Sunday, December 31, 2006

Let the Race Begin!

“Welcome to the start of the Amazing Mutant Race 3. All the teams are gathered here at the Great Fountain in Central Park in New York City. We have 11 teams that are paired up as follows – Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator and Nightcrawler, Gyrobo and Gambit, Henchman and Elixir, Noel and Beast, Koma and Caliban, Spider-Man and Emma Frost, Vegeta and Wolverine, Warbird and Cyclops, AOC and Angel, Sqt and Mystique, and Gaia and Havok.

“Each team has been given a credit card that can only be used for airplanes and gasoline. They must keep the card, their passports, visas and official documents in the fanny pack that each team has been issued. In addition, they have been given $100 dollars in US currency to cover any other expenses they incur on this leg. They are not allowed to use any other monies or any kind of outside assistance.

“From Central Park the teams must make their way to the lobby of the tallest building in New York. There they will find their first Roadblock. A Roadblock is a task which only one team member may perform. Do you like to Monkey Around? The person selected must get up to the observation deck of the building without using the elevators.

“Now before anyone starts grumbling about Gaia just blinking herself up there, and I’m looking at you Wolverine, with her consent I placed a psionic neuro-inhibitor that will prevent her from using her reality altering powers. She will be quite limited during the race.

“At the observation deck, the player must look through the telescopes there until they find the one that displays the next destination printed on the lens.

“From there, the teams must then travel to Bloomington, Minnesota, the home of the Mall of America. There the racers will face their first Detour. A Detour is a choice between two tasks, each with its own pros and cons. Teams must successfully complete one of the tasks described on the clue in order to receive their next clue.


“In this Detour, the teams must choose between the Bear and the Block.
In the Bear, the contestants must race through the mall to each of the Build-A-Bear stations. The mall directory will tell you how many and where they are. After putting together a unique bear at each station, the teams must take their bears to the mall Day Care station and give them to the children. If the children are happy, the racers will get their next clue. But if the children aren’t satisfied, they must go back and do it again.

“In Block, the teams must make their way to the Lego Play Park where they will have to build a 10 foot tall replica of their favorite super-hero out of the Lego blocks provided there. The offical company representative will have the final say whether the creation is sufficient. If it is, the team will be given the final clue that will take them to the Pit Stop for this leg of the race. If not, then back to the drawing board.


“Once the teams have completed their challenges at the Mall of America, they must travel to the Pit Stop. This will be at the Radisson Hotel in the second largest city in Minnesota.

“Each teams’s log entry must be posted by Friday, January 5th, 2007, midnight Eastern Standard Time. The post should take the team’s travels just upto 100 yards short of the finish line. The arrival order will then be announced. The first team to arrive will get to use a Yield against the team of their choice. That means the team they chose has a one hour delay when departing the next day. The last team to arrive will be eliminated.

“Alright then, is everyone ready? Good luck racers. Ready . . set . . GO!”

Jon and Nightcrawler -- Men About Town

"Well, I wasn't too worried about not racing," I said. "I figure the Professor'd straighten everything out no problem."

"Ja," Nightcrawler agreed. "He ist very good at zose kinds of things."

"Hey, since the race starts tomorow, why don't we head to the Hero Lounge and have a few before everything goes crazy?"

"Hero Lounge? vhere ist zat?"

"You've never been to the Hero Lounge? Jeez, does Xavier keep you guys locked away until there's an enemy attacking or something?"

Nightcrawler paused for a moment.


We headed to the Hero Lounge. the place looked pretty busy, but when the bouncer saw me, he flashed us the thumbs up and let us in.

"Hey look Nightcrawler, there's Green Lantern. Why don't you stand next to him and I can take your picture."

"Vait, ist he alive or dead now?"

"I do not know. It's so confusing over there now."

"Hey, there's Captain America and Spidey. Lookin' good guys."

"Kapitän America doesn't look so happy. Vhat's up with zat?"

"I don't know. Is he the Nice, anachronistic Captain America who helps others or is he the mean, jingoistic Captain America who kicks naked prisoners in the face?"

"I don't know, mein Freund."

"Hey look, it's Green Hornet and Kato. Wow, I haven't seen you guys in a long time. Where've you been?"

"Oh, you know," Green Hornet answered. "We've been around. Care to share a shot?"

Nightcrawler and I looked at the clear liquid in his shot glass.

"Ah, no thanks, Herr Hornet," Nightcrawler declined. "Are you going to have one, Kato?"

"No," he replied grumpily. "I'm driving."

"Oh well," the Green Hornet said as he held up his glass. "Hi ho Silver, away!"
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"Hey Spidey, Hey Black Cat. Say weren't you just over there with Captain America?"

"What can I say?" Spider-Man repllied. "Everyone wants a piece of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
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"Hey Ralph! How are you doing?"

"Doing pretty well, you know," he replied. "The usual."

"Have you gotten ze flying down yet?"

"Naw, I still crash into walls sometimes. Hey, how do you keep from teleporting into walls?"

"I just haff a sence for it, you know."

"Wow. can you teach me that?"

"I don't think so."
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"What evil lurks in the herts of men? The Shadow knows!"

"Wha--! Oh, yeah thanks for sneaking up behind us like that. Great power you have there."

"I have the power to cloud men's minds so they cannot see me!" he replied mysteriously.

"Zat's your power? Vhatch zis."

With a flash of smoke, Nightcrawler teleported behind the Shadow.

"Hey, that was pretty neat!" the Shadow whistled. "Can you show me how to do that?"

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"Hey look, Kurt, there's Wolverine."

"Aw jeez, zat guy is everywhere!"

Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Race Shall Go On

"Hey, Chuck! What's this crap in the paper about the Race bein' cancelled?!"

"Now, now Logan.," I told him in my most soothing voice. "No reason to get yourself all worked up. That's just. er, posturing by CBS. I am completley confident the Race will be going on."

"It better be. You know what happens when I get mad!"

"You paint yourself green and rip off all your clothes?" came a voice from the back of the room.

"You just made the list, Koma," Wolverine replied.

"Hey! What's this about Gaia playing?" another shouted out.

"Yes Henchman," I answered, "she is playing."

"But that's not fair!" he protested. "She's too powerful!"

"Yeah," Jon chipped in. "Didn't she reform the entire planet and erase all our memories a few months ago? Or did I just dream that?"

"At least she's a mutant," Wolverine said, glaring at Jon.

"Dont worry," I replied. "It will be fair. I'll put a psychic dampener in subconsciousness. It will be an effective block that limits her powers."

There was some mild grumbling, but everyone seemed to accept it.

"Now then," I continued, "the Race is going to begin tomorrow. I will be announcing in the evening the parameters for the first leg. Your descriptions must be up by Friday. In the event there is some crisis, foreseen or unforeseen, that prevents posting in a timely fashion, let me know and I will see if we can accomidate with a one-time extension. We want to keep it fair. That also means that there is no outside assistance allowed. Allies and comrades can't help. No spaceships, no super up cars, no satillites, etc. Any team breeching the rules will incur a penalty. See you tomorrow at the starting line."

Friday, December 29, 2006

Sorry I'm late, but now I'm ready.

Yeah I know, I know, I'm late.

But coming back from the dead and learning to walk and use real limbs is hard to do. But with Hanks (Beasts) help, I believe I am ready to race.

Hank has decided to be my partner for this race. I think he wants to keep and eye on me so I don't get hurt. I don't mind. I can't think of a better X-man to race with. He is fast, agile, and very strong, plus super sexy (my opinion). And even if I'm not in top condition yet, I think we have a chance to win this race.

Now I have seen other teams pick names, is this mandatory or optional?

Cause I haven't put any thought to it yet. It is hard thinking when I spend all day working out with Hank tying to get fit. Plus have any of you seen him with out a shirt on. I know my jaw dropped to the floor the first time I seen him. All the muscle and blue fur.....

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

You want rules? You got rules.

*rolls up to podium and taps microphone*

"Yes, hello everyone? Can I have your attention please? Yes, if you could all have your seats? Caliban, just sit down. No, sit. Down. Yes, that's right. Thank you.

"No. No questions Gyrobo. I just have a few announcements to make. First of all . . Vegeta, would you please stop that? You can battle Wolverine to the death afterwards. Ok, now where was I?

"Oh yes, welcome to that Amazing Mutant Race 3. I'm glad all of you have decided to play. We've really be putting a lot of effort into arrainging for some unusual and interesting events during the race. I'm sure everyone will have a lot of fun.

"As this is a contest, there are some rules. Each leg of the race will start on Sundays, around 8pm Eastern Standard Time. You will receive your destination and the challenges you will face. Your description of you and your teammate's experiences must be up by Friday at midnight, Eastern Standard Time. If your post is not up by then, you will be eliminated.

"The official judge of the show - Simon - will comment on each poster in a fair and accurate way and then announce the arrival order. The last person to arrive will be eliminated. Simon will make his announcement on Sunday around noon, Eastern Standard Time.

"Your posts should tell of your teams travels from the start point up to about 100 yards from the finish line. Simon will then judge your posts on creativity and entertainment value.

"The deadline for signing up for the Amazing Mutant Race 3 will be this Sunday, December 31. The race will begin that day, around 8pm. Your first posts must therefore be up by January 5 at midnight.

"Now then, I have also updated the graphic a bit for the link to our site here. Those of you who have added the banner link may want to update. Those of you who haven't yet, might want to think about it. Here's the revised code. Just cut and paste -

(a href="" title="Photo Sharing")(img src="")(/a)

- and change the () to <>. Damn that pesky html.

"And for those of you who haven't yet announced who your partner is, now's the time to do so. If you haven't yet selected a mutant teammate, one will be assigned to you at random.

"Ok, any questions?"

Monday, December 18, 2006

Champagne Room

Ladies and Gents,

M.O.D.O.K.,Elixir and I were heading to the strip club, When the kid wanted to head back to Westchester to get his piggy bank.

While waiting in the lobby, I see someone I think I know having issues with a woman in burka.

"Tak...?" I holler.

The Stormtropper turns around "Henchy!"

"Dude, long time no see.How are you doing Tak?"

He fills me in. I ask him with he wants to join us. He's all for it.

So the group heads to this little spot I know. It's an interdimensional strip club, So there are all types of races from different times.

We make it five feet into the joint. Then, this one starts to hound Tak.

"Why don't you love me?"

AOC heads for the door.She gives a full chase.Well, it was fun hanging out with him.

Moddy looks around.

He keeps trying to get a lap dance. After the first four girls. He is having no luck. Finally he get one girl to stop.Then he drives her away by talking about his collection of Marvel Legends. After that he floats to the bar.

I walk around the floor. I see Spiral, I chat her up and point to M.O.D.O.K. She tells me he is totally her type.

"Hey Fat head, you wanna go to the champagne Room?" She asks him. I couldn't find them after that.

That leaves myself and Elixir to do some...*Shudders* bonding.

I catch a glance of him on the stage.

I sneak back to the car and head home.

Dental for all.

Dr.Polaris rules.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

How did I get into this?

I was at the X-Mansion, psyching myself up for the race. It involved picking the petals off a flower and reciting, "MJ will kill me. MJ will kill me not. MJ will kill me. MJ will kill me not..." etc.

When I reached the last petal I knew, without a doubt, that MJ would kill me. Just then, MJ walked in. She was smiling, and that made me nervous.

"Hi Honey," she cooed, "I already know about Emma."

"Here it comes." I thought.

"And I came here to let you know that I'm, like, totally cool with it."


"Yeah," she laughed, "Emma herself came and told me about it. She said not to worry, 'cause she's into someone else. She just wants to get to know you. The X-Men may know your identity, but you're still, like, something of an enigma to some of them."

Relieved, I replied, "Heh, cool."


Later on, I talked to Emma.

"Hey," I began, "thanks for helping out with MJ."

Emma laughed. "Oh no problem. Actually, you were so worried that I could 'hear' your thoughts about what MJ would do to you from the other side of the campus."

I scratched the back of my head, "Right... I keep forgetting that you're a telepath. Hey, do you have any ideas of what we could call our team?"

Emma thought for a moment. "Well right now, Caliban's is wondering what 'Team Sexual Frustration' means. That's what Koma called us. However, I was thinking of 'Team Swingers'."

"Am I the only one who sees the double meaning in that one?" I thought.

Emma laughed. "Oh no. I didn't mean it like that."

Just then, MJ passed by. "I don't know what you guys are going to pick, but I've already named you 'Team Sexy'!"

Emma giggled, then whispered, "MJ was picturing you in your Spider-Man costume when she said that."

I smirked, "That settles it then. If you have no objections, we will be known henceforth as 'Team Sexy'."

Saturday, December 16, 2006

¿Habla Inglés?

“My throat is in need of quenching, and I aims to ingest relinquished bicarbonate!” I yelled down the hallway. Gambit looked over his shoulder and held up his hands in an open gesture, indicating he had no idea what I was talking about... or that he was purposely trying to deceive me. Either way, my attempt to initiate a conversation by requesting a soda had failed. As a scientist, the onus was on me to discover why it had failed, and how to prevent future conversations from failing.

“You speak-a da English?” I asked, deciding that perhaps he was having difficulty following my request because we spoke different languages.

“I understood the words that you were saying, but I couldn’t connect zem together for some reason,” he said in a totally fake French accent, eying me suspiciously. “What did you say you wanted, monsieur?”

Yes, he definitely couldn’t comprehend English. Not only that, but he mistakenly assumed I was a nobleman in the service of his beloved French monarchy. It was then that I remembered that while I couldn’t speak French, I knew a little Spanish; the two languages are almost identical, as every credible linguist will tell you.

“¿Como estás?” I laughed in a friendly manner, hoping to break the tension between us. “Me llamo Enriqué Martínez.”

“The name on the envelope says ‘Gyrobo.’ And by the way, I’m from Louisiana.”

Clearly my fake Mexican name wouldn’t work on him.

“I... want... to... come up...” I waved my hands around so he would understand what verb I was talking about. “I want to come up... with you,” and I pointed at him. “I want to come up with a team name.” And I waved my arms in a circular motion. “You and me. Team.

“I think we should call ourselves ‘Team Trireme.’ I’ve always had a fondness for zailing that the comic books never quite captured.”

“Our... team name... is a reflection...”

“We are now Team Trireme,” he said nonchalantly as he pressed our entry form against my face and filled it out. “I shall hand this to our gracious host.” Then he looked me straight in the eyes. “And if you try to change the team name I sweat I will turn your whole body into kinetic energy.”


As he scowled and walked off, I could only stare at his glowing hands in trepidation, and I spent the night wondering what it was he’d told me.

Friday, December 15, 2006

The name's Team Wolverine Bub!

Veg head's just checked in. I may hate the little punk, but I gotta admit I May just have the most powerful partner of any X-man. Who Am I? The Name's Logan. I'm the Best there is as What I do. But ya can Call me Wolverine.

" Logan What the Hell are you doing with my laptop?"

" Don't get yer Panties in a bunch Bub I'm just borrowin'' it. "

"Do You X-Men not have computers ?"

" Bobby's usin' the main one to do some kinda' accountin' thing. An' Gambit stole Xavier's to look at naked men pictures again. "

" That does not mean you can use my property! What The Hell are you writing? Team Wolverine? Ha! As if!"

" Well we ain't callin' it team Freaky alien with a name that sounds like Vegetable that's for sure!"

" Oh Yes! Like team Rodent's much better!"

" Hey Bub! Wolverines are fierce an' tough."

" Then why do they call you that ? Wouldn't the name Badger more suit you?"

" Yes and I guess the name monkey boy would suit you better? Now shaddup I'm just gonna be a second longer, oops wrong button!"

" What? Give me that!"

" Woah Ho! I see Bulma's been workin' out. Ya know ya shouldn't keep those kinds of pictures On computers that other people can easily access. "

" Shut Up, and just get ready for the race!"

" putz!"


Jon and Nightcrawler -- Men of Action

“How about Legion of Super Dudes?”

“Nein, I do not think zat vould be a very gut name.”

“Challengers of the Unknown?”

“Again, I don’t think zat vould work.”

“Lessee, X-Factor is taken, right? Plus I’m kind of sick of seeing X’s all over the place, so there’s no point in addin’ more. How about the Watchers?”

“Vhy vould ve use that? Zat is so overdone.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You got any ideas?”

“DP 2?”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know, I just heard it somevhere once.”

“Dangerous Persons 2? Hmmmm, that could be us. Maybe.”

“Or how about ze Nacht Men?”

“Night Men? I don’t know. I’m not much of a night person. How about Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator’s Howling Commandos?”

“Vas? Zat is zu dumm. How about Mutants In Action?”

“Ehhhh, how about the Heartbreakers?”

“Aren’t you married?”

“That’s why all their hearts are broken, man.”

“How about Strike Force?”

“Nahhh, how about the A-Team?”

“You mean like zat silly Fernsehen show?”

“No, like a Special Forces Operational Detachment Alpha. You know, a Green Beret team.”

“So ve vould have to explain zat to everyone while ve are in ze middle of ze race.”

“OK, OK how about the Magnificent Two?”

“Zat is even worse. How about Die Brüder?”

“I don’t know... I’ve seen your family tree. No offense, but I don’t think I’d want to be called your brother.”

“Oh how could I be offended by zat, du Teufel in den sackartigen Hosen?”

“Woah woah, careful there, no need to get all uppity. How about Mach Two?”

“Except our planes can go much faster zhan zat.”

“Yeah, you’re right. How about Legion of Super Dudes?”

“Didn’t you already suggest zat?”

“Yeah, but I still think it’s kind of cool.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Thursday, December 14, 2006

My competition (those losers)

I got back to Spearhead in time to be told that I had to see the Administrator. Well she could wait. So while I was hanging around taking my time as to further anger my boss I decided to rate the oppostion.
I popped Caliban over cause, hey he should take part in this as a team building exercise.
"This a good lair Koma. Nice and bright. Apocalypse's lair was this good." complimented Caliban.
"Thanks Cal. I can call you Cal can I?" I asked.
"Sure." he replied.
I showed Caliban a list of the other teams in the AMR3.

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator and Nightcrawler
"Elf man and ... Glad-i-ator he happy all the time?" asked Cal.
"I don't think so their last post had Jon being rather condescending of Kurts German heritage. So lets call them Team Happy-Happy Joy Luck Club."
Cal liked that one. "You make them out to be gay like Ren and Stimpy." he chuckled.

Gyrobo and Gambit
"Icky Frenchman and an evil Robot." Cal's description was more than acurate.
"Yes so we should call them Team Robo-Gumbo." I declared.
"No Team Gamblor. From Simpsons." smiled Cal.
"Sure sounds ok to me." I agreed. This was going better than I thought, Caliban was really getting into it.

Noel and Beast

"Oh I got this one Team Hairball." Caliban was holding his sides he fell on the floor he was laughing so hard.

Koma and Caliban

"We Team Koma. We winners." Caliban beamed a winning smile. I was really starting to like this kid.

Spider-Man and Emma

"Team Sexy Lady and Stupid Spidey." Caliban looked optimistically.
"Sorry I got a better one here. Team Sexual Frustration."
"Caliban don't get it." said the nieve character.
"Don't worry they will." I assured him.

Vegeta and Wolverine

"Team Self-Destruction. Or even Team Mutually Assured Destruction." I said.
"Hmmmm I like Logan, but I don't like Vegetable man." commented Caliban.

Warbird and Cyclops

"Well Ms.Marvel is pregnant and Cyke has yet to decide wether he's gay or not." I begin.
"I like Cyclops and Ms.Marvel. They have always been nice to me." interupted Caliban.
"Ok so they're Team Goody-twoshoes."

AOC and Angel

"I've already got a name for them. Team Whitey Whitey Girly Girl" I say.
"That good name. AOC is white." replies Caliban.

Henchman and Elixir

"They be Team Beeman and Honeyboy." shouts Caliban. Who laughs hartily after it. All I can do is laugh along. This is becoming a good bonding exercise.

Sqt and Mystique

"Aren't they the same person. Or are they clone and original." I said speaking out loud.
"Mystique has so many children she not know what to do. This one could be long lost daughter." claimed Caliban.
"Team BlueLadies?" I offer.
"No not funny enough." replies Caliban.
"Team Blue'sClues?" I ask.
"Yeah they be like Blue. It good enough for now."

And after that I viop Caliban back to the Mansion and go off to see Administrator. She's gotta be pissed off by now.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Rough Start

I know right away I'm in trouble.

I was kind of excited to meet Mystique. I'm not exactly a fan, but I admire a woman who can kick ass. Who doesn't right?

Mystique is not exactly impressed with me however.

"You're what I'm stuck with?" she asks eyeing me distainfully.

I know I'm not as impressive as Wolverine, but I don't think I'm that bad.

Mystique begs to differ.

"What can you possibly do?" she wonders

I stammer out the usual. I'm athletic, can run, do marital arts, blah blah blah.

Mystique is massively unimpressed.

"You can't fly. You can't change your shape. You can't manifest a weapon. What good are you?
I wonder if I can talk the professor into giving us a handicap??"

It's going to be a long game.............

AOC: Rough Landing

Bam!!! I hit the floor with a suddenness that nearly knocks the wind out of me. I lay on the ground, stunned trying to figure out what has just happened. Think! Clear your mind !

Ok what do I remember; I was on guard duty, the late shift. I had a few minutes and I was using the Holonet. That much I remember. What next? What was it? Come on you have to think!!

A pop-up. It was a pop-up. Said something about shoot the ducks and win a I-pod racer. So I shot at the ducks … then spinning and Bam! The floor!!

I hear a voice. “Mr. TK 266. Are you ok? You seem to be on the floor”

I look up and see a young women in a veil staring at me as if I were insane.


“what… where … who are …” I stammer

“My name is Dust. I have the reception duty today. I assume you are here for the Amazing Mutant Race 3.” The young women replied, while looking at a clipboard.

“What … Who … Ducks ….” I stammered some more.

Dust laughs a little “Oh the Ducks. Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to click on pop-ups. I think that was Gaia little attempt a humor. She said you would be showing up to compete on the show.”

“Gaia, the women who stole my room on Last Gladiator Standing? That Gaia?” I snapped at Dust.

“Yes, Gaia. Well you should check in and choose your partner for the race.” Dust informed me

“No, I don’ think so young lady. I want to head back to my base before I get in trouble for being AWOL. So blink like Jennie or what every and pop me back home.” I glared

“Fat chance, clone boy.” She snapped back, “Your armored white butt is going to be in the race. We have a contract. You should have read the fine print in that pop-up.”

“But … But… I’ll get thrown in the brig if I come up missing from The Grand Army of the Republic.” I began stammering again.

Dust smiled. “No, you won’t. Your place is a far far away and a long time ago. I am sure Gaia will pop you right back into the exact moment you popped out of, after you lose the race. Time and space are no trouble for her.”

“Hey, no need to imply I am a loser.”

“Yeah, there is clone boy. I saw Last Gladiator Standing. You got loser written all over you.” Then she barked at me “NOW GO SIGN IN”

I headed off to the sing in desk, while wondering what was going on.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Getting burned by Baldy

Ladies and Gents,

As I came to, I found out. That I chose Elixir as my teammate for this game. Ok, that means Baldy is up to something. I'll get him good.

First, I have play with the cards I was dealt with. I contact M.O.D.O.K. to get the full deal on this kid's powers.

"Oh no. After getting my butt kicked by the Grey Hulk and that Boxers Briefs kid. I'm not helping you anymore." Moddy shouts.

"I helped you move. When noone else wanted to, and what about that time you had that build up of ear wax..." I inform him.

"Ok, ok. I'll take a look at him."

"Thanks, Moddy."

I tell Elixir there is a lost puppy in the back of my car. He jumps right in. Next stop M.O.D.O.K.'s

M.O.D.O.K. tells me about the kid's abilities. They are not half bad.

Later, Moddy asks us to stay a watch his "The Outer Limits" DVD's.When I tell thanks, but no thanks. He gives me this face.

"Ok, ok. I'll will take you guys to a strip club,my treat." I inform them.

Dental for all.

Dr.Polaris rules.
Sighs... I wanted Logan but No I get Scott.. Well I guess it can be worse... Though Tony don't much like it ... Not sure if it is because we are..... um or well that I am preggie and in the race... so i guess I am in

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Vegito comes a callin'

After The defeat of Superboy Prime. I had to listen to Bulma and Chichi, and all the kids talk about how they wanted Vegeta, and Goku back. Well they are gone ! I Vegito can do anything they can do much better!

I get tired of all this noise , and decide to Instant Transmission to Xavier's Mansion and announce the change in the race. I appear in front of this person.

" YAh! " He shrieks like a girl. " Aw man ! Not cool! Don't just appear in front of people like that!"

" Iceman right?" I ask.

" Yeah but who the heck are you?"

" I am Vegito!" I declare proudly.

" Who? Oh your the Pizza guy. The Prof has the money just leave them on the table dude."

" I am not the pizza man I'm in the race."

" No your not , I mean but there's a Vegeta, but who the heck has heard of Vegito?"

" I am a fusion of Vegeta , and Goku fool!"

He starts laughing. " That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! Look pal if you know where Vegeta is ask him to show up and check in alright?"

" Vegeta is a part of me!" I shout.

He shakes his head. " Who keeps letting people like this into the mansion? Ok I'll bite. If your a combo of Veg, and Goku why isn't your name Veku?"

" I..."

He puts his hand stopping me from talking. " Or why not Gogeta? Those names make sense, but Vegito? I mean man you sound like the local Pizza guy. Vegetarian Pizza at that! Hehe."

" Out of my way fool!" I push him and end up encased in ice.

" Well you sort of sounded like Veg g there. But I sill don't believe it. So what's your game pal? Or are playing some kinda prank here?"

I shatter the frozen prison. " Enough of this!" I declare Iceman has gotten on my last nerve! " Just direct me to Wolverine!"

This blonde woman MS. Marvel I think. Who was sitting in on a sofa in the corner the whole time bawls and runs off.

" I guess you don't watch the news huh?" chides Drake.

" I was busy." I answer. " What about it?"

" Wolverine is dead dude. I guess Cyke will have to comfort her. Or Tony Stark will."

What? Logan went and got himself killed? How is that possible? I thought he could from anything. Well he healed from all the beatings Vegeta has given all this time. Should I pick another X- man?

I look around at the other mutants. All the good ones seem to be taken, the only ones left seem to be the New X- Men kids, and that Dragon Lockheed. Well There's Ice man.....

Yeah I'll just wait until the New Year. Logan will likely be back by then Vegeta, and Goku have both died several times, as have many of these X- men It's almost a weekly thing for Jean Grey.

I hope..... That and I have to convince these people I am who I say I am.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

You want a logo, you got a logo

Suitable for placing on the sidebar of your blog's template. (hint, hint)

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Okay, I think I figured out a little trick to get the html code to display. Just copy and paste the above wherever you like and it should create a graphic link to this site.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Koma Arrives

I arrived at the Mansion it looks good. Well of course it would its been rebuilt 3 thimes in the last three months. I can't stay long I've got to get back to Spearhead, Aryis is being a real pain right now.
I arrive at the front door and it opens without my having to knock. Well what do you expect with the worlds greatest telepath in residence. Opening the door is Dr Hank McCoy.
"Greetings Dr Peters. I had heard you were joing the Professors little reality game show." He sounded a bit tired.
"Its Koma Dr McCoy." I replied. "You don't sound your usual "My Stars and Garters" perkiness."
"Well." sighed McCoy. "I'm not really into all of this flim-flammery but what the Professor wants the Professor gets. You'll be wanting to meet you team mate Caliban. He's out back doing some training with Logan."

Awww great. That was what I needed another confrontation with the short-ass furball.

I arrive as he's trying to put the smack down on Caliban. Caliban does the right thing and falls back absorbing the hit and landing on his hands he turns defence into attack giving Wolverine both feet in his face.
"Nice move Whitey!" compliments Logan.
"I do well I rolled with the punch and kicked back." described Caliban.
I aplauded. Revealing myself as a witness to this bout.
"Koma you robot loving bastard what did I tell you about showing you ugly mug around here again." Spat Logan. He popped his claws and strode towards me.
"No!" Caliban grabbed Logan by the arm. "Koma is teammate in Amazing Mutant Race 3."
"What! Chuck let you play along. Oh this is rich. First he lets non-mutants in, then he teams me up with Vegetible head and now the robot lover's coming." With that Logan walked away muttering obsenities and slashing at a nearby shrub decapitating it.

I had a nice meeting with Caliban he's not as childish as people think he is.
"We call ourselves Team Koma. Caliban like that, we knock other teams into coma's" He smiled quite devilishly. I liked it. Iliked it a lot. So much easier working with a willing partner that that arrrogant pain in the ass Aryis.

And with that I had to go back to Project Spearhead I had to something to show Warren.

Meeting the Fuzzy Elf

I strode into the X-Mansion with my bag slung over my shoulders. My first mission was to meet my partner, Nightcrawler.

Actually, my first mission was to answer the call of nature. I shan’t elaborate beyond the fact that perhaps I had a little too much Diet Mountain Dew on my flight to Westchester County, New York.

My second mission was to meet Nightcrawler, which I accomplished shortly after accomplishing my first mission.

“Hey, I’m Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator,” I said while pumping his uniquely two-fingered-plus-a-thumb hand. “Great to meet you. I’m actually kind of surprised that we haven’t crossed paths before.”

“Jah,” he agreed with a smile. “I know ve met at that one party, but I vas rather busy trying to avoid that guy.”

“Yeah, I try to avoid Private Hudson whenever possible myself,” I replied. “Hey, you know we got a lot in common! Ich spreche Deutsches aber nicht so gut. Ich hatte zwei Jahre des Deutschen in der Schule!”

“Jah, das ist really… nice,” Nightcrawler smiled pleasantly. At least I assume it was a pleasant smile. He’s got blue fur all over his face and some sharp teeth in that mouth.

“Oh, and you’re German and I’m of Germanic decent,” I added gleefully. “I’ve even got distant relatives in South America. I bet you do, too, huh?”

“Jah,” he replied. “I vould imagine.”

“Hey, you know what else?” I said. “You’re a swashbuckling adventure-loving type and so am I! And on top of that, you are a pilot and I’ve got my own space plane!”

“Yeah, imagine zat,” he said. “Zat is very Interessieren. We could take turns flying if needed, perhaps.”

“Yeah, that would be cool,” I replied. “So, what should we call our team?”

“Ze Two Musketeers?”

“Eh,” I said. “I don’t know. How about Team Swashbucklers?”

“I am not so sure that is ze best name,” Nightcrawler answered.

“Yeah, me either.”

“Team Nightcrawler?”

“Eh, I don’t think so. How about Team-O Supreme-O? Dual Cool Fools? Venture Brothers?”

“Zose don’t seem to fit,” he answered. “Or zey are already being used. How about The Fly Guys?”

“How about Dynamite Duo?”

“How about Team Bamf?”

“Jon and his Amazing Friend?”

“Die Abenteuermänner?”

“The Hard Corps? The Lockheeders? The Boys in Blue?”

“Nein, nein, nein.” Nightcrawler sighed. “Let’s just think about it for a while, ja?”

“Yeah. Maybe we should just think about it for a while,” I conceded. “How about the Decatur Staleys?”


Sunday, December 03, 2006

I'm stuck with who?

Ladies and Gents,

The best number 2 man in the supervillian business.

The Henchman. Is entering "The Amazing Mutant Race." I going to show "Wheels" how to play his own game. I just have to find the best partner for myself. Someone, who I could kick butt with and take names...but, who?

Wolverine....No, I hate that furball.



Beast, he be great...taken


Cyclops...taken? Dammit

Angel ...taken

Emma Frost...taken, that good cause Amber might freak


Wow, all of the good ones are gone. Wait Colossus, we would rule.

So just as go to make my choice. I go blank.


"Hey, Mr Henchman are you ready?"

Are you kidding me? I'm stuck with him?

Dental for all.

Dr.Polaris rules.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Annoucement One

*taps microphone*

"Hello? Is this thing on?"

*Xavier looks around the room and shuffles some papers*

"Alright, I just have a few announcements. If you haven't accepted the invitation to join the team blog, then you should go ahead and do so. If you want to be a contestant on the race and haven't received an invitation to join the blog, you should send an e-mail to the site administrator. The address is there at the bottom of the page in the first post.

"Once you've joined the blog, you should go ahead and make an announcement as to who you want your partner to be. Each person must select one X-Man to race with. So far, the only announced teams are -

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator and Nightcrawler
Gyrobo and Gambit
Noel and Beast
Koma and Caliban
Spider-Man and Emma (lucky dog)
Vegeta and Wolverine
Warbird and Cyclops
AOC and Angel (or The Angel, depending on who you ask)
Henchman and Elixir
Sqt and Mystique (who isn't techniqually an X-Man but she was a teacher at the school, sort of, so what the heck)

- anyone not on that list should go ahead and make a choice. Any X-Man past or present except for myself, Phoenix, Gaia or those already selected are available. If you'd like to change your partner, there's still time.