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    1. Master Crim 12 yrs ago

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2 yrs ago
Current The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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7 yrs ago
Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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8 yrs ago
As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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8 yrs ago
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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11 yrs ago
Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.

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I will be getting a post up by the end of tomorrow.
@KriticalKrab
I don't see her as Deathstroke's daughter, though that is for sure her picture, rather I see her as a Winter Soldier mimic. The only difference is it is Nazis rather than Hydra, and she's is a young girl. Other than that she is essentially the same.


*lays on the ground*
*walks in*
what are you doing on the ground?
James was just about done with his project, even though it looked very rough and crude it was probably the best work he could have mustered even if he had time to work on it. In the short amount of time left James was using small wooden dowels and pipe cleaners to add trees around the lake model to fill in the empty areas. putting down his supplies he looked over the model feeling very satisfied in what he had made in short time. If only I had more time, I could maybe... Do a lot worse and end up procrastinating on it completely.

looking around at the other kids and projects, James was glad that no one had taken notice of him while he was porting around the room. He had gotten a lot of attention back home when he did that sort of thing, but it was never good. He was either called a freak or people would attempt to fight him. in response, most times, he would simply open a worm hole to walk through and disappear, but it looked like he wouldn't have to worry about that here.
Paradigm Military Research Base


A man in lab coats walked down a hallway guided by another man who was dressed in military fatigues with a patch on his arm that signified he was a Major part of a special research division. The fourth man turned his head slightly and began to speak.
"You know the Colonel won’t want to. He's going to say the same thing he did last time you asked."
"I don't care." The scientist in the lab coat said annoyed. "Circumstances have changed, and even though those kids are doing god knows what it would be better if we tried rather than watching." The man was obviously agitated at the events taking place, and that they weren't doing anything about them. The men came to an opening in the hall where a woman glanced up at them from where she sat behind a desk then back to her computer where she was watching live feed of what was happening to Jump City.

As them men entered the Major stepped forwards, saluted and stepped aside letting the scientist through then closed the door, standing in front of it. The scientist walked briskly to the desk where the Colonel sat reading reports and signing others. "What is it, Hector; do you want to send out your little toy again?"
"What would you rather do, Colonel, watch everyone die?" Hector said unabashed. The Colonel looked up at Hector from his desk.
"I give you permission to speak freely, but if you want to make remarks like that I will see that you never see that robot of yours again. Are we clear?" The Colonel showed no visible signs of being upset, but still spoke very sternly to his brother. "I understand, okay, you and I are family, but that does not mean you can walk in here and expect to get what you want. I have higher ups that I have to report to if your plans fail. There is a lot of money that has to go towards your project and cleaning up messes that it causes."
"That is a load of crap! Ironclad won’t make any mess bigger than these heroes we see now, and you don't seem too keen on stopping them."
"That is because we aren't responsible for them. What they do won't come back on us."
"But you still have to clean it up." Hector was determined to have his way this time, and would not leave with anything less than Jason being operational. "Look, Travis, I can't just sit here with a power like Ironclad and watch as Jump City is attacked and possibly destroyed. I can see you have already approved the dispatching of National Guard for safety and evacuation, and Ironclad can help with that."
Col. Travis thought for a moment looking over his papers and then to the TV that played the NEWS on mute. "Fine," He said walking to a file drawer and pulling out a file tagged League Contingency, and opened it as he put it down on his desk. "I will allow Ironclad to be active as a first responder agent until further notice. Under stood?" He said as he wrote in his command on the special orders line then signed the document.
"Yes, Colonel, I understand." Hector said taking the File that was handed to him. As he left, Col. Travis told the accompanying Major to inform the National Guard what would be happening and that Ironclad is under no squad jurisdiction, and is to be able to act freely. The Major acknowledged his orders and escorted Hector back down the hall and out to an entry area where he saw him off. Hector entered his car, started it and dialed a number on his cellphone.
“Hello, Frances… yeah I say him… yes, start the system check sequence. I will be there shortly.”

Paradigm Robotics, Ironcald Lab


“Power is stable,” A man called out from a work station, one of many in the observation cube above a room where Ironclad was held. “Accelerator core is green, Sensory readings are normal.”
“Let’s get the nanites online.” Hector said as he overlooked the group of men at their work stations. At this request a few of the people began typing in pass codes and commands that resulted in the lights along Ironclad’s exo-shell to light up a soft red.
“Nanites are online and showing operational status.”
“Start the wake-up call.” Hector said as he walked towards a door that lead to the room where Ironclad was.
“Hector, where are you going?” Frances asked.
“It would only be polite that we give him his orders in person.” Hector replied, and walked out not giving time for protest. Hector made his way down a few sets of metal grate stairs to the floor where he proceeded to approach Ironclad who was already stepping out of his, opened, containment case. “Jason, how do you feel?” Hector asked as he walked up.
“I feel fully functional.” Jason replied, his voice sounding like that of Red Tornado’s but not as modulated. “Is there need of me again?” he asked in return, looking to Hector.
“Yes,” Hector said hand Jason a small data chip. “This contains the details you will need to know for your mission.” Jason took the chip and small light trails illuminated his fingers that were in contact with the chip. It was only a second before Jason gave Hector the chip back.
“Thank you.” Jason said and turned to a hanger door that opened after Hector, who was following Jason, motioned the okay. Once at the threshold of the large open door Hector called out to Jason “I am hoping this is only a temporary assignment, and that you will be helping fight these things soon.”
“For the sake of the city,” Jason started without turning to look at Hector. “Let us hope it does not come to that.” Then he lifted up into the air and flew off with amazing speed towards Jump City.
James heard the councilors as he was was working hard on his sculpture of a lake of sorts with a dock made from Popsicle sticks and a sandy beach area where a few clay figures of people sat while others appeared to be playing a game of soccer. there were also people on the dock making their way to some paper boats while others simply dove off the end into the water. The water was just a few pieces of blue paper, underneath the set itself, lightly crumpled to resemble the wind playing across the surface creating small swells. On the other end of the lake from the dock there was a large rock like a cliff, and at the top a clay figure was looking to be running to jump off into the lake. All the features were quite rough and sloppy from James' rush to get it all put together before time was up.
I am working on getting Jason in here, and apologize for taking so long to get a post up. It is finals week and I am pretty swamped with work. I will hopefully have a post up by mid week sometime.
On his way into the mess-hall, James passed a couple of students and some very interesting creatures that seemed to be the ones in charge. Turning to watch them walk towards the office James entered the mess-hall backwards and turned around as the dogs swung close. What he saw was a bunch of people working on what looked to be art projects. James smiled and then noticed that some of them were already stepping back from their projects as to say they were done. shoot, I might be too late! without thinking about it, James opened a worm hole to one of the supply tables, walking through he grabbed a hodge podge of times, turned to look for an open table then opened another worm hole to the table and stepped through. James looked at the other kids projects and saw they all had something to do with what seemed to be camp and what they would do. With that he began furiously working away at molding some clay when he realized that something was missing. "Oh!" James looked back at the supplies squinting to see what was there. "ah, rocks!" James again used his portal to get to and from the supplies and went back at working on his project.
Let's just say that the man has a very impressive car collection and he was owed a LOT of money. Giving Bolt the car was not too much of a problem.
So, he was a mob boss/corrupt politician. XP
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