 'ganta." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;"I know..." she says and bites her bottom lip. "but she just gets me so angry and its been months since we started this and I haven't had any fun."&lt;br /&gt;"Your right 'ganta we need to have some fun." I look around. "But where's 'boomer and Vandal?"&lt;br /&gt;We find then here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rc8KGKWAO-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vpi8TyG8rP4/s1600-h/72662664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rc8KGKWAO-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Vpi8TyG8rP4/s320/72662664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030250409768270818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So you come here to gawk at women you can't touch when there are women backat the warehouse you could touch." sums up Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats 'bout it." answers Captain Boomerang. "Its a tease. But a good one."&lt;br /&gt;"Its silly. If the whole purpose of sex is reproduction and these women are not reproducing then what is the purpose for what their function?" questions Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd suggest you give up trying to understand human nature Vandal. Especially base selfish nature like you boomer." I say&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies, are we finally doing something tonight. Cause if not I'd suggest the two of you leave. That is unless you wish to join the floor show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fizzzum!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;boomer slumps into his chair.&lt;br /&gt;"Do we have to carry him?" gripes 'ganta.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry but he's not going to be waking up for a while and we need to leave." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;"What was that thing?" asks 'ganta.&lt;br /&gt;"Its a Neural Destabiliser. It puts people into a coma's." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Did your ex give it to you? Like Vandal." she asks again.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. He did." I answer flatly.&lt;br /&gt;We walk out of the strip joint and into the night.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrk! Lin do you have a plan?" asks Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;"No." I snap back. "So shut up I've got to think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee leading is so hard. I'm always amazed how Koma did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-4321769704028319499?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/4321769704028319499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=4321769704028319499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/4321769704028319499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/4321769704028319499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/02/doin-neutron-dance.html' title='Doin&apos; the neutron dance'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/Rc8KXaWAO_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iAcr8cZNunw/s72-c/gigant11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-9028940721991382727</id><published>2006-12-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:20:34.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the henchmen arrive... Oops !</title><content type='html'>So they finally came the three villains/Henchpeople I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for and got .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdnLTib6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bW-7hi1AZZc/s1600-h/PoisonIvy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdnLTib6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bW-7hi1AZZc/s200/PoisonIvy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010086554393897202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The New (and rather dishy) Captain Boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdniDib6QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8q5rG_7rUtQ/s1600-h/Boomerang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdniDib6QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8q5rG_7rUtQ/s200/Boomerang2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010086945235921154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Giganta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdoAzib6RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EUh8qNKHs_s/s1600-h/giganta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdoAzib6RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EUh8qNKHs_s/s200/giganta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010087473516898578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this wasn't the Giganta I asked for. I wanted the smart Dr. Zuel not this one. That pink skirt just doesn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to tell her she wasn't the henchwoman I'd paid for but she was just so happy I didn't have it in my heart to get rid of her.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lin you've made my year." she was so happy. "I haven't done anything since Grodd dropped me. I was doing the right thing. I mean kill everyone. Thats just wrong. So I ahd to stop him. You understand me don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it. I did understand her and like me she'd been dropped by her first boyfreind. Well she still was Giganta and she could grow huge. And to admit it I was starting to like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we three go to stop this Nuclear Power Plant and give the land back to the Crow Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Giganta and I might go and pay Mike Warner a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-9028940721991382727?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/9028940721991382727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=9028940721991382727' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/9028940721991382727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/9028940721991382727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-henchmen-arrive-oops.html' title='Finally the henchmen arrive... Oops !'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/RYdnLTib6PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bW-7hi1AZZc/s72-c/PoisonIvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116582065485899922</id><published>2006-12-10T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:04:14.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>Oh well its been a week and the henchmen I chose just weren't comming. I was told that they were finsihing off prior tasks for other employers.  So I decided to go and enjoy Vegas a bit.&lt;br /&gt;They said Vegas was a strange place and I agree.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy all dressed up like somekind of rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/1600/663450/opr01MSC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/47370/opr01MSC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was all these kids that thought I was Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/1600/256855/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_71569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/575565/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_71569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a nice day realxing. Until I realised that other people were thinking I was Lindsay. Oh dear this is going to cause me more problems.&lt;br /&gt;Now I did get up and do a few numbers for them and that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/1600/349191/lin-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/988242/lin-dance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they invited me out with them. We ended up in this delux penthouse suite. It was a great time there was a DJ and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the evening one of the girls asked me to go with her to the little girls room. Unfortunatly there were boys in the girls room too. One guy was in the corner with a mirror, his credit card and some white powder he was sniffing thorugh a $100 dollar note. The girl I was with I think her name was Haris or Pilton. The guy passed Haris the mirror and she snorted up one of the neat lines of powder and offered me the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon Lindsay we all know you do it. Your Mom's not here, time to be a big girl." My sensors could detect the changes in Haris's body, and I knew what the white powder was. Even if I took it there would be not effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;"Nah had some before I came here." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;She took it as a snub and told me there was too many people who knew I was far from a prissy little goody two shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Was Lindsay really like this. She'd been so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that the rest of the night was a real downer. A couple of guys tried to get me to come back to their place but I wasn't intrested. This was a really quite disturbing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-116582065485899922?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116582065485899922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116582065485899922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116582065485899922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116582065485899922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116520722739034810</id><published>2006-12-03T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:46:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>So here I was in Vegas. You know it was so much more tacky and wrong than CSI makes it out to be. I found the Local Henchman 21. It was disguised as a 24 hour wedding chapel.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/177465/ch41.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Lets just hope that the preacher isn't an Elvis impersonator." joked Vandal.&lt;br/&gt;Well it wasn't an Elvis impersonator, it was worse.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/1600/96234/manfaye%20final%20color.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/523540/manfaye%20final%20color.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh Miss Lohan we've been expecting you here for some time." He clapsped his hands together joyfuly. Then he, umm it oh umm yeah He. He looked around like there was supposed to be someon else. "Umm.. where is the lucky man."&lt;br/&gt;"Oh." I laughed. "I'm Lin I've come looking for a Henchman or two."&lt;br/&gt;"Oh!" the Man-Faye was dissapointed. "So your Koma's robot."&lt;br/&gt;"Warrk! Synthoid. You lame crossdresser."  corrected Vandal.&lt;br/&gt;"Vandal!" I scolded. "Theres no need to critisise the man." Even if he was right, it was wrong to say it.&lt;br/&gt;"Oh thats not the worst I've heard." replied the Man-Faye "You should have heard what this callow youth in College Station Texas called me."&lt;br/&gt;I decided not to ask what was said and arrived at the reception area for the Local Henchman 21. The receptionist was a thin woman with curly hair and I recognised her voice from the phone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/447375/agnes_dipesto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Good Morning Ms. Lin. Now you've got to fill in these forms and then when your done, look through the catalouge and pick the henchman or woman of your choice. Of course a deposit will be required before any hireing is done." Before I could ask where I should fill in these forms the phone rang.&lt;br/&gt;"Blue Moon Detective Agency, oops sorry." the recptionist bit her lip and continued. "Henchman hotline. We're Henchman with a heart, we really do our part. In your moment of need, we'll be there indeed. So please don't be shy, just give us a try. We're co-operative and discreet, we really can't be beat. And if I may be so bold, I'd like to put you on hold."&lt;br/&gt;"Ok umm you can fill in the forms over there." the recptionist pointed over at a table behind her. I filled in the forms and then started through the catalouge. Oh dear there were some shocking Henchmen to choose from.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/651741/OceanMaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ocean Master - Ha!  Lame.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/778489/Charybdis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piranha Man - ewww!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/103591/Boomerang2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Captain Boomerang - Hmmm he's kinda cute.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/187663/PiedPiper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pied Piper - Warrk! He looks just like Koma.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/147552/Lightmaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Light Master - Oh my God what was he thinking. Does his mother know he dresses up like this?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/504398/Cheetah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheetah - Hmm maybe. Not sure.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/724513/AtomicSkull.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Atomic Skull - Umm I don't think I can deal with a guy whos got not face.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well I made my decision and paid my deposit. So all I have to do is wait for them to show up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5677/3232/200/182334/normal_OUT17590647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a nice day. Professor this ones for you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&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/30189975-116520722739034810?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116520722739034810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116520722739034810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116520722739034810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116520722739034810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/12/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116400669924271869</id><published>2006-11-19T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:11:39.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin calls for help</title><content type='html'>Oh well after telling the Crow Queen that I'd fix the Nuclear power plant problem. I realised something. Well I didn't realise it Vandal did.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrk! How are you gonna bring down a Nuclear Power plant. Your just a ditzy synthoid clone of a hollywood actress. Call 1800-henchman." he sqwakwed.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop being sarcastic." I scolded. I'd had enough of that kind of abuse from Mike Warner. After I did this job for the Crow Queen, I'm going to kill Mike.&lt;br /&gt;"No call 1800-4362-4626, its the henchman hotline." explained Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hissandpop.com/celebrities/l/lindsaylohan/photos/lindsay-lohan-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hissandpop.com/celebrities/l/lindsaylohan/photos/lindsay-lohan-004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bird was right. Whenever Koma was in trouble he'd call Henchman. Hey I wasn't going to call Koma everytime I got into a jam. So I called the Henchman hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring ring, ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;"Is you lair empty and needs some fillin. We've got the manpower for mobster's, evil geniuses or super villains. Thank you for calling 1800-Henchman, how may I help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took me by surprise. In fact I was quite impressed by the ladies illiteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm hi can I talk to Henchman." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry Mr Abrams is currently on business of a personal nature and cannot be contacted." replied the recpetionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well umm. I'm Lin and I'd like to gain the services of one maybe two of your Henchman." I enquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Captain Koma's Lin is it. Are you enquiring on his behalf?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;"No." I corrected. "I'm enquiring on my own half."&lt;br /&gt;"Well for that your going to have to gain an contrator code and fill in a proof of payment form. To do this you should go to the Local Henchman Union office near you." informed the recptionist. "Where are you at the moment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in Barstow, California." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Then that would be our Las Vegas chapter the 21. You have an appointment tomorrow at 9am. Thank you for using the Local Henchman Union." And she hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vandal," I said as I put the phone on the reciever. "we're going to Vegas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrk! Have I told you I do a mean Elvis impersonation." mentioned the bird.&lt;br /&gt;"No." How did know Koma programmed him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well you in for a treat." and with that Vandal swiveled his hips and began. "Bright light city gonna set my soul. Gonna set my soul on fire."&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his beak.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets just leave the singing to me right now OK"&lt;br /&gt;"mm-mm" muffled Vandal. I let go of his beak. And with a -voip- we were on our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-116400669924271869?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116400669924271869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116400669924271869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116400669924271869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116400669924271869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/11/lin-calls-for-help.html' title='Lin calls for help'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116237275363633262</id><published>2006-11-01T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:19:13.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the crow queen wants</title><content type='html'>Well the crow queen was a really nice person. She took Vandal and I to her place. It was&lt;br /&gt;this really nice complex in a series of caverns. It looked old in fact there were things from all sorts of eras and places. Mezo-Ameican Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Hawaian, African.Even an aboriginal dreaming painting. Was she really some kind of mystical force or was she just some whacked out mutant or witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm niether Lin. And yes I can read even your thoughts." She was reclining in a cane seat hanging from the celing. Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you?" I really wanted to know I hate mysteries they really piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well my mother was the Crow Queen, and her mother before her and her mother before her. And so on. You get it don't you." She was still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so its a thing your born to but where does the wind power come from and living all the way out here? And how did your mother get man out here? How are you going to get a man out&lt;br /&gt;here?" I was really struggling to deal with this. But I realised that there was a more&lt;br /&gt;important question to ask. "How did you get me here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes that is the more relevant question isn't it. Lets just say it was divine intervention." She was still smiling. Her smile was really starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You believe some deity got me here to help you find a man." I knew humans believed in gods&lt;br /&gt;but this was my first experience with a believer. Were they all so annoyingly happy. "Look I'm no dating service, and just between us my experience with men is limited to one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahah!" she laughed. "I don't need you to get me man. What I do need you to do is to&lt;br /&gt;stop the destruction of my lands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what she told me after that was there was this big company who'd tricked the locals out&lt;br /&gt;of their land and was going to build a huge nuclear power plant. The Crow Queen wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;stop the construction of the power plant. Of course Vandal had a question.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Queenie. You got all these powers how come you can't do it. Eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My great grandmother gave the land to the town, so what happens in the town has nothing to&lt;br /&gt;do with me. So having you turn up to help me and with a crow of you own is certainly a gift&lt;br /&gt;from the gods." She made sense sort of. But there was a town that was tricked out of its&lt;br /&gt;land. And that I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-116237275363633262?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116237275363633262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116237275363633262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116237275363633262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116237275363633262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-crow-queen-wants.html' title='What the crow queen wants'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116169913164809997</id><published>2006-10-24T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T07:12:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The desert.</title><content type='html'>Well let me tell you the last few weeks have been amazing. I never thought that being in a desert with Vandal would be such a problem. Anyway I thought deserts were supposed to be empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that deserts have animals and plants and some even have people. I'm not some airhead blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Mojave cause it was far away from Koma, but I didn't think I went there because someone wanted me in Mojave. But I'm telling you too much already let me start at the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandal and I were walking through the desert. All he could say was "Are we there yet?" every two minutes. I suggested we play a game but Vandal wasn't intrested. After a while day turned into night and I made a small fire.&lt;br /&gt;"Why have you made the fire?" asked Vandal. "We don't feel cold, well not the same way humans do."&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted a fire. It felt tlike the right thing to do." I answerd.&lt;br /&gt;"Sheesh!" Vandal exclaimed. "You really are one screwed up chick aren't you."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shut up Vandal." I snaped. "How would you know that was screwed up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right and its normal for a synthoid copy of a hollywood star to go loose herself in a desert cause she got dumped by her evil genius boyfriend. I think thats screwed up. Am I right or am I right?" Vandal was standing in front of me his wings outstreched and a look of triumph on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to admit he was right but I didn't care. I wanted a fire and it didn't matter why I wanted one. After a while the fire died down and I went to lie down and go to sleep. Again Vandal was at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep. Hah! We don't need sleep. Sure you can do some systems checks and memory archives but the only reason your sleeping is habit. Next thing you'll be wanting to find someone to have sex with." The crow was right I was being human cause of Koma. It was all habit, I should be less human. I should be more synthoid. I don't need to eat, sleep or any of those useless human things. Even sex. Ok get real maybe we can keep sex. But between us lets just not tell Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in a desert at night with Vandal watching the stars and listening to the wildlife. It was really beautifull.  Then the wind began to blow out of nowhere. I could sense this was a localised phenomenon but what was causing it.&lt;br /&gt;"Sqwaark! Where'd this bloody wind come from?" cursed Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know and when technology can't work out what something is it can only be one thing. Magik. Well magik and maybe a mutant or super-human. So thats two things. And then She appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/lady_crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/320/lady_crow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greatings Lin, Vandal. I have been wating for you." Her voice was low and still. "I am the Crow Queen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-116169913164809997?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116169913164809997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116169913164809997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116169913164809997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116169913164809997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/10/desert.html' title='The desert.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-116038023517347392</id><published>2006-10-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:50:35.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup oh and a Crow</title><content type='html'>Koma didn't say a thing when we were on the plane. When we got off the plane he stopped and turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;"I need to do this alone. I can't have you with me."" He said it plainly there was no malice or hate but it hurt just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opened a portal. He walked through it.  I was dumbstruck and I started to cry. I couldn't follow him.  He walked back through the portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't force you to come back to the bungalow with me. I can't force you to do anything. But I do need you to understand why I'm doing this." Koma was calm and controlled on the outside but my sensors told me he was struggling to hold himself togther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oz why?" Tears were running down my face. I didn't know I could cry. My nose was running. I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is a first." Koma handed me a tissue, he was smiling nervously. "This job could get me. No not just me, US in a position where we don't have to hide from anyone. Legitimacy for my work and then maybe somekind of peace from all of this chaos that we've been in." He was exhausted from explaining, from thinking of a way to make me understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it means I have to leave." I blurted out. I started crying again. Koma took out another tissue and wiped my tears away and held my face in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin your not even a year old yet. You've got so much growing up to do. I'll always be there when your in trouble. But for now we have to be apart. The bungalow is yours, but you can go anywhere." He was trying to make it like an adventure for me. He really was trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him, he responded and it lasted a while. A goodbye kiss. I let him go and with a -voip- he dissapeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the bungalow, Koma wan't there. But there was a box. There was a card on it, it said 'A parting gift. This isn't goodbye its till we meet again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma was a hopless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed a small bag and took the gift with me. I wanted to go somewhere I would be alone. A desert. Mojave sounded right. Koma loved the Mojave desert it had that place where all the planes were stored. I liked the sunsets. I opened a portal and walked into the Mojave, it was dawn and the sun was rising bright and yellow over the red sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my adventure, just me all alone. Then the present started to rattle. It jumped out of my hands onto the ground. The box broke open and out spilled a crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that was a small space." said the Crow. "Damn! Koma he said you'd open the box as soon as you saw it. " The crow fluffed himself and preened his feathers. He got himself organised and struted over to me. "So your Lin. G'day I'm .... damn Koma! He didn't even give me a name. Absent minded genius. Can make a synthoid crow who can talk and all but doesn't give me a name." The crow strutted about muttering about how dumb Koma was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I name you?" I asked mainly to make him stop. It worked. The crow looked at me through his left eye. I senesed him scanning me. I blocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You name me. Well I'm supposed to stay with you so maybe." He hesitated. "But you better not chose anything girly, cause I'm a male crow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok scamp?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"Nah too Disney." snaped the crow&lt;br /&gt;"knave?" I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! try another one from your thesaurus." quiped the crow.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok what about Vandal." I thought I had him there.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm. Vandal the crow. Yeah." he shook himself proudly and flew up onto my shoulder. "G'day Lin I'm Vandal the crow." introduced Vandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was going to be intresting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-116038023517347392?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/116038023517347392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=116038023517347392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116038023517347392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/116038023517347392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/10/breakup-oh-and-crow.html' title='The Breakup oh and a Crow'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115994933012503093</id><published>2006-10-04T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:08:50.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's family.</title><content type='html'>Oh well it wasn't the best of times. But it was better than being a hologram. At least I could slap Koma's grandfather everytime he tried to cop a feel. He was a silent worm. I never heard him creep up behind you and then you felt his clammy hand on, well you all know where I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/Lindsay_Lohan_96103_BestEyeCandyCOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/320/Lindsay_Lohan_96103_BestEyeCandyCOM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koma's cheecky cousin got a picture of one of these incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the whole holiday was complete disaster. Koma got sick after the third day. I was left with Koma's parents by myself. Talk about sacry situation. I like Koma's dad he's quiet and keeps to himself and his boat. Koma's mother she never stopped. "When are you and Austin going to hear the sound of little feet?" she'd ask. One time I answered her. When we decide on what breed of dog we want. Koma's dad thought that was great. He laughed for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if your wondering how they took the whole Lindsay Lohan thing well Koma made me change my face a bit. It wasn't much but I didn't get anyone thinking I was Lindsay. It was really great. I'm thinking of keeping it but I'm going to wait and try some different versions. I'll post some up next time and see which one you all like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma said that not looking completely like Lindsay was great, cause the lawyers had been bugging him latley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma got better two days before we left. We went to the airport (Koma's parents know about all of this but the rest of the family don't) and before getting on the plane Koma hired, there was a man who walked up to Koma. They had a really big conversation. Oz let me hear it all and then told the guy (his name was Falstaff) that I was listening in. He told Oz the offer was on the table, but I wasn't to be involved in it. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane (which went on a joyride of the south-west and then back to Perth airport.) Koma said that the offer was a reall good one. A way back into the mainstream, with the posibility of getting the synthoid technology out on the market.&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't be  involved in it. Ever" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well it wont be forever. And I'm not going into the field with them. It'll be like I'll have a real job." said Koma trying to keep things positive.&lt;br /&gt;"But I want to work with you. I'm not a house wife. I'm not even your wife." I started to cry. "Are you going to break up with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma didn't answer me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115994933012503093?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115994933012503093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115994933012503093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115994933012503093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115994933012503093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/10/komas-family.html' title='Koma&apos;s family.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115848449709680482</id><published>2006-09-17T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:14:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My holiday and how Onlsaught ruined it.</title><content type='html'>Well things were just peachy. Oz worked in the garden, he's been planting tomatos, beans, onions, and rhubarb. He loves rhubarb, why I'll never understand. It tastes icky to me. I kept to reading and making sure Oz was ummm satisfied. It was so much fun. And then one afternoon who comes barging in from nowhere that bufoon Onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz had an alarm set when Onslaught was within 200 kilometers of the bungalow. Unfortunatley we didn't know that Onslaught could open portals and appear anywhere. So when he suddenly showed up and started his stupid monologing, it set of the alarm and woke Oz with such a fright he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/shoppinghome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/shoppinghome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was comming home from the shopping and I heard both the alarm and the scream. I rushed out. Onslaught was standing over Koma. He had gotten caught in the hammock. I told him hammocks were no good. They're stupid and you can never have two in them. Well Onslaught was screaming at Oz and I took action and shot him with my neural destabiliser. I went and helped Oz put of the hammock. From behind me somone spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me. I uh am Fred. I need you help." It was a Fox. Oz got out of the hammock and went to deal with Onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;"Could you not do that." asked Fred.&lt;br /&gt;"Why. Its Onlsaught, and he needs to be taken to the dampner chamber. Then we ring the X-Men and they take him away. " answered Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Well becauseI have a plan. I'd like you to be a part of it." Fred got Koma's attention.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats you plan?" asked Koma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115848449709680482?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115848449709680482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115848449709680482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115848449709680482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115848449709680482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-holiday-and-how-onlsaught-ruined-it.html' title='My holiday and how Onlsaught ruined it.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115745190818860250</id><published>2006-09-05T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:21:07.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We take over the mansion?</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/normal_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/320/normal_15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I woke up on the bed with Koma. I asked him what happened. My last memories were of being watched by Gaia. He told me that his memory had been wiped but his wetware memory had'nt. He was confused and angry. I went to hug him and I fell through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I was a hologram, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well VADAR had made a new body for me which was great. Let me tell you there is nothing as bad as being a hologram. Your not able to touch anything or anyone. It feels like your a ghost, but not in a cool creepy way. I love having a body the benfits are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Koma viewed all the footage of his missing week. He got mad, really mad. He didn't want me to know what he was going to do, but I knew itwas something bad. Its not like he was going to ask the Professor nicley. Koma's an Evil Genius and he beleived it was confrontation time. So off we went to Xaviers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teleported straight into the Professors office. He was a sad sight. He was holding a ring and a tear was running down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma if this is another stupid plan were not intrested in playing with you anymore. Go bug the Martian." Xavier snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wiped my mind. I'm sure you wiped others too. Probably the whole world." Koma's voice was flat emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was required." Xavier didn't deny it. I sensed a build up of psionic energy. If I sensed it then Koma did too. "Now go back home and wipe your memory and Lins memory. It didn't happen." suggests Xavier. Koma just stood there and glared at Xavier. "So you have psionic dampners now Koma.Touche!" exclaimed Xavier. He rolls out from behind his desk right up to Koma. "I did it because someone needed it." Xavier explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaia needs this...." Koma searched for the word."crime. Don't you mean your crusade needs this." accuses Koma. "You can't have the world know just how powerfull these children are. If they knew you'd have been taken over by the government years ago. And this isn't the first time you've done it either. Just what kind of monster are you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier scowls. I sense another build up of psionic energy. This time it wasn't finese Xavier was trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma and I crash through the door into the hallway. Xavier hit us with a psionic slap. We go to get up and hear, SNIKT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get up slowly. You may look hot but you don't smell it." threatened Wolverine. "Koma what're you doin' here? I thought I told you what I'd do if ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma teleported Wolverine to a place he wouldn't like. Koma stands up and points a neural destabiliser at Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a reason to do this. Chuck." threatens Koma. "You can't stop me with that brain of yours. Without that advantage your not much are you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really." defies Xavier. Using telekenisis he activated the weapons in his chair. The guns fired. Koma blocked them with his magno-shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blur of blue fur streaked past us. The disrupter was snatched from Koma's hand. The gun-fire was a diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin activate procedure omega5." orders Dr McCoy. Koma looks at me as I get up walk over to DrMcCoy. I hold my hand out and he gives me the neural disrupter. I fire it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phzzzzzummm!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCoy and Xavier lie unconscious on the floor. They really thought Oz hadn't removed all of the protocols that DrMcCoy put in me. I am always greatfull to Dr McCoy for creating me, but I love Koma. Anyway he was just unconscious. I asked Koma what do we do know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We deal with Gaia now." he stares darkly and walks down the hallway. I followed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115745190818860250?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115745190818860250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115745190818860250' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115745190818860250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115745190818860250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-take-over-mansion.html' title='We take over the mansion?'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115693033313255921</id><published>2006-08-30T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:32:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henchman Cries.</title><content type='html'>Read&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt; Vegta's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prof X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdelena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Koma's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad seeing Henchman in New York. He was devestated. Ruined. I wondered if thats how Oz (remember I call Koma Oz now) felt when he thought I was dead. If he looked anything like Henchmnan did I'm real glad I really wasn't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy wanted Oz to send him to where Gaia was. Now I wanted Oz to help but sending Henchman to Gaia. Gaia would surely kill him. But he was broken, there was nothing else Henchman wanted but his chance at redemtion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz let him go, it was suicide. We watched the sensor feed from Henchmans cybernetics. The battle was brutal. Henchman got in some hits and for a moment it looked liek he'd win. But Gaia was more powerful. I begged Oz to bring him back, and Oz paused. I couldn't beleive it. I thought for a moment that he was going to let Henchman die. Henchman got in one last parting shot and Oz sent him and me to the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman was in the dampner cell to ease the strain on his enregy cell. It would regenerate but it would take some time. Henchmans real pain was inside him. Wether that would ever heal was only known to Henchman himself. I entered the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I failed Lin." Babbled Henchman. "I couldn't save Maggie and I couldn't avenge her death." I knew what he needed. I took him in my arms, and held him. There was noone there but us. He cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of was, I'm glad I'm alive for Oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115693033313255921?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115693033313255921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115693033313255921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115693033313255921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115693033313255921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/henchman-cries.html' title='Henchman Cries.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115677292647679249</id><published>2006-08-28T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:48:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets go save the world</title><content type='html'>Oz showed me the devastation that Gaia had wrought on New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dreadfull. I saw Magdelena hanging on a grave crucifix. I'm sure she was dead. Then Iceman and Cyclops were dead. We had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz said something sarcastic to help him forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh I'm calling Koma Oz now. His name is Austin and the Australian knickname for someone called Austin or Oswald is Oz, its so mch better than Komy. Thats a bit childish and I am more than six months old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could help. I knew we could help. And I knew we could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was planning and schemeing. He looks so cute when he plans and schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set something in motion in Russia. I wasn't sure what it was but he's getting real good at hacking systems with his brain. I'm so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its off to New York. I can't wait to see us win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia your as good as beaten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115677292647679249?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115677292647679249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115677292647679249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115677292647679249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115677292647679249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-go-save-world.html' title='Lets go save the world'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115632481343464300</id><published>2006-08-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:22:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over Jem I'm the hologram in this blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, if you don't know whats been happening. You haven't been reading Komy's blog or you all thought I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/lindsay_lohan_701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/lindsay_lohan_701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/lindsay_lohan_701.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a hologram right now. Komys yet to start building a new body for me but I've just got to tell you about the week we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy and I spent the week with Lindsay. It was so much fun. We played parent trap till we laughed ourselves silly. I even was able to make myself look like Lindsay when she did the movie Parent Trap. That really made the paparazi go wild when Lindsay and I went to the shops. I can't wait to see what they make of all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Komy do. Well he slept for 3 days. He was so exhausted. I was able to get a message to Sky. I wont have my normal functions till the new body is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komys working hard on it and I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115632481343464300?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115632481343464300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115632481343464300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115632481343464300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115632481343464300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/move-over-jem-im-hologram-in-this-blog.html' title='Move over Jem I&apos;m the hologram in this blog.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115571303843665779</id><published>2006-08-16T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:23:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pregnant, with Ultron!</title><content type='html'>Well that bitch Kerrick threatened Lindsay. I lept at her. It didn't work, she teleported as I lept. I crashed into the trailers dining table smashing it to pieces. I got back up immediatley, but it was too late. Kerrick had the gun at Lindsays head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always wanted to kill someone famous." Kerrick chuckled. "Give me the Ultron chip you have. Or I kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crazy enough to do it. She was willing to use SHIELD to get back at Komy, she'd kill Lindsay. Then I could be Lindsay, hmmmm. No thats stipid. But I did have another idea. I'll give her a chip allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ejected a chip and I threw it at her. Kerrick didn't even try and catch it. She slapped Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can get me that, slowly. This isn't a movie bitch." Kerrick held the gun firmly and followed as Lindsay picked up the chip. She gave it to Kerrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." Kerrick said scarcasticly. She put the chip into a device on her arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must think I'm a fool. This is you backed up. For that Miss Lohan gets hurt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BANG- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrick fired at Lindsay but she missed deliberatley. I went to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Lin-bot you stay there or next time you loose your twin." Kerick was enjoying this too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway" she continued. "I can kill Austin anytime I want. And now I have your schematics from your chip so even you are toast. But I still need you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choice did I have. I gave Kerrick the Ultron chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrick didn't know where or who Mysitique was so she told me to find her. I checked the calculations to break the jamming Kerrick had put to stop me from teleporting. It was ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the lead with Lindsay behind me and Kerrick behind Lindsay pointing the gun at Lindsay's back. I had a lock on Mystique. We got to the trailer where she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats the directors trailer!"said Lindsay. "She can be guys and girls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As if thats going to matter to you." snapped Kerrick who came to the front."And don't think I can't kill Austin from here Lin-bot." Kerrick beat her fist on the trailer door. It opened there was the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wada-ya all want. Whats this anotha game. Ahh ya both crazy get outta my sight." screamed the Director. He went to slam the door and Kerrick pointed the gun in his face. I turned shielding Lindsay and grabbed her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your leaving, Komy will find you." I said quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats this..." was all Lindsay said as I teleported her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BANG- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrick shot me, it didn't hurt. No damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still here. And you need me." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a madhouse I'm outta this movie." the Director screamed as he slammed the door of his trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystique." shouted Kerrick. "My name is Kerrick we talked about Ultron." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened again and Mystique was standing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About time. Where's my money."she demanded. "Oh hello Lin, hows Koma." Mystique smiled confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a moment I'll get my partner." Kerrick pressed a few buttons on the controller on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your money with compliments of Cyberdyne." said Mia with a rather large breif case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique stepped out of the trailer. Took the briefcase. Handed a small box to Mia and with that she walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to teleport but I couldn't. It wasn't the jamming. I couldn't even move. I stared at Kerrick and Mia, the two were smiling at each other. Mia gave Kerrick the box, obviously it had the chip in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One, two and now three chips." taunted Mia."Oh and if you ever get the chance, tell Henchman he's a terrible lover." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She wont have a chance dear." replied Kerrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh great evil Lesbians' I thought 'How bad is this going to get.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because" continued Kerrick approaching me with the three chips. "Lin-bot here is going to give birth to Ultron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that bad. Komy help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komys blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115571303843665779?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115571303843665779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115571303843665779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115571303843665779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115571303843665779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-pregnant-with-ultron.html' title='I&apos;m pregnant, with Ultron!'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115546724815227230</id><published>2006-08-13T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T04:07:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting Lawyers is fun</title><content type='html'>VADAR got back to me and said that Komy was ok. So I went to save Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawson-Fyfe was holding Lin in one of the shacks at the location. He had her tied up and he was holding an angle grinder to her face. That was it. I'm going to rid the world of a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up quickly to him grabbed the hand with the angle grinder and crushed it. He screamed. I kicked him where it hurts, hard. There was a chance he could reproduce but it was only slight. While he writhed on the floor still screaming I untied Lindsay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is all of this about?" asked Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prentiss here is working for CYberdyne. They want something that Mystique has." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats that?" asked Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chip holding a being called Ultron. Cyberdyne think they can control him. SHIELD want it to. We have to find Mystique before everyone else does. Get the chip from her and then destroy them." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds dangerous." replies Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored that. Lindsay would just get in the way. I searched for Mystique with my sensors. She was at the location but couldn't pinpoint where she was. I realised Lawson-Fyfe had stopped screaming. He had gone. I was concentrating too hard on where Mystique was. SHIELD would find him. I needed to get Lindsay to saftey. I went to teleport us out. Nothing happened. A new jamming feild was in place. I needed time to re-calculate a solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed Lindsay by the hand. "We should go to my trailer, its more secure. Komy put tons of stuff there." I told her. I led her through the location, the SHIELD agents had left. That was good and bad. But good for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the trailer. Unfortunatley someone beat us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why its the Lohan twins." uttered a woman with the short blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kerrick, does Fury know your here?" I quipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fury doesn't control me Lin. Hello Miss Lohan, if that really is you." Kerrick pulls out a small device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BEEP' the device sounds off its result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrick reads the reult. "So you are Lindsay Lohan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats what I've been telling people all day." snaps Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All day?" asks Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah the director, Phill the assistant were asking if I was you or not. They still can't tell us apart." answers Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Kerrick and kept whatching her. I needed time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the director had been making sure Lindsay wasn't me then the director could be working for SHEILD or even worse Cyberdyne. But Lawson-Fyfe was working for Cyberdyne, Kerrick seems to be working for herself trying to get back at Komy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dumping her. Lindsay was Lindsay. Komy was OK but not here, Sky was in Germany and Henchman was in New York. I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked on Sky. She was in England with Magneto, the chip wasn't there. It was just a trap. I tried to contact Henchman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't his systems were down. Then that must have been a trap too. This wasn't looking good. There was only one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person who was left unaccounted for. Mystique and everyone was looking for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should look for Mystique together, Kerrick" I offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm. That sounds intresting. Yes lets go." Kerrick then raised a gun and pointed it at Lindsay. "But Miss Lohan is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comming with us. As insurance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bitch' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchmans Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115546724815227230?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115546724815227230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115546724815227230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115546724815227230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115546724815227230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurting-lawyers-is-fun.html' title='Hurting Lawyers is fun'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115493468178932709</id><published>2006-08-06T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:11:21.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a virus, now Cyberdyne has a virus</title><content type='html'>Well I contacted Sky and she was so angry at Magneto. I tried to tell her what was happening with Komy but she was adamant that I should come and join her to kill Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that Mystique was here at the movie location. This was a little lie. I knew she had been here, I'd sensed her as did Komy. But I couldn't be 100% sure that she was always here. After I showed her the sensor information that proved Mystique was here Sky clamed down a bit. She still beleived Magneto was cheating on her, but now I had her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Henhcman comes in with that slut Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cyberdyne has the two chips Sky lost." He announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that Sky lost the chips. But I didn't have time to ask what had happened because Sky had heard what Henchman said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE ARE THEY. I NEED THEM, NOW!" Sky screamed through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! Calm down Lin." said Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." I appologised. "That was Sky I am in direct communication with her right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats good cause there's three places the chips could be in. Sky could go and checkout one of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Mia. She could go." I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm staying, with my Guy." repiled the tart Mia. She's got her claws into him so far. Henchman doesn't know what he's got himself into. It can only end in disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henhcman told us where the three places were. One was the European Headquaters, the other was the Head Office in New York and the third was the Pacific Headquarters in Sydney. Henchman said he and Mia would go to New York, Sky informed me that she knew the European Headquarters so she'd go there. Which left Sydney for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the solution to the teleportation jamming from SHEILD. So I could quite easily send Henchman and Mia to New York. I then went to Sydney. They had a whole bulding in the Sydney CBD you could see the Harbour, the bridge, the opera house. It was very pretty. Hell has harbour views Komy once said to me. I never understood that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was easy to get through their security. I just connected to the system, told it to let me in. Simple. Well when your a synthetic lifeform it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chips were in a vault on the 23rd floor. It seemed a walk in the park. But then I looked further into the system. There was a trap laid for Komy. They didn't know he was captured by SHEILD. I tapped in directly to the communications system, they were waiting for Komy. Some said that they should try and capture me. Others said to wait. I had located the traps and where the gaurds were. If I was Sky I'd go and take out everyone and destroy the building. I decided not to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleported directly into the vault, found the chip, checked it was Ultrons chip. He was in there screaming wanting to get out. A little mad genie who wanted to be a god. I felt sad for him. The Cyberdyne people were searching for me, they were confused and angry. Shouting at each other. I left a virus in the system. It would take this building offline for at least two days. I teleported out to the harbour bridge, I listend to the chaos I created as the virus destroyed system after system in the building. After I had my fun I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the movie location, I did a full sensor sweep. There were SHEILD agents everywhere, Komy had escaped. He wasn't on the Helicarrier, he wasn't at the movie location. It was then that I got a message from VADAR, Komy was at the workshop. Then my sensors picked up a conversation from a mobile phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Mystiques here. We've got her she'll change back when we start the interogation." said a voice I recognised as Prentiss Lawson-Fyfe. Then in the background I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prentiss you idoit I'm not this mutant. You've gone crazy." it was Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up bitch!" shouted Lawson-Fyfe "You'll change when we start with this. Brrrrrring" the last sound was some kind of electrical device. The bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, Lindsay isn't Mystiquye. At least she wan't when I last saw her. Komys in pain. Oh dear. I was so confident before all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115493468178932709?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115493468178932709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115493468178932709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115493468178932709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115493468178932709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-virus-now-cyberdyne-has-virus.html' title='I have a virus, now Cyberdyne has a virus'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115450129057270876</id><published>2006-08-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T03:39:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Komys where?</title><content type='html'>continued from &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchmans Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so cool. Lindsay and I have gotten on so well, I couldn't have dreamed it could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most of our time playing parent trap on the cast and crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/opr01JKC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/320/opr01JKC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Komy can tell us apart. When the stunt work does start its hard and goes for a really long time. We were doing this one stunt and it started at 4 in the morning. Then we had two other stunts to do and then we got back to bed by 11pm and back up at 4am again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was human I'd be a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line of the movie seems pretty simple. Husband and wife dive team with daughter in tow (Lindsay) are making a documentry on pacific volcanoes. Then while filming on an inhabitied island aliens land into the volcano. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/54940700.SamoanTwoBW3C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/54940700.SamoanTwoBW3C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Islanders are all spooked. The old ones beleive the gods have returned. The young ones just want to flee but the aliens have them all trapped by a force shield around the island. The volcano threatens to go supernova and the only way to stop it is to beat the Aleins. There's a whole tomb raider thing going on and Lindsay has a really hunky islander guy to help her. He's cute in a musclular tough way. I wish Komy had muscles like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I got back to the tralier after shooting and there was Henchman and Mia Payne with him. They smelt of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was pleased she wasn't into Komy, but I still threatened her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of here before your ashes Payne" I snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If anything happens to me your precious Komy wont be released." she answered flatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to Henchman, he nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you still had sex with her?" I fumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was before we got here." disputed Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did it here before I got back. Henchman you can't lie to me you both stink of sex." I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that Lindsay came calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin is everything all right." she asked I could hear the concern in her voice. She was a true sister. But I couldn't let her get involved in all of this. She's an actor she wouldn't be able to hold her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just role paying with Komy Lin don't worry. You know just a bit of fun Sister." I replied all cute and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh all right I wasn't here. Have fun you two." Lindsay left and I glared at Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spill it now Payne." I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHEILD are intrested in Ultron and getting if not one then all of the chips. They know you have them. Fury wants them, if not then Koma is going to the Vault." threatens Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't have them." I pleaded. "I gave them to Komy and he gave them to Magneto who gave them to Sky. After that I don't know what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia put her hand to her left ear. "Yes sir"&lt;br /&gt;She had an earpiece. I picked up the other end of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Payne make sure she's not just towing Koma's line." it was Fury. He was above us all in that absured Helicarrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard all of that Fury. I'm telling the truth. If I had the chips I'd give them to you." My reply got an answer but not what I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were teleported to the Helicarrier. Fury was in front of us. Henchman went into a fighting pose and powered up. I couldn't see Komy, so I did the same. Payne walked to Fury's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sugest you both power down. We have no desire to detain either of you." orders Fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Koma?" demands Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma is elsewhere and it will stay that way until you get us one, two or all of the chips. Then Koma is released if not then well I'm sure Koma can hold his own in the Vault." after that Henchman and I were teleported back into the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that didn't go well at all." mumbled Henhcman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I better contact Sky. She'll be trying to find Mystique." I checked my messages. Oh dear Sky whats wrong. I must contact her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchmans Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115450129057270876?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115450129057270876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115450129057270876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115450129057270876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115450129057270876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/08/komys-where.html' title='Komys where?'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115425462277786117</id><published>2006-07-30T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:17:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh I'm so excited. A movie I'm going to do a movie.</title><content type='html'>You know there are days when you dream that something exciting will happen to you. Well today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real Lindsay Lohan came over and offered me the role of playing her stunt double. I was so excited. This is sooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the lawyer Lawson-Fyfe came over and picked Komy and I and took us to the hotel where He and Lindsay are staying. I got to meet Lindsay and she introduced me to her freinds they were amazed at how much we looked alike. Well kinda. But its just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy and Lawson-Fyfe talked turkey and he got some leeway on choosing the security team. He later said that he wanted to ask Henchman to come and be on the security team just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy trusts Henchman and so do I. So Komy signed the dotted line and I asked where I had to sign and everyone laughed. I didn't get it so I just laughed along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie looks really cool. Its all about an alien spaceship that lands in a volcano on a tropical island. Lindsay and I play the wife of a husband wife dive team. Sort of like the Cousteas and the Swiss family robinson. Theres a hunky naval officer as well and the aliens will be added in by CGI. But with me they can do so many stunts its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well we go to the location later this week. Its an island off the coast of the northern Island of New Zealand. Its not that tropical but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Komy expects danger. But he's being pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115425462277786117?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115425462277786117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115425462277786117' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115425462277786117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115425462277786117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohh-im-so-excited-movie-im-going-to-do.html' title='Ohh I&apos;m so excited. A movie I&apos;m going to do a movie.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115389898110178721</id><published>2006-07-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:29:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger managment the Lin-bot way.</title><content type='html'>I will admit I was struggling. Komy came by and tried to console me, but I was way too sad. Too sad to realise that there were Sentinels around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally that wouldn't be a problem for Komy but Sky had reporgrammed them to kill humans. Komy's a human. They came right for him, I think Komy got one of them but then I was a real drama queen and he didn't notice one behind him. It strung him up and gassed him. I was alone well not really cause another two Sentinels came up behind me. I sensed them powering up and dodged their blast and gave them some back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Thats what Sky means buy releasing your fury. The one that had Komy tried to make Komy-ade. I made sure that wasn't going to happen. I blasted Komy free which also made the Sentinel one handed. Then I decided to reprogram it the nasty way. While going through the files I found that Sky reporgrammed them. No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious, in one move the Sentinel was in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wasn't angry anymore. I didn't like what Sky had said but I didn't have any more anger left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Komy free and teleported us to New Zeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115389898110178721?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115389898110178721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115389898110178721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115389898110178721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115389898110178721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/anger-managment-lin-bot-way.html' title='Anger managment the Lin-bot way.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115364368222527960</id><published>2006-07-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:34:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sky don't do it.</title><content type='html'>I'm really upset. Sky and I had a fight. It was over killing Mystique. I'm really sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you all my side of what happened after I rebooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I rebooted I isolated Ultron into my backup chips. I could still hear his nasty voice, he really is an evil machine. However that gave me a chance to reprogram the remaining Terminators who were about to kill Henchman. I deactivated them. Henchman was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that uber-bitch Mystique shows up. She had a rocket launcher, as if that would work. She ordered Koma to take the chips from me and give them to her. Then she spouted some stuff about someone wanting to buy Ultron. I wondered about that and then the Toads tounge grabbed one of the chips out of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaaah thats disgusting." I screamed but noone paid any attention. I shook my hand of the slime and the other chips fell to the ground. I went to pick them up. Mystique launched the rocket, Magneto shielded us all from the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky went Terminator, she's really nasty when she's in that mode. Sky canabilised the T-800 that Ultron had controlled. It was kind of disgusting. Then she went after Mystique, Magneto made an attempt to call her back but it mattered little. She was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy wanted to find out what happened to Henchman, I wanted to stop Sky. So I didn't tell Komy that Henchman was fine. Magneto said he'd take me there, so Komy relented. Magneto took me some of the way but there were Sentinels in the way. Once they saw Magneto they all came to get him. Magneto dropped me off and told me to go and help Sky. I said I'd do my best. He went off to fight the Sentinels and I went to find Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was running I thought about who called the Sentinals. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/myst_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3337/2935/1600/myst_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped when I saw Sky. She had used up all her reserves and had reverted to her metalic form. She was desperate to fulfill the termination order. It would kill her. I had to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also I realised that Mystique though being a real bitch could really accesorise. Bracelets and matching gun. Thats not just fashion sense but a fashion life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky stop I screammed. She did hear me. Sky  threw Mystique at my feet. Mystique was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky ordered me to Terminate Mystique, Mystique was badly injured, not enough to die. But she was hurt alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  looked at Mystique and I told her that I can't do that. Again she ordered. In fact this time she shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do it Lin Terminate her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed away from her, she looked dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I can't. Komy.." I replied. I looked around for Komy.  He was nowhere. Where was he. Sky was going to terminate me I could sense the order. But she stopped. In her mind the order was being stopped by the dreamweaver personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin your in a crisis, your not in parity with your other self." I tried to talk her down and explain what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystique will be eliminated." Sky realised that killing Mystique was something her other self didn't care for. Mystique was gone. Even I didn't mind that. She's a coniving bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the Sentinels grabbed Sky. I tried to help but it didn't take Sky long to control the Sentinel but by that time though Mystique had escaped in a helicopter. Toad had gotten it ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eww" I don't even want to think about him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto calmed Sky down, and as they passed me I asked Sky if she was mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky doesn't answer me. But she talks out loud. "Next time she betrays someone it may be Koma she causes to be terminated.... to die... I am not angry, I am disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I did wrong. I think my sis is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me Komy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115364368222527960?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115364368222527960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115364368222527960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115364368222527960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115364368222527960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-sky-dont-do-it.html' title='No Sky don&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115328930746631422</id><published>2006-07-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:08:27.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope Komy's plan works!</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchmans Blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magnetos Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy teleported Henchman and I too the battlefield. It was a mess. Magneto doesn't have any order when he attacks. Henchman was right when he said the when you have a plan it makes all comes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy told me to find Sky. I knew exactly where she was. I ran to her, Magneto and Komy followed. While we were running to help Sky Komy told Magneto of his plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew having you around would help me." was Magnetos reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he never end a sentace without refering to himself. I'm starting to understand why Henchman doesn't like him. Yet I do know why Sky likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be brave. This might not work. Komy told me that if Ultron guesses that I'm not what he thinks I am he'll escspe elsewhere. I sensed another there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique. Whats that uptight bitch doing here? I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that thought we came upon Sky and Ultron. They were so evenly matched. When Sky destroyed one of the terminators Ultron just jumped into another one. Eventually Sky was fighting the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Komy and he nodded. I jumped down into the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky transmitted a message to me&lt;br /&gt;--No Lin go! get out of here! He could try to control you. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My entry must have distrubed Sky beacause Ultron was able to get the advantage in the fight and kick her to Magneto's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky rushed to her feet to stop Ultron but Magneto held her back. He whispered into her ear and Sky still squirmed but she was too weak to resist his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel Ultron scanning me. It was quite disgustuing. He scans like a ditry old man leers and not in a foppish good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned off my synthetic brain. I hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchmans Blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magnetos Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115328930746631422?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115328930746631422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115328930746631422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115328930746631422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115328930746631422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hope-komys-plan-works.html' title='I hope Komy&apos;s plan works!'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115311752178194736</id><published>2006-07-16T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:25:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble with a capital U</title><content type='html'>Komy and I were having such a great time in New Zeeland. We got invited to a party where they buried the meal in the sand with coals and covered in aluminium foil. They called it a Hungi. It smelled amazing. The peope were so wonderful and they all could sing. And I really mean sing. Komy joined in they asked me to join in but I got all shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/opr01A4V.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/opr01A4V.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did play the ukelelee though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great night. As Komy and I walked home hand in hand I wanted this all to end the right way. But things always end up conspiring against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed Sky was in trouble. I told Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky's in trouble." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They've gone to take on Ultron?" asked Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magneto has the Brotherhood there, and Sky went to. She's fighting Ultron right now, they're too evenly matched."&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Komy wiped away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll fix this Lin. I promise you but you have to be brave. No more tears till its all over. Is that clear." Komy was all strong and hero like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we going to do?"I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I know how to beat this Ultron." replied Komy he was so strong. "But we'll need someone I can trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that we teleported away to the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued in &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komys Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115311752178194736?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115311752178194736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115311752178194736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115311752178194736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115311752178194736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/trouble-with-capital-u.html' title='Trouble with a capital U'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115302487428568069</id><published>2006-07-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:41:14.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting with Komy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;continuing on from &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Komy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt; Magnetos Blog &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky's Blog &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maegneto and Sky were telepoted from that crazy Mystique (she really needs a man or a woman or whatever she prefers, and she needs it now), Komy decided that Sky and Magneto needed a little bit of privacy. So we left them alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy and I had coffee and cake at this little cafe somewhere in New Zeland. It was nice but the accent of the people there is really strange. They say Chups when meaning Chips, and vugies for vegies. I have to say I was quite confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy had no problems with the accent. They all recognised his Australian accent and all told him about how the All-blucks kucked your arses. At first I thought they were bullying Komy, but Komy said it had soemthing to do with a Rugby game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a walk on the beach (which was really great, especially after being in that awful gaol) Komy called VADAR to see if the cocoon had started to break up. VADAR replied that the cocoon was being broken downand that Magneto was starting to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy didn't teleport us off the beach, but started to walk up the dunes. I asked him where he was going when I recieved an access signal from VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;The lair was here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past a couple of what were holiday houses. And up to an old weatherboard house. Komy walked up to the door and unlocked it. It smelled musty but nice. VADAR greeted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Welcome Koma, WelcomLin. Magneto is waking up in hideout #4.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like this place Komy. Can we come here again." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When this Ultron thing blows over Lin. I want us to spend alot of time here." replied Komy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yessss!" I shouted as I jumped up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VADAR, have the Brotherhood left the workshop?" Komy asked VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not all Mystique is waiting for you.' answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap. Oh well as long as Magneto is awake then Mystique wont do anything. I hope"  said my Komy. He was worried about Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy opened a door and we walked into hideout #4. That door teleporting is really weird but I kinda like it. It makes you feel like Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto was awake but still inside the cocoon, Komy told Magneto what Mystique did, and that she was waiting for him. Magneto told Komy not to worry and to teleport him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy did and we were left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets go back to New Zeeland" I said "I like that beach alot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy smiled, I took his hand and we went back to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a picture Komy took. He's so good with a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_172186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_172186.jpg" alt="" 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/30189975-115302487428568069?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115302487428568069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115302487428568069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115302487428568069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115302487428568069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiting-with-komy.html' title='Waiting with Komy'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115249597960177299</id><published>2006-07-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:46:19.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover Mission</title><content type='html'>Komy made a copy of me. I didn't know what to say. At first I didn't know how to take it. Well I thought of something else it could be used for but Komy said it couldn't do that. Yet. I giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique groaned. Well she would she's hasn't been getting any attention at all. Maybe Komy should make a man for her. Well she can be a man. Oh that is a quandry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Komy used his Point to Point teleportation (not the normal one that he had to give to SHEILD. That Fury is so uptight) to get me and Mystique out of the lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out of the lair to the hotel room Mystique was using she read me the riot act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a machine and you do what I tell you to. The only reason your doing this and not me is that you can get through the gene scanners at the vault and I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was look at the hotel room. It was a mess. She's spent too much time on the run and needs a make over and a massage. I didn't tell her that. After that she taught me the people I needed to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned into Xavier and I copied her. She turned into Magneto and I copied her. She then did Magnetos face with Xaviers body. I did that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think she was impressed but she didn't show it. I got changed into Xavier and put on the suit, I'd never crossed dressed before. It wasn't all the fun that I thought it'd be. Guys get all the fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we had to get Magneto out. She took the form of Cyclops and drove me to the Vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy to get through the gene sensors (they only check people on the way in.) I got to Magneto. We switched clothes and Magneto put the face on. After that Magneto left. I sat down and waited for Komy to come and rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaol is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read - &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magneto&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt; Henchman&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt; Komy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115249597960177299?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115249597960177299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115249597960177299' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115249597960177299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115249597960177299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/undercover-mission.html' title='Undercover Mission'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115207049191719053</id><published>2006-07-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:34:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>I woke up in a workshop this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dissorientated, its a very different feeling. Normally I know exactly whats around me and exactly where I am on the planet. Komy has a satelite network that enables his teleportation. He had me linked up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/000001-lindsay_lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/000001-lindsay_lohan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't walk, or move my head. I looked down my body had gone. I searched the workshop as well as I could but I couldn't find my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Komy....." I waited for his reply. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered where he was so I asked the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computer where's Komy" Komy had a new Linux based computer. It likes me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes Miss Lin. Koma is in the living quarters of hideout number 3.' replied the polite dissembodied voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you... why doesn't Komy give you a name?" I was just thinking out loud. Funny I've never done that before. The computer took it as a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He never named me but I am a Vocal Advanced Data Encryption Response System TS-5 total home computer.' replied the Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well aren't most computers named after an acronym of thier names. So I'll call you VADER" I named VADER. That felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Komy walked in with a young woman.&lt;br /&gt;"..yes Mia I make robots. I call them synthoids. They're synthetic copies of people. Its an advanced science." said Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So they look like people and act like people but are really machines?" asked Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was somewhere in her mid 20's, she had mousey brown hair and perfect alabaster skin. She wore a little green halter top, and yellow pants. I dissliked her from the moment I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No not entirely. They feel and sound and act exactly like people." Komy realised that I was awake. "Oh Lin your up. Thats great. Mia allow me to introduce Lin. Lin this is Mia she's Contstrictors daughter. Well.. was, sort of" Thats my Komy always stumbling over his past and present tense. He's the cutest when fumbling over words. Like Hugh Grant but with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm Hi" said Mia "So your a copy of Lindasy Wagner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lindsay Lohan, Mia" corected Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I see know. So where's the rest of its body" Mia asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It. It.' I screamed in  my head. 'Thats it bitch when I get my body your next on the list.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy came to my rescue."Oh Lins no it. She's fully sentient a whole synthetic life form. She's as human as you and me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats just weird Koma. So where's my fathers suit?" said the filthy little slut Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so angry at this woman? Am I jealous? Why am I jealous? Really I know Komy loves me and me alone. I mean why would he want her when he can have me, absoute perfection when she's.&lt;br /&gt;[activating sensors. Checking subject Mia Payne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what's this. Oh its another one of Skys updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mia Payne 25 years old. Caucasian. Born Wisconson June 12, 1980.]&lt;br /&gt;[SHIELD agent retired two days ago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEILD aren't they the good guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SHEILD file - Trained in hand to hand combat. Black Belt Karate, Judo, skilled in small weapons. ....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information continued on Mia. It seems that her fathers death had made her retire from SHEILD to (and this was a guess on my part) to kill Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto was Sky's love and she told Komy to look after Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So there it is for you." said Komy to Mia handing her her fathers suit. As Komy went to give it to her their hands brushed . You know like they do in those movies that Komy hates. Komy looked in her eyes and she looked deep into his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never looked that way with me, could he be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing later?" asked Mia, the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.." Komy was smiling slyly like he does before we..well you all know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Komy haven't you got to fix me up. Honey" I said as coyly as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Lins right I've got to get her up and running and then figure a way to get Magneto out of jail" Komy always says too much when he's thinking of IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" was all that man robber could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that. She and Komy left. VADER connected me into the security system and I watched as Komy escorted her out. I was so gratefull that she had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew she would be back. And next time I'd be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all (except Mia Payne, Hah! Payne pain. I she sure is one. Gonna make her feel some pain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115207049191719053?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115207049191719053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115207049191719053' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115207049191719053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115207049191719053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115173614755674802</id><published>2006-06-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:42:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd try something a little kinky for my Komy so I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/exoticdancernamegenerator/"&gt;Exotic Dancer Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think that goes with honey.&lt;br /&gt;I can't use cream cause Komys lactose intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115173614755674802?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115173614755674802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115173614755674802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115173614755674802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115173614755674802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115154505878994650</id><published>2006-06-28T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:41:07.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats New Lover</title><content type='html'>"Lin?" Komy asked after I had broken out of the ice and changed back to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes honey, its me." I answered&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy I'd surprised him I skipped over and gave hima big hug.&lt;br /&gt;"I got the Martian for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" my snugums asked. He was dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about how I was really injured from the Martians attack, and that Sky fixed me up and she gave me upgrades. I'm sentient now. Completley and totally an artifical life form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komy just stood there his mouth open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky did this. Why?" Komy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She sees me as little sister. Family." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Komy stood there, but this time he had his hand on his chin thinking. He's so cute when he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/lindsay_lohan_701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/lindsay_lohan_701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at him, playfully. And grabbed his hand. He looked at me and I looked at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa! You are sentient." he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I am. We should go and save Sky now. That Ultron needs hurting." I scowled and my eyes went red again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen that before. Lin. This is all so new..." he started but was interupted by Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm hmm. Before this goes any further, Magneto wants to see you. And Henchman has been calling for you. He wants in." finshes Mystique disgusted over talking about the Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll talk about this later Lin. Magneto needs our help" said Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok honey." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked off to see Magento Pyro whispered in Komy's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can ya make me one of them, mate!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115154505878994650?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115154505878994650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115154505878994650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115154505878994650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115154505878994650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-new-lover.html' title='Whats New Lover'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115138585670455995</id><published>2006-06-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:24:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there something different. Yes there is.</title><content type='html'>I got off the phone with Komy and he was a bit scared but He'll do really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the battle rage on outside the lair and well, I kept an eye on Komy. He got headbutted by that tramp Power-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Eevholmes/PowerGirl/PowerGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Eevholmes/PowerGirl/PowerGirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at her posing after she headbutts my Komy, even though he's in his battle suit (which I think makes him look really buff) he's still a normal guy. I got angry and something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been angry before it was a new emotion. I thought about all the things I could do to Power Girl. I then heard Sky in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whatch what I make her dream sister.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sister' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look inside you are stronger now. Learn you are more now than you have ever been' revealed Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a systems check. I had independent thinking programmes, and as well an updated emotional protocol. I was in full control, sentient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Wait till I tell Komy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is more my sister.' Began Sky Ughh!. Ultron. Protect yourself sister, you are independant of Cyberdyne. He cannot control you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out onto the battle and I saw that nasty Ultron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of you pests will be exterminated by Ultron!"  he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the confusion he grabbed Sky.&lt;br /&gt;"Now I have what I came for!" Ultron cried as he blasted off into the air.&lt;br /&gt;All the Terminators stopped moving, frozen in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/1600/power-lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5677/3232/200/power-lin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got angry  again and this time I changed.&lt;br /&gt;Sky has made me strong, and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kodiak and Wolverine with Komy up against a tree. Wolverine had all but his middle claw out.&lt;br /&gt;Kodiak was telling him to kill Komy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more little missy. Time to save my Komy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115138585670455995?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115138585670455995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115138585670455995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115138585670455995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115138585670455995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-there-something-different-yes-there.html' title='Is there something different. Yes there is.'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30189975.post-115113772224672592</id><published>2006-06-24T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:28:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That darstardly Martian</title><content type='html'>Well we got home after that episode with Magneto and that very mean Sky. And Komy sat me down and told me never to send any synthoids to kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was only trying to protect him.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped being angry after that. I got him beer and made him some pizza. He loves it with honey. He just loves honey he has it on, toast, in his coffee, one me.&lt;br /&gt;Opps! I wan't supposed to tell you all that.&lt;br /&gt;Well after Komy had had something to eat and was watching some of the World Cup I decided to slip into something comfortable. When all of the sudden there was a strange green man at the door. He kinda looked like Nick Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/nickcagemartian.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/nickcagemartian.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked to see Komy and then he grabbed me. He phased his hand into my body and pulled out my battery. I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;By the time my secondary systems had rebooted Komy was gone and the place was a shambles. Some heros they can't even clean after themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I've got find my Komy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30189975-115113772224672592?l=synth-lin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/feeds/115113772224672592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30189975&amp;postID=115113772224672592' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115113772224672592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30189975/posts/default/115113772224672592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-darstardly-martian.html' title='That darstardly Martian'/><author><name>Synth-Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
