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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 8:21 am
This is the home of Joshua Baroob. It's a typical two bed, two bath, two story little farmhouse. Except, of course, that there's no farm. Here the young man eats, sleep, and plays video games. Mostly the latter, of course...
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 11:41 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:50 pm
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Josh pulled into his driveway and wandered up to his room. Once there, he flopped onto his bed. For a moment, he just lay there in silent contemplation. Then, he hopped back onto his feet walked over to his computer.
"Perhaps I should do a little investigating of this Commander Bronzed...” With that, he turned to the greatest tool for finding stuff out: Google.
"Hmmm, 'Commander Bronzed' only gives me one result. Well, let's see what we've got...” Josh clicked on the link and started to read. "Tolone glanced towards Miang, her eyes filled with lust, as her pale gloved fingers stroked lightly across the back of the commander's bronzed-” Josh stared for a moment, then franticly quit out of the browser.
"You know," Josh mused to himself, as he got ready for bed, "I really don't know what that Politician saw in owning the Internet. All it really has is porn... Guess he’s just a lonely guy.” And he chuckled himself to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 2:59 pm
The goons in suits had Josh surrounded. As the circle closed in, booming laughter echoed out. "Mwahahaha! All this time my work was being hindered by three children?" The voice was unmistakable, it was The Politician. "Did you really expect to stop me?"
"Yeah, we did," On Josh's left a very determined Jackie Frost answered their foe's taunt. "And we still do!"
"That's right!" On Josh's right Paramorph, another face from his past, stared down their foe with equal determination. Grinning, at Josh, he asked, "How about you, Captain Cripple?"
Josh returned the grin and, looking one of the goons straight in the eye, exclaimed, "League of Special Individuals! Attack!" He charged into the crowd, using his back brace to slam through the tide of goons.
"Stop those kids!" The Politician screamed. At the word "kids," Paramorph transformed with a loud "pop" into a young goat. Bleating his displeasure, Paramorph then began stomping, kicking, and ramming his way through the goons.
Jackie was having the easiest time of all, it seemed, as the young kickboxing champ made short work of every foe that blundered into her way. As the dust cleared (and Paramorph returned to human form) the League turned to The Politician. The black-cloaked man looked at the three heroes, looked around to see all his men defeated, and looked back at the heroes.
"Crap." Several things happened at roughly the same time; with a loud "pop" Paramorph transformed into, well... crap. Josh and Jackie charged The Politician who turned to flee. Together, they tackled the fiend to the ground.
"You okay, Paramorph?" Jackie asked as another "pop" signaled Paramorph's returned to humanity.
"Fine... I think I may have stepped in myself, though..."
"It's over, Politician," Josh muttered as sirens began to fill the air.
"Perhaps for now," The man wheezed through his voice changer, "But I will be back. And I will have my revenge!"Josh was startled awake, those last words ringing in his head. The Politician had escaped police custody shortly after The League had turned him over to the authorities. Was it possible Josh's old foe was behind these recent events? Perhaps it was time to do a little undercover work... Afterwards>>>
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 6:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:23 am
PreviouslyAs Garth broke through the window, he realized two things. One, the shattering of the glass would make a lot of noise. Two, there was some sort of alarm on the window. As Garth jumped through, the noise of the alarm penetrated through the silent neighbourhood. As Garth rounded a corner, he felt the presence of other waking minds, their thoughts crushing his plan. The voices were louder now - any more, and he'd be out cold. Sadly, Garth didn't manage to find the kitchen - the voices overpowered his last struggling willpower, and he fell, unconscious, to the floor.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:41 am
 After the Guard identified him, Stone escaped without retrieving the urn. Two soldiers, each on motorcycles, chased him. When he was near this house, he realized that he lost them. Stone hopped the fence and ran around to the back of the house, where he found a ladder. People usually never locked the windows on the 2nd floor. That’s where he entered the house. He found himself in a nerdy teenager’s bedroom when he heard someone sneaking around downstairs. Furthermore, a burglar began to blare.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 5:05 am
After rummaging through piles of clothes with very geeky slogans, he finally found an outfit that suits him. It didn’t really fit into this nerdy teenager’s wardrobe, so the owner must have used the clothes for LARPing. Stone climbed out the window, ignoring the alarm. He ran around to the back where he stole a pink bicycle. He rode off to his destination. The handlebar tassels flowed in the wind. He pedaled hard, never resting on the Barbie banana seat.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 5:40 pm
Garth awoke groggily. The pain of other minds nearby had passed. After a few minutes, he managed to find some tinfoil and create a passable helmet.
Groggily, he pondered how long he'd been out. The last thing he remembered was the sound of a voice, which had been faintly familiar. Now where had he heard that voice before?
Still trying to remember, Garth left the house. He'd planned to go through the same window he'd broken before, but the window had been replaced. Odd. Well, I'll have to find another way out. thought Garth. Eventually, he found a window on the second floor that remained unlocked. Dropping lithely from the window onto the ground, Garth left the area. Or, at least, that was his plan. What actually happened was him twisting his ankle on the ground when he landed, forcing him to limp away from the house at 221 Muddle Way.
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