<?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-27429476</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:45.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The-Local-Henchmen-Union432</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-117262476621662780</id><published>2007-02-27T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:50:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to the bottom.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $#!! has hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fake Magdalena has played me like a fool. When I got to the bottom of this mess. I look and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/277372/redskullb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/200988/redskullb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, this freakshow came out of nowhere. Oh no, that's not all. He has back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/502903/HMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/890316/HMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself out numbered and out gunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. I feel the need to blow off a little steam. I grab the first goofy little bastard I could, and toss him in the crowd. It buys me a few moments. I'll need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tossed goon takes three in the back. Hmm...So the fake Maggie doesn't know aboutwd. This is builds on their anger. Makes them sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q201/Henchy432/Henchmanbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q201/Henchy432/Henchmanbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summon "Dark Beast" to even up the numbers. While in the air, I pop off a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is left is the Red Skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut down my powers. Take off my mask, show him I am a "Mud person". I tell him I am show that we all bleed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he opens his mouth, I shut it. A sharp hook, his jaw shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Skull goes for an elbow. I counter with a palm strike and catch his wrist. As we rush forward into a wall. his shoulder pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small yelp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my time. I want to pick him apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I knee the back of his. His weight drops. A thrust from my forearm forces his head to meet the wall. What was left of his nose breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes roll back into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to catch up to the "Fake Maggie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone grabs me by the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/94345/Superman_Sketch_by_necronomicon32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/620828/Superman_Sketch_by_necronomicon32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GG....G.." I try to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What ? What is it you mongrel?" Nazi Superman speaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GG..Goku..." I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Son Goku.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GG....G.." I try to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What ? What is it you mongrel?" Nazi Superman speaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GG..Goku..." I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Son Goku.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-117262476621662780?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/117262476621662780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=117262476621662780&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/117262476621662780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/117262476621662780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-to-bottom.html' title='Getting to the bottom.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-117190341391183652</id><published>2007-02-19T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:45:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thing is wrong. I have a feeling, that Amber is not who she says she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Guy looked at me and then at the small red head girl trembling away from him…."Amber, that could have been you years ago.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbled with his words I walked over placing the gun his hands as my breast pressed against his back and my breath breathed kisses on his neck… My hand circled around so that he held the guy and I held his hand lifting it I teased his ear with my tongue and then whispered, "She is nothing… but….. a witness….."I squeezed his finger around the trigger slowly as I spoke until it went off and she was dead…. "Now doesn't that feel good… You know I am excited now.. Get the money for the goods and then come take care of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting in your bed.. Don't be long or I will punish you.." I noticed him standing stiff like a statue starring at the little girl the blood puddling at his feet, "Now Henchy please tell me you have lost your way? I thought you would have the stomach for what we need to do… You do, don't you?" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happened. I made myself sick. Killing a hero or an adult is one thing, but a child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick is pissing me off. I am going to find out what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if this should happen again. I need a back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/824091/Goku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/940095/Goku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://thehopeoftheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Son Goku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-117190341391183652?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/117190341391183652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=117190341391183652&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/117190341391183652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/117190341391183652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-is-wrong.html' title='Something is wrong.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116986872124770881</id><published>2007-01-26T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:39:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Axe.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tearing Iron Man "a new corn hole". I needed to fully test the Executioner's Axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/264463/viking-battle-axes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/90691/viking-battle-axes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to find information about those who used it before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/530966/Bloodaxe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/83558/Bloodaxe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Bloodaxe"&gt;BloodAxe&lt;/a&gt;, Ugh. What a crappy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this thing puts me at the same power level as Thor. Which is good, because Overdrive only last about 15 minutes and I can't really use more than once a day. Something funny, The axe must have it's drawbacks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to a training center to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength: above 100 tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed: normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance: near Hulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic: energy blast of unknown origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other: I seem to make others fear me. when I have the axe in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawbacks: Bloodlust, I get a nearly uncontrollable urge to fight,kill and mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment. I chose not to use the axe. It's drawbacks are too great. Last thing I need is to lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a call from &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;. She sounds a little different. Going to another Universe does that to you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set a place to meet her. I want to tell her about the axe. I will ask her what I should do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116986872124770881?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116986872124770881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116986872124770881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116986872124770881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116986872124770881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/01/axe.html' title='The Axe.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116882912007685847</id><published>2007-01-14T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:20:25.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking @$$ and Taking Names</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man wanted it he got it. Shell head has been gunning for me ever since I popped a cap in his ass. Finally, we are going to deal with this. He blast me with his repulsor rays. Sending me flying. I use the momentum to flip on to my feet. I waste no time my normal top speed of 245 mph. Hitting him at top speed with full power of 50 tons. It was his turn to go for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him through the warehouses of Queens industrial district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did it feel Tony?" I ask him. I go to hit him again, he ducks. Before he can do anything I follow up with a knee to into his inner thigh. Throwing his balance off. I pull back my arm and turn it into a elbow strike at his chin. As my right hand goes to a straight overhand, his tri beam from his chest place hits me hard. I try to get up he punches the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/479073/IM%20ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/71830/IM%20ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summon a few dark beast to my aid. They tear at him. Just when I was going to use "Overdrive" and double my strength and speed. My cybernetics shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not feeling so big and bad now. Huh, Mr. Abrams? That's thanks to my Extemeis power. I control anything at use CUP's." Iron Man taunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/343830/abe"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/143927/abe%27s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part is not fun. He uploads a fighting style from Taskmaster. He punches and kicks me at full power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit, you haven't beaten me yet, Stark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws me out onto a pier. It's time to pull out my ace. As I mentioned before I packed so tools for this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of the villains are the same. You think you can make a name for yourselves by taking me out. But you fail. You, all of you will fail. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now he is giving me a speech. While he is yapping, I call up the Deus Ex Machina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Iron Sense it's going crazy. Oh my god it hurts so bad. My head." Iron Man screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/94546/Iron_Man__word__by_Lackshmana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/154775/Iron_Man__word__by_Lackshmana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when he see me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q201/Henchy432/AXEII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Executioner's Axe, A.I.M. got this and more when we found out Asguard in ruins. I borrowed this for a little extra firepower. I set off a EMP when I grabbed the axe. Iron Man reboots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Now it's time to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark comes at me like a rocket. I swat him away. He tries to upload Vegeta's fighting skill, that doesn't help him. I pin him to the ground. I hold his head and pound his helmet in. After a while blood seeps out of his mask. he blacks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Mr. Stark." I greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. You can't call up your armor. I drugged you. Yet again, here you are in your boxers, that bullet wound has healed nicely. Also I drained a pint and a half of your blood. I sold it to A.I.M. they are going to let me keep the axe and paid me $50 million."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crack him in the mouth just for the fun. He loses a few teeth. I leave Iron Man tied to his chair, someone might come for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHIELD.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116882912007685847?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116882912007685847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116882912007685847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116882912007685847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116882912007685847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/01/kicking-and-taking-names.html' title='Kicking @$$ and Taking Names'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116847332690949504</id><published>2007-01-10T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:34:01.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One bad day</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one bad day. I wake up and find Magdalena gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/385091/magdalenadracula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/941622/magdalenadracula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left me a &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Dear John"&lt;/a&gt; letter. When I head to my apartment, I find out Iron Ass, had cleaned out most of the accounts. So now I am alone and broke. Well almost broke. I had 2 million in my floor board. Still he took me for 300 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/989021/IronMan_AO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/279116/IronMan_AO2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron man, your ass is mine. Because of my dating the Magdalena. The Local 432 is pissed at me. Slepping with a superhero is ok, dating not so much. I have to find another way to get a group to beat Ironman and his pet the Sentry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/288140/429px-Speeddemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/641116/429px-Speeddemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up Speed Demon. At first he wants nothing to do with this. Then I remind him about the no interest loan, that I pushed through for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"James, you would of still be living with your mother if it wasn't for me." That puts him in place. Now I have speed. Next power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/200946/wrecking%20crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/890194/wrecking%20crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the Wrecking Crew. The are on board just to build their reps back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/571720/mlegends15_modok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/620497/mlegends15_modok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sentry only really has one weakness, his mind. M.O.D.O.K. will take care of that. Leaving Iron Man for me to handle. I go over my plan and pack a few tools for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;S.H.I.E.L.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116847332690949504?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116847332690949504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116847332690949504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116847332690949504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116847332690949504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-bad-day.html' title='One bad day'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116716629827610354</id><published>2006-12-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:18:29.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Of Who?</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we last left off. I made a deal with Magneto's plug and play to send me into &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena's&lt;/a&gt; dream. She was battling some type of Demon. When she started to fight back, he turn and split my "Good" side and "Bad" side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/569925/garrison1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/764835/garrison1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt more like breaking my &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Superego"&gt;Superego &lt;/a&gt;away from my &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/id"&gt;Id&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/663149/garrison5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/338834/garrison5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My id runs at me full charge. My superego side steps and follows with a roundhouse kick to my ids face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superego: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Down boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, Fight now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.E.: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amber, deal with the demon. I'll handle this animal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The id is faster and stronger, however he lacks control. He does have the discipline to summon Dark beast or to use Overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superego doesn't have the rage to use Overdrive. This is going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id zips up to S.Ego catches him off guard and knocks him through the dreamscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Ego"&gt;Ego&lt;/a&gt; shows up and sends both for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/821546/post-15-1166654498.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/75281/post-15-1166654498.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ego,_superego,_and_id"&gt;three of them&lt;/a&gt;, make it a free for all. They tear up the dreamscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/612825/garrison2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/65750/garrison2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;TX&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116716629827610354?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116716629827610354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116716629827610354&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116716629827610354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116716629827610354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-of-who.html' title='Two Of Who?'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116654855356430184</id><published>2006-12-19T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:45:26.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamscape.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is attacking &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; in the astral plane. The medical team doesn't know what is going on. All they know is she can't last much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the Local 432 data base. To see who can help. I find the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleepwalker_(comics)"&gt;Sleepwalker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/850558/250px-E_SLEE001CVR_proof5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/621191/250px-E_SLEE001CVR_proof5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab him by his cape as he goes to beat on so goons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell are you doing, Abrams?" He inquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this guy know my name? "I need your help." I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Magdalena needs to fight on her own. Face her fears." He says, then floats away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me with just one more person I can deal with. The &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;TX&lt;/a&gt;. Magneto's love robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma's&lt;/a&gt; tracking system to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just get from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at Magdalena and TX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116654855356430184?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116654855356430184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116654855356430184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116654855356430184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116654855356430184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreamscape.html' title='Dreamscape.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116545621022624985</id><published>2006-12-06T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:07:45.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_Nurse_(comics)"&gt;Night Nurse&lt;/a&gt;. She doesn't like bad guys like me, but she will help Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is wrong. Nevertheless, I will battle heaven and hell for her. Which brings me to Jericho. He wants a duel at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the tools for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/605623/051006_splinter_cell_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/95539/051006_splinter_cell_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goth freak wants to meet in a graveyard. I scout out the area. It's almost 12. The air gets colder and mist starts to form around the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/50938/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/58706/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goofy little bastard wants to take me on because of his rep is at stake. I sigh, these guys are killing me. I fought the Grey Hulk to a draw, gone toe to toe with Vegeta. Why do these guys have a death wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next year, the Local 432 is going have elections for representatives, and your job is up for grabs." Jericho tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats why, you want to fight me?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. So get ready to draw chump." he responds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock tower hits 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He draws. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. He is faster than I thought. I just get my face out of the way a shot. It grazes my cheek. It burns a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First blood to me." Jericho cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a shot at his knee.It explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son of a ..." He yelps out as he falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clint Eastwood wanna be unloads both of his pieces. Headstones shatter all around me. As he goes to reload. I put my gun at back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is where you tell me to leave your girl alone,right?" he questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116545621022624985?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116545621022624985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116545621022624985&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116545621022624985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116545621022624985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/duel.html' title='Duel'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116508477913568828</id><published>2006-12-02T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:27:19.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess with me all you want, but when you go after Magdalena. We are going to have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/715564/hency#2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/105904/hency%232.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to deal with these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/467077/0508_CassidySharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/400131/0508_CassidySharp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/948398/0508_Tala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/898780/0508_Tala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second one , tried to set me up. Jumping into bed with me, while I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fighting women. I really don't like hitting them. I use my speed to keep them off balance. Miss Double EE's kicks the blonde in the stomach. So now, their team work goes out the window. Next thing I know they are tearing their clothes each other. I leave them there fighting. This is the one I have to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/1600/763214/Darkwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6820/2889/320/750296/Darkwatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, he is going to be in trouble when I find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116508477913568828?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116508477913568828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116508477913568828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116508477913568828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116508477913568828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/12/ladies-and-gents-mess-with-me-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116364529478657545</id><published>2006-11-15T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:47:54.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, Has been kidnapped. I awoke with "Miss Emo Double E's" on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, Amber should have be able take care of her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something. I just found her. I won't lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116364529478657545?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116364529478657545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116364529478657545&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116364529478657545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116364529478657545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/game-on.html' title='Game On'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116270231003661079</id><published>2006-11-04T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:58:15.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Baldy In His Place.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; and I got dressed and went to &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fade's Party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a good time until, Wheel's here showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/profx_controlroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/profx_controlroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, he wanted to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, gramps. If I even think I feel you trying to get in my head. I will show all the fun Amber has had with me." I let the Professor know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few words. Then I tell him to take a roll. He does over my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That does it." I grab Charles by his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Baldy. Amber may want you in her life at a later point. However, Do not piss me off. Jerk." I toss him back into his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While heading toward Amber, Some whispers in my ear. "You know you don't fit here, lover boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get away from me &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2841/2119/1600/721Tala_Darkwatch.jpg"&gt;Tala&lt;/a&gt;" I growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? I like to play." Tala says softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really, because you have &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vampirella&lt;/a&gt; over there. I'm pretty sure she could kill you in a heart beat." I inform her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you are no fun." She says, then she gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the rest of the night staying close to Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she wants to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a cab to the hotel. I tip the driver $300. Amber asks me why would I give him such a big tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't, Charles did." I showed her his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, you didn't" She seems shocked but laughs. "Now lets get out of these clothes and into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Amber#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Amber%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dental for all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fade&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116270231003661079?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116270231003661079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116270231003661079&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116270231003661079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116270231003661079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/putting-baldy-in-his-place.html' title='Putting Baldy In His Place.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116266418222059313</id><published>2006-11-04T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T13:20:44.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade's Party</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of getting back together with &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am; A: a little sore and B: ready to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in time I get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fade&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jumpingarachnid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spider-Man &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116266418222059313?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116266418222059313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116266418222059313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116266418222059313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116266418222059313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/11/fades-party.html' title='Fade&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116218214152691811</id><published>2006-10-29T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:06:48.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home back home.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After beating the X-Men like they owed me money. I can think a little bit clearer. I have to find &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber. Where could she be&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to head back to the city, then I get stopped by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/DrStrange.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/DrStrange.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but I can not let continue to run amok." He commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him "the bird" and start walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm must warn you. I will not allow you to bring harm to anyone else." He declares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeze, Why are all of these "heroes" such windbags. Why doesn't he ask, if I need help. No, he has think I am the problem. Not the fact the X-Men attacked me and I defended myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneel down to write something out. Then ,this rejected Vegas show act blast me with a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug it off and sigh. I deflect the next set of blast. I clutch his throat and turn his head to look at a tree.Then I write "Stop" with my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok." he stammers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put him down and continue to write into a large rock. "Help me out of this. I must find Amber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I see. Come with me." He states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Sanctorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/DocStrange1_small1.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/DocStrange1_small1.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good Doc goes to work. "How...well, strange, I am having a much harder time getting your lifeforce out of the Destroyer armor. It seems it doesn't want to let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, my powercell. It's the same reason I can summon my dark beast. For some reason the supernatural are drawn to it's power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, I got it." Strange expresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know I back in my body. I do two things; bathroom and then check my phone. Dammit, the battery is dead. I charge it a check my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got some about Magdalena and... a bill from Dr.Strange, $2 million. That son a *****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Destroyer armor comes back to life beats the tar out Dr.Strange and wanders off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Destroyer_I_001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Destroyer_I_001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fixit&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116218214152691811?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116218214152691811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116218214152691811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116218214152691811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116218214152691811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-back-home.html' title='Home back home.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116165854203578038</id><published>2006-10-23T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:17:05.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While searching for &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;, I get attacked by this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/wolverine%20X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/wolverine%20X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry bub, but Chuck wants you taken care of." Wolverine states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that he brought back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/iceman_by_Evilgeorge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/iceman_by_Evilgeorge.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/rouge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/rouge.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Destroyer, I have a hard time thinking. Except, when I am fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furball has Rouge use a fastball special. He hits me in the face. My head turns with the blow, but that's it. I look at "The Big Bad Wolverine". He claws at me, after seeing nothing happen. He looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh s**t." Is all he can get out. I send him soaring. Iceman tries to freeze me in place, Rouge then follows up with a flying right cross. She sends me zipping through the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice team work Bobby" She lets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, babe. I don't know what the Professor was worried about. The Destroyer was a piece of cake." Iceman gloats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up. How could the X-Men find me? I think, my scent. I hover over Rouge and Iceman. Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drop. This shakes them up. I grab the first one closest to me. I feel happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat Iceman into broken cubes. Rouge comes at me. Screaming about someone named "Bobby". I stop her in midflight, slam her down. The leaves fall in a rush. I turn my hands super hot to see if she would burn. Next, I hear scrapping on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/wolverine_profil_prin.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/wolverine_profil_prin.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna get Bobby and get out of here." Wolverine orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charges toward me. Claws swinging wild. I catch his left wrist and push his claws back in his arm, slowly. He howls and backs off clutching his limb. I finish what he started. I try to see how fast he heals from beatings, burnings and shocks. In the end I toss him away like used trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find Amber. I need to see if she is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://coolx-man.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iceman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116165854203578038?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116165854203578038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116165854203578038&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116165854203578038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116165854203578038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/rah.html' title='Rah'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116129432572436075</id><published>2006-10-19T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:35:18.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Magdalena</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I Killed Brolly, I was suck in the Destroyer armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/destroyer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/destroyer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find a way out of it. Also I need to check in on &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't heard from Amber in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I should check &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xavier's&lt;/a&gt; place. So I fly to Westchester. I crash through Chuck's pad. Some of the New X-Men tried to get in my way, I slap them around. I have a hard time thinking within the Destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, I am the Destroyer. As, I head in Charle's office I find a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c116075369077185696"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;NYPD Detective (homicide)&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Briiiiiiiiiing Brinnnnnnnnnng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am with the NYPD homicide just wanted to inform you that we have a body, Miss Magdalena was pronounced dead at the scene ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trash his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/X-men1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/X-men1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And head to the morgue. It's late at night, no one is there. I enter the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgue#Cold_chamber_temperature"&gt;cold chamber&lt;/a&gt;". No Amber, just a group of redheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to get to the bottom of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to Cardinal Greene home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just flips out and runs aroung screaming. I grab him and try to speak and... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang him out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, lord forgive me. The Magdalena, she , she was the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sleeve rips. He falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I have to find Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116129432572436075?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116129432572436075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116129432572436075&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116129432572436075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116129432572436075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/finding-magdalena.html' title='Finding Magdalena'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116100931386745167</id><published>2006-10-16T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:55:42.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Saiyan</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put myself into the Destroyer armor, to battle Brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger and faster than anything humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster comes at me. Flying towards me with amazing speed. However, everything slows.I see where his moves are coming from and where they are going. Jeeze, when A.I.M. did the salvage mission on Asgard. I'm glad I took this thing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab Brolly's right hand with the Destroyer's right, I use my left in a palm strike to his forearm. His elbow dislocates. Damn, I was hoping it would break. As he backs off, I strike. I fake an over right hook to get him to drop down into an uppercut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch his ankles and slam him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOM, DOOM, DOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOM, DOOM, DOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOM, DOOM, DOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Lava%20pits.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Lava%20pits.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While punching his face in Brolly starts laughing."Now, this is power. Worthy of all my might."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charges up and gets that glowing thing Saiyan do when, they really want to fight. The freak throws me off of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/BroliComingOutOfLavaPit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/BroliComingOutOfLavaPit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't reply. I just feel the power of the Destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly comes at me again, then he is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM. My body goes soaring through the air, then I stop (I can fly in this thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming the Destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to hit me with those energy blast. I just...just absorb them. After five minutes, I hit him with some. This is getting us nowhere. We start brawling. Throwing wild punches at each other. The ground is shaking. Then he does something impossible. He dents the armor. I'm sent over to someplace crashing through homes and mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls. We both have been pound on each other for the longest time. I change the ground to a mix of quicksand and mud around Brolly, then I harden it to past diamond level. He struggles to get free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clutch his hair and hit him, hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRACK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood comes from his mouth. I break all of his teeth. Any energy blast comes from my hand. It explodes inside his face. He is blind and beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops moving. All I feel is his breath. I open my visor and use the "Disintegrator" Beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of night. The only being that is left is the Destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/bio-destroyer.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/bio-destroyer.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116100931386745167?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116100931386745167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116100931386745167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116100931386745167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116100931386745167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-of-saiyan.html' title='Death of a Saiyan'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116069527294274148</id><published>2006-10-12T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:32:26.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...It Pours</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark set me up good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/BrolyPoweredUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/BrolyPoweredUp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly had me dead to rights. He was going for his "Over hand right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Then some thing pulled me up by my boxers &lt;/a&gt;Magdalena bought me (She kept tearing my underwear off). The force pulled me out of Brolly's attack. Next, my shorts went over my head and made me duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a "Ki-Wedgie", but it felt different (still hurt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I bigger problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull two guns and empty the clips into Brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fool, you think....Argg&lt;/span&gt;." He yells out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker, I have high density carbon bullets. They were ment for Stark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullets pierce Brolly and explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be me a few mintues head start. I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, Brolly...Brolly....Ok he is a brawler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summon a few "Dark beast" to wait for my signal. I run back at him. He swings wildly, I use his own force to throw him through a building. When he busts out my beast go for it.They start to bite at him and take chucks out. This just pissed him off. I hope it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am near where I need to be. Soon it all will be delt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As slow my pace a bit I choke. Brolly's paws are around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of you think, I am simple mind. Not anymore. I am going to peel you.Then after I will have your &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;. She know the power of a super sayian.Ha ha" Brolly whispers in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I twist around to shove a grenade in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops me. I head into the safe house. I give my lifeforce to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Destroyer.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Destroyer.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Destroyer_(construct)"&gt;The Destroyer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116069527294274148?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116069527294274148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116069527294274148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116069527294274148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116069527294274148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-pours.html' title='...It Pours'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-116060771303336614</id><published>2006-10-11T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:26:46.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains...</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some people just don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Stark to back off Magdalena. I heard he took her name off his list, until I was dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are these guys are going to get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt; Amber &lt;/a&gt;to be messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out Stark is doing a press conference about going after &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Starkfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Starkfree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack what gear I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set myself up on a near by roof. I check everything; Wind, distance,caliber of bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes down. It's a clean shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he fizzles and turns into a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, clone. I been had. I turn around to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/BrolyAboutPunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/BrolyAboutPunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conitnued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-116060771303336614?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/116060771303336614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=116060771303336614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116060771303336614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/116060771303336614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-it-rains.html' title='When It Rains...'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115999240257918596</id><published>2006-10-04T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:00:07.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back On Track</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mole in SHIELD told me, that Mr.Stark aka Iron Man, has taken Magdalena off of his "list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, then we won't need to "speak" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This frees me up to check on some leads &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/10/answering-to-past-part4-attacked-by.html"&gt;Amber has gotten. She sent me a fax about her missing long lost brother&lt;/a&gt;. Man, you have got to be kidding me. These church types are a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find out that, a nurse took her brother a way to an orphanage in the Mid West. Gee, that just narrows it down so well. The only thing that will help me is to speak to the nun her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try it the easy way first. No such luck. I googled her name (Sister Praxis) only to find crap about punk bands on Myspace and eurotrash porn. Information superhighway my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go old school. I make some calls and put the word out. Nothing, the next is to go out and talk to people, the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Joel, he was a priest that was heading to the top. Until he met, a single mother who needed help. One thing led to another and oops, baby made four. They would have let him stay but he had to denounce the child. He wouldn't, a year later a car crash kill his family. Now he drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Pete, I'm picking up the tab." I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, what are you doing here?" Pete asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to talk to Joel. I need some info. By the way how is he doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete tells me about how, he keeps Joel under control most days. Just every once and while he has to send him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Pete, remember to send me the bill for anything he or you need, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, you're too good." Pete replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about what I did to Stark at that moment. I head to the corner of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse sir, I was wondering if I could have that seat for my girlfriend?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you little sh...." Joel goes to stand in my face "Guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I smile at him. He gives me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry Joel, but I need to talk to you about church business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See I knew you weren't here just catch up and with me and see if I was ok." Joel spits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I need your help. I am asking you for a favor. As for seeing how you are doing? Who do you think pays for your tab. Dammit Joel, I really don't have time for this. Please Joel help me."&lt;br /&gt;I tell him who I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wakes me off. " I'll be back in a hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, what the hell are you doing? Sister Praxis...She was into some big mess with the church. If this Magdalena is real and the stories are true you are in something deep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on buddy. All I want to know is where to find her?" I ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that information I call Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115999240257918596?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115999240257918596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115999240257918596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115999240257918596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115999240257918596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-back-on-track.html' title='Get Back On Track'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115975597284784315</id><published>2006-10-01T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:16:38.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going After Stark.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-from-henchman_27.html"&gt;Stark gave the go ahead for his "Cape killers" to go after the Local 432&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a message back. "Run wild." Also I put a $50 million hit on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I won't let it end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the in fighting with the super heroes. We "villains" have been holding back. In part to the pay off Stark had been giving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended after he and SHIELD wanted to go after Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;She has too much on her plate already&lt;/a&gt;. So I am going to give Stark something else to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this mess Stark started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime has jumped to 125%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banks are being robbed left and right. The city is turning into a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have only begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lastest rumor is he wants to send Brolly after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to have a meeting with Stark. A good one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Henchmanbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Henchmanbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch him outside of a hotel at 2:30 am. Boy he was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he had a chance to turn on that armor of his, I break his jaw. He blacks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "Whakie whakie, eggs and bakie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.M.: "Hmmp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "What is that, can't speak ? Why don't you try to talk out of that other face of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slap his face. Just so he can feel a fresh load of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "I have you drugged, so you can't call up your armor. We are going to talk Stark. Leave Magdalena out of this. I won't tell you twice and you would never see me twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot him in the leg. He tries to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "Gunshot wounds always burn don't they? Simple Stark, it's simple don't f*** with me. I want Magdalena off your list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just glares at me. I in turn. Stick my thumb into his gunshot wound and twist. He passes out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave him there with a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember Stark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115975597284784315?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115975597284784315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115975597284784315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115975597284784315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115975597284784315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-after-stark.html' title='Going After Stark.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115945792392485146</id><published>2006-09-28T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:47:59.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Havok</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an open order. Due to the current "&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Main_Page"&gt;Civil War&lt;/a&gt;". All members of the Local 432 are now free to do whatever they want. Also I am putting a hit on Iron Man $50 million for his head. Run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHIELD&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Black Widow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115945792392485146?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115945792392485146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115945792392485146&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115945792392485146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115945792392485146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/havok.html' title='Havok'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115928055234912130</id><published>2006-09-26T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:41:28.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Onslaught drama, &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/captured.html"&gt;Vegeta was taken prisoner by SHIELD&lt;/a&gt;. I paid him a visit. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://home.gate.net/~furyofshield/shield/agents/agentclay.html"&gt;the mole &lt;/a&gt;the Local 432 have, I can get into SHIELD any time I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole:" You, know I could get into deep trouble for this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "I don't care, Stark is kissing my ass. Right now the Local 432 could go crazy, but I am keeping them in check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole: "Alright here you go. Everything will be shut off for as long as you need them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "Thanks, you payment will be doubled for this month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach Vegeta's cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "Morning Vegeta. I see you have your laptop. I'll be sure to tell them about that before I leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "You know I was going to let everything go. Until you came after me. Now I have won at the moment. See, there are different ways of beating someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "I don't know what, they are going to do to you. I don't care. However Prince, I will find ways to beat you. Killing you doesn't really work. Hurting your pride does. Also I want you to know that I will not go after anyone in your family. My hate is just for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;432: "By the way...Enjoy your cage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115928055234912130?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115928055234912130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115928055234912130&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115928055234912130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115928055234912130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/payback.html' title='Payback'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115887060719769489</id><published>2006-09-21T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:15:51.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished business</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fight I had with &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/somethings-wrong.html"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;. I lose all of my limbs to him.&lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt; Noel got some replacements &lt;/a&gt;for me. They are good but I miss my real limbs all three of them. So, I head back to the planet to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them, the metal is fine. The limbs can't be used. I will fix that when I get back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate doing this, I tell &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;, we need to head to Earth. Onslaught has to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on Earth. I get my real limbs replaced with stem cells. My left arm never could be because it had to be cauterize to stop me from bleeding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a message from &lt;a href="http://fredthefox.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; about where Onslaught is going, it seems he going after people with no reason. Man, talk about a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make another call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Maggie to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magadlena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115887060719769489?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115887060719769489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115887060719769489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115887060719769489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115887060719769489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/unfinished-business.html' title='Unfinished business'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115859007399572860</id><published>2006-09-18T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:40:50.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky City</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/romantic-intermission.html"&gt;Maggie &lt;/a&gt;and I made our get away to &lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sky City&lt;/a&gt;. It's just what we needed. I could see us living here. The place is amazing, anything you could want is here. Especially Maggie, I have a hard thinking about anything but her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sky City is a save haven. She had a chance to smile. Her eyes sparkle when she wakes up here, next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I in turn get to be with a one of the most breathtaking woman, I may ever meet. After all she has been through. She shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment alone is just ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Maggie on a stroll in the indoor park light at night. It's starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss her as the rain comes down hard. The water slides down her soft skin. I follow the droplets letting them be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First her ears down to her neck. The rain mixed with her skin makes for a extraodinary journey. It leads me to places I want to explore, need to. Slowly, I drink from her rain soaked body. Taking my time to undress her. At the end, I don't know if she is shivering from the rain or whats being done. I take her. The sound of the hard rain against the leaves of the trees is a perfect tempo. She pushs and pulls at me. The rain takes it's time and so do I. Thunder erupts around us and the sky breaks. She smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;Vampi's party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That jerk &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta give me a Ki wedgie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calm down because it would ruin the good time Maggie and I are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will get that little freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://neednewhomestarwars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noel &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115859007399572860?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115859007399572860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115859007399572860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115859007399572860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115859007399572860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/sky-city.html' title='Sky City'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115807162272149676</id><published>2006-09-12T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:25:36.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Onslaught</title><content type='html'>orLadies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just wish I could stay in bed with Maggie. Actually, everyday I wish I could stay in bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we went back to the &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/answering-to-past-part-2.html"&gt;Temple. We found out Cardinal Hermann was killed and a hit was put on Maggie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worst; Onslaught thought it would be a good time to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/onslaught.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/onslaught.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Xavier is such sore loser. I thought the &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hulk would of took care of him&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab Maggie and run like a bat out of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Local 432 headquaters. Since, they were contacted about the hit of $150 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the best place to be. Why? Sometimes it's best to hide in plain sight. For the first five minutes, no one notices anything. Til Herman does a double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey it's that chick from the hit from da Church." Shocker states so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed Demon tries get the jump on us. Shocker takes him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/shocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/shocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is an all out brawl. They start fighting each other to get to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/wrecking%20crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/wrecking%20crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep Maggie next to me, while moving around to keep the frenzy going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Tiger%20shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Tiger%20shark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HENCHMAN I WILL KILL YOU AND THAT WHORE MAGDALENA." Onslaught bellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well guys, if Onslaught kills Madalena and I. No one gets the money." After I said that. 50 supervillains turn on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, then make for the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr.Fixit &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115807162272149676?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115807162272149676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115807162272149676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115807162272149676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115807162272149676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/onslaught.html' title='Onslaught'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115781666013372361</id><published>2006-09-09T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:30:33.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Storm</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just taken Maggie out on the night on the town in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we needed a break from all trauma of everything. I find myself distracted. This thing with Xavier turning in to Onslaught is just another mess. Dammit, it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, when I had nothing to lose. I didn't mind all of madness. Now it seems just too much. Maggie shouldn't have to deal with this. She's to good for this... and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk through the small streets and soft lights, it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Maggie. What is it?" I ask putting the back of my hand on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, you haven't said much all at dinner at all." Maggie takes my hand in hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just reminds me how soft and beautiful her skin is. I don't answer, pulling her a little to get her to start walking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy, stop it and tell me what's going on in your head." She lifts my face to get me to look her in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens Maggie? What happens, when...We stop living like everyday is our last? What happens if we did make it through all of silliness ? I going to help you no matter what, to find out what happend to you're father." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...Maggie, what happens if we live through all of this danger and we find a quiet moment for ourselves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you asking me this,Guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115781666013372361?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115781666013372361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115781666013372361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115781666013372361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115781666013372361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/before-storm.html' title='Before The Storm'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115758204008069328</id><published>2006-09-06T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:35:57.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Get Away</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor X, has been up to some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's on, Wheels. I defended &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone-in-dark-finale-awakening.html"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; from him and the Beast. Only to find that they were projection of Charles mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;, came in and took the Headmaster out. He headed to confront Gaia for some reason. I need to put Maggie in the Van with some of my normal clothes. I let him handle Gaia if he needs help, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I past Chuck's office. Something smashes through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great just what we need now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. no. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. I use "Overdrive" and zip up to him and crack him one, sending him out of the complex. I send a couple of "Dark Beast" to keep him busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find Koma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great this just what, I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is chasing me. I still have Maggie in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fom Koma's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oz, you do remember Henchmans here." reminds Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and." replies Koma he checks his sensors. "They're out in the woods around the Mansion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HENCHMAN, TODAY YOU WILL DIE.' Koma hears the scream in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another psionic burst. What did you hear?" asks Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onslaughts after Henchman." Koma answers. "We better go help them. You ok with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of. How do we beat Onslaught?" asks Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By being smart Lin. By being smart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the woods Henchman and Magdelena are running from Onlsaught. Its a futile race, Onslaught catches them.'I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE HENCHMAN. YOU ARE A WORM YOU NEED TO BE CRUSHED.' Onslaughts words scream into Hechman and Magdelenas minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get outta my head." screams Henchman back. He goes to leap into action, but Onslaught swats him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR EFFORTS ARE NOTHING WORM.' gloats Onslaught. He turns to Magdelena. 'AND YOU WHORE WILL LEARN THEERROR OF YOUR WAYS'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey big red and stupid." shouts Koma. "Pick on someone your own size." Koma smiles. Behind him is a large green man, smiling the same wicked smile.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, one thing has gone right here." I think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hulk will keep him busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma ports us out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin fixed my memory. I ask to be sent to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/get%20away%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/get%20away%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I have a hotel room waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/get%20away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/get%20away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Maggie is better. I ask her what happened and she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;continued at &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fixit's&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115758204008069328?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115758204008069328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115758204008069328&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115758204008069328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115758204008069328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-away.html' title='A Get Away'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115742436990511266</id><published>2006-09-04T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:40:01.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Help</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because, I had no other choice. I took Maggie's body away from the battleground and to one of my safehouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/safehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/safehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Local 432 contacts informed me about Maggie's employers and what they plan to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not fail her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the safe house I place her in the bath and clean her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charles Xavier &lt;/a&gt;orders me to head to Westchester. Part of me wanted to tell him to "F" off, another part of just follows orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; to him. I hate doing it, but it's for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pull up to the driveway. A bunch of kids are staring. I give them a look, they scramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting Maggie in her wheelchair. The Professor escorts us to the med lab. I hate this. This guy left Maggie in her time of need. Also he might take her away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to her and myself if it makes her whole. I will do whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spot, the one who caused all of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia, I plot ways to make sure she never does it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's no danger to you," He told me calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at him."She did this to Maggie!" I shouted. "She has to die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will not touch a hair on her head."Charles informed me. "Gaia has been cleansed of the evil that tainted her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what?! She get's a free pass just like that? Maggie was right, you don't really give a crap about her do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devastating psionic blast that He hit me sent me flying across the lab. I crashed hard into the wall, smashing various beakers and equipment."How dare you?!" He bellowed. "You have no right you foul . . you drugged her didn't you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W-what the hell are you-," I started to say. The Professor brutally ripped past the layers of my mind, searching my memories telepathically.Maggie came to me. He finds, I truly care about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change into my gear.While sitting by Maggies bedside, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/09/should-i.html"&gt;I feel like there was something I was pissed about. However I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-morning.html"&gt;Gaia &lt;/a&gt;wakes up. She was in the bed next to Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, something feels off. I call the only person I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115742436990511266?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115742436990511266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115742436990511266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115742436990511266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115742436990511266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-help.html' title='Getting Help'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115681488097058383</id><published>2006-08-28T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:38:59.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendetta</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com"&gt;Maggie is dead&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com"&gt;Vegeta beaten&lt;/a&gt;. Gaia is still alive. I will fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in touch with &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt; and ask to meet. When I catch up with him. I done something I have never done before in my life to a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneeled and begged. "Koma, please I need to find where Gaia is. I need to kill her while, she is still weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma takes a step back. "Holy Crap." Takes another step back. "Are you ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I have to kill Gaia. She took Maggie from me." I shake with anger and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin comes inbetween us. "Komy, we have to do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma: "We will. I already have a army ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Koma I have to do this myself." I look him the eyes. "Earth needs everyone else here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma sees my intent. He knows, what I will really do. "O.K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opens a portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portal puts me in her Headquaters. The doors open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Guy." A growl comes from a dark throne. "What brings you here." Gaia questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a incredible amout of demons in front of me. "They aren't going to stop me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Henchy, They are here for the floor show." She shows images of the battle in New York. A loop of Gaia hurting Maggie, tossing her through the cemetery. She takes a glance towards me and smiles. Her eyes turn red. The troops part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Overdrive." I yell, This will double my power. The drawback is it may kill me. I don't care this maddness ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flash past Gaia, she put up a force field. "Didn't we do this before, Henchy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smash through puching her in the jaw. Breaking it. It feels good, also it feeds me. Gaia stands up puts her hand over her face, it completely healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not bad Henchy, to bad you counldn't save Magdalena. You are stronger than I thought. My fight with Vegeta has weakened me, else wise you can of never landed that punc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit her again. I land hundreds of blows. "Aaarrrgh." Every hit is vengance. Pay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Gaia does is laugh, with a wave of her hand she pushes me off of her. "How dare you. I am a Goodess. You are a crime against nature." Her hands start to glow. I summon a baker's dozen of "Dark Beast". She enter their minds and turns them on me. I destroy my own troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm about to reach the "Overdrive" limit. I go for one last charge. The Guardian of the planet swings. I duck under and plunge Koma's nerual knife in the back of her skull. She goes out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand over her body. Her army takes it's first step towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No ! He's still my toy." Gaia floats up and mentally pulls the knife out. "Since you fought so hard, you can join your slut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I had left, came back with her calling Maggie that." Overdirve", the power cell doesn't like this. However ,I know how this had to end. I may die, but I'm taking Gaia to hell with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, Koma pulls me through a portal and places me in a damper cell to stop me from self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin comes into the cell. "I failed Lin. I couldn't save Maggie and I couldn't avenge her death." Then I do something, I haven't done in the longest time. I cried in someone's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcatherdal.blogspot.com"&gt;Magdaelna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com"&gt;Koma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com"&gt;Gaia &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115681488097058383?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115681488097058383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115681488097058383&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115681488097058383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115681488097058383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/vendetta.html' title='Vendetta'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115644829339455660</id><published>2006-08-24T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:21:29.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a whirlwind couple of days. Magdalena...I mean, Maggie and I have really connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. All I have is the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bad is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-possessed-or-in-lust.html"&gt;After Maggie transformed into this winged spectral thing&lt;/a&gt;. I took her to a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/home_balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/home_balcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion between us is unbelievable. I only want her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At brunch she is about to leave the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprise her. Locking the door behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring her to a full length mirror. I ask her from behind how she wants to be touched. I let her hands guide me as she watches us from the mirror. I nuzzle her neck. "Maggie, show me how to please you." She does. I scrape my teeth along her her neck. While my fingers explore her. She can't stop looking at the mirror. I kiss her deep and slow. She tries to turn and face me. "No, this is all for you." I whisper. Her body rock in a slow rhythm. The pulse speeds and builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More." She asks. The bright light shines on her supple skin. She puts a hand on the mirror, but keeps the other one as my guide to her secrets. The smell of her just drives me wild. My Goddess begins to release. She rips my pants off, and allows me to share in her passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at the Hotel. I get a message that everyone must meet at Westchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115644829339455660?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115644829339455660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115644829339455660&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115644829339455660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115644829339455660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/maggie.html' title='Maggie.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115637008140798081</id><published>2006-08-23T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:14:31.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up next to &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/pausing-to-exhale.html"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;. I had the best sleep of my life. She looked so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump into the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up to breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made scrambled eggs and toast with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Guy, this smells great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat up." I watch her eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you want any?" She asks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will have some after you shower." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish my coffee. She comes out in a satin slip and her hair still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss her softly, then deeper. I give the her bottom lips a nibble.I pull her close and whisper in her ear "Magdalena."I follow that, with a lite kiss on her neck. Next is her collar bones. I grace her skin with fingers. I kiss her chest through her slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look her into her eyes. " Last night you became my Goddess, let me worship you." I kneel down and bite her stomach slow and easy. She gasps. As I claw her buttocks skillfully. I am in awe of her exquisite skin. I give her slow prolonged Australian kiss. Stopping at the last moment to bite her hips. She arches her back in the most beautiful manner. I drink from her, not because my life depends it, because my soul does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets off a shudder and pulls me to her. Magdalena looks deep within my soul. We become waves of passion. Crashing into each other. Holding nothing back. Rocking ourselves to an incredible build up. Time has no meaning. At the perfect time the crescendo comes. We both hold on to one another not wanting it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave her 2 dozen long stem roses and note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I would not do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize more than ever. Gaia has to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115637008140798081?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115637008140798081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115637008140798081&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115637008140798081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115637008140798081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115628968426044243</id><published>2006-08-22T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:10:51.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magdalena</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked down &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, I wanted to tell her my side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want." She say with a hint of hurt in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to tell you my side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine what is it?" She asked forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look can we do this somewhere else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later, at dinner." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen if the world is going to end, let me at least buy you dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have got to be kidding me. If Charles knew about this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles isn't here." I respond in a short manner."I am sorry, I want to tell you all that you want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name? Give me your real name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magdalena, my name is Guy Abrams. If you want anymore. You will have to ask at dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up at 8:45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/nicole-kidman-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/nicole-kidman-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take her to a small place that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start with my Maddess with henching began &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/origin-v.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inform her, so she could see how life has changed me and given me this harsh out look at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my side of thing with the payment from her and &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-sides.html"&gt;Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let her know how she made me feel the moment she touched me and that I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just my powers. When I use them to look into hearts of men it happens a lot." Yet she doesn't look me in the eyes when she says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, then we are done here." I finish the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me, then looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me get you in a cab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escort her outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a chill in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull her into me to keep her warm as I hail her a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slaps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115628968426044243?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115628968426044243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115628968426044243&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115628968426044243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115628968426044243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/magdalena.html' title='Magdalena'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115612173166186195</id><published>2006-08-20T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:18:13.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three sides...</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone once said..." There are three sides to every story; His, hers and the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting in the &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting.html"&gt;X-Men's &lt;/a&gt;"War room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta comes up to me. "Don't fool yourself. You know the best way to end this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And..." I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think Magdalena has the nerve for it. I want you to be my eyes and ears on the group that's going to D.C." He says with a shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have enough money on the planet, to pay me, to work for you." I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks and pops a capsule, a laptop comes flying out. 30 seconds later, I never seen that amount of money in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine Vegeta, you're right. I don't think Magdalena can do what's needed, to end this madness..."&lt;br /&gt;I have transfer the money in to my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Later on the Blackbird to D.C.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-mary-give-me-strength-part-5.html"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;, herself asks to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I agree with Veg-head. She places her hand on my chest, it starts to glow. She looks me in the eyes and tells me "I also know your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn away to break the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt, that warm and safe in a long time. I don't like it. Because I know a life, like that, is a lie. As I turned and wiped my eyes. She offers to pay me, to keep Vegeta from killing Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the money and have it sent to the only honest Orphanage in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-sides-to-every-story.html"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt; what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how would you stop me." He asks in a cocky manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no stopping you, Vegeta. I would have to kill you." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn right." Vegeta answers back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena finds out about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know this isn't just about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how she made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think, she wouldn't make the hardest choice in her life. I don't want her to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115612173166186195?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115612173166186195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115612173166186195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115612173166186195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115612173166186195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-sides.html' title='Three sides...'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115570215028035327</id><published>2006-08-16T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:41:56.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading To D.C.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta talk me out of leaving the X-Men on their own. He wants to kill Gaia, I agree. If she has this much power and wants to destroy all life on the planet. It is the fastest and easiest choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Professor is leading us. So I will follow his orders. So I am on the Blackbird to D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems the Headmaster has also MeMe'ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.4. Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tag three people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing else to do on this flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu with me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yaochen added,"Watch for energy to crumble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not eat food for their soldiers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the enemy suddenly adandon their food supplies, they should be tested first before eating, lest they be poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not stop an army on its way home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do keep it with me at all times. I choose to Tag: Gyrobo, Deadpool and A.O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115570215028035327?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115570215028035327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115570215028035327&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115570215028035327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115570215028035327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/heading-to-dc.html' title='Heading To D.C.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115561302452551560</id><published>2006-08-14T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:01:32.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting The X-Men</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Cloak and Dagger "Port" us to the X- Men HQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny all of the woman in the joint start sniffing around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/super0048_jolie_wolvie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/super0048_jolie_wolvie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dad doesn't like you." X-23 informs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look kid I don't care. Where are the grown ups?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/super0035_ellen_noturno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/super0035_ellen_noturno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I can show you. The &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor&lt;/a&gt; just showed up." Nocturne tells me. Then takes me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/super0003_salma_psylocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/super0003_salma_psylocke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't be here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well, Psylocke. Do you guys want help or not? I could just go back to Hacknor and not deal with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ladies took me to the war room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in, already a see I am not welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to walk out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115561302452551560?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115561302452551560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115561302452551560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115561302452551560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115561302452551560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting-x-men.html' title='Meeting The X-Men'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115543701322215621</id><published>2006-08-12T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:58:59.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Going On...</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we last left off: Cyberdyne doesn't have the chips in New York and teamed up with Mia is capture yours truly for study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 50 feet to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia's energy coils wrap around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SHOCK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I felt that one in my teeth. I fall to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What, you're shocked&lt;/span&gt;." Mia jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump toa run at full speed 245mph. Dragging her along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding a few flips and rolls. Just to make her trip fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she lost her lunch at 42nd St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we are surrounded by (I think) demons or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start attacking Mia. She lets me go and runs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summon some of my dark beast to see which are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Zombies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York was a rumble. Super beings "good" and "bad" are kicking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything settles down. I try to find out what going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Dagger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Dagger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagger tells me, what she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will deal with Peterson and Mia later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head over to Westchester to find out the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115543701322215621?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115543701322215621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115543701322215621&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115543701322215621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115543701322215621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-going-on.html' title='Something Going On...'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115524911951565804</id><published>2006-08-10T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:56:42.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Lin-bot the intel about the Cyberdyne chips. She in turn told Koma and Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three possible places for said chips. The European Headquaters in Munchen, Germany, Pacific Headquaters in Sydney and New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, is where I am going to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/nyc_skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/nyc_skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to go back home. Mia wants to go shopping.What did I get myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust her. S.H.E.I.L.D. has put her on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma, I think has got away. So I have to find a way to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to Cyberdyne HQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/AOLTWCenter-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/AOLTWCenter-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the top ten floors of the AOL Time Warner building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make my way to the top floors, I change into my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia puts her outfit on, in front of me. Man, that girl has no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I wouldn't either if I looked like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E.I.L.D. wants me to keep the bodycount down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see, that up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop the lift and get out before the target point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't tell me you are going through the shaft. All super spy. Right&lt;/span&gt;."Mia asks me, in a smart ass manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. You are going up, since you are so buddy, buddy with them." I order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. If they (SHEILD) wants the chip without a bloodbath. You handle it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send her the rest of the way. Fool me once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the stairs to the hot zone.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*Mia arrives at the penthouse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He's not coming. Yeah, I know you wanted to look at his power cell and cybernetics&lt;/span&gt;." Mia says to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, you are worthless. The chip isn't here, but we wanted to have the Henchman for study."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm sorry. I get him here&lt;/span&gt;." She pleads&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change out of the gear, into civil wear. I put on my glasses and Cyberdyne I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I place Koma's neural knife in my suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the office I take note of the purple lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Power dammers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Mia, you did it to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set low level EMP disks against the walls. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost walking the entire top floor, there is a level five security area my ID won't let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait by the water cooler. I see movement pass the glass doors. I head to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the bathroom, I click my pen twice. Sending a short to the closed camera system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the person with the clearance. As she is washing her hands. I short her out. Placing a my own spy system on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out. Mia spots me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys head towards me. I make a break for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the glass of the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 feet and I out of the control area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coils wrap around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Mia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See Koma's and TX's blog for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115524911951565804?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115524911951565804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115524911951565804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115524911951565804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115524911951565804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115463100292099691</id><published>2006-08-03T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:34:41.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the man's dirty work</title><content type='html'>Followed up from &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lin's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wake up sleepyhead&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/mia2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/mia2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit Mia, we didn't...Again...Did, we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's a matter, I thought we were having fun&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not the point. Your father was one of my best friends. Never mind, I gotta go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.I.E.L.D. has captured Koma. In order to get Lin-bot and I, to get the Ultron chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her to stay on the set til I can find some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to the Downtown area. To see if the Local 432 chapter here, has any info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact tells me to go and hang out at "Little Tokyo". Wow this is a place you don't want to be after dark, but hey I got a job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense I'm being followed. I duck into a cheap liquor store and buy a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadows stay about two blocks behind me. There is about four or five on my tail. The smell of dead fish is what's really killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only two at my back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a block a head of me there are two more goons. Leaving only way to go is the alley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way suits me better than they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the alley way, is this short guy with a bad comb over and a short wide tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what are you doing poking around here...Guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great he knows my name. I get the feeling isn't a two-bit gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I doing a job. Let me do it. I let you live." I calmly tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, your funny Mr. Abrams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last chance to go in one piece." I say hoping that they well take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cyberdyne, know all about you. Above your head are power dampers. Didn't notice the purple glow in the alley." He adds a laugh to that remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That just means, Ihave to do this the hard way." I go to pull my piece out. It isn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah...Your girlfriend did us a favor." Now, he is smirking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go down to one knee and put the bottle of wine right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his boys grabs my right shoulder. I, in turn grab his hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spin around with the bottle in my hand and smash it across his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Clash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass goes flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It knocks him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull the doof into me and use him as a shield. Thankfully, this guy, kept his gun in back of his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Meatbag" takes four shots. Well he was good for some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot two but the gun jams on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Short round" tries to knife me in the back. I twist away and punch him the back of the skull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That puts him in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last "Goofy little bastard" drops his gun and wants to go one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I fought the Grey Hulk to a draw. Do you really want to do this with me." I ask, to see if he take's the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but that was with your powers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs at me. Ready to tackle me to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knee him in the face. As he falls back, I catch his tie. Round house kick to the jaw. It breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take their wallets, keys, cell phones and guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me with "Short round."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the information I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115463100292099691?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115463100292099691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115463100292099691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115463100292099691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115463100292099691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/doing-mans-dirty-work.html' title='Doing the man&apos;s dirty work'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115448687224848483</id><published>2006-08-01T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:31:40.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Magic</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my hotel suite&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt; Koma &lt;/a&gt;leaves me a video message. He wants me on the security detail on some movie Lin-bot is doing with the real Lohan...Ok, this already smells funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get there he tells me to check up on Lawson-fyfe and hie secretary Alison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do is walk around the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a big budget movie, they seem not to have a lot of equipment.Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head for Lawson-fyfe trailer. Inside I find him and his secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you get out. What do you think you are doing in here." He tries to order me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, chief I'm working the security here. You know that guy 'Koma' is wanted right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawson-fyfe: "Good God. What two-bit place did they get you from, It's all part of the plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan? I play his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry sir, I just got sent to this location. I need to be filled in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Filled in...We are not paying you to think. Just do as you are told. Alison, will 'fill you in'." He barks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to his secertary. " Mr. Lawson-fyfe said you would be the one to catch me up on evertything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing, you know you don't look like the rest of this guys...I mean, I sure you could tussle with the best of them. However, you not a 6'10, 325 ibs. guy either." She tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." I try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I like that.I'm Alison,but you can call me anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think to myself. That line is cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just need the basic details."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will get us a couple of cups of coffee and then I will fill you in...on everything." She says as she walks out the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to hack into the laptop that is there.For some reason hacking into a basic laptop shouldn't be this hard. Then it pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.E.I.L.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type in the alpha code for S.H.E.I.L.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******-*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in. I burn all of the info on to a disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison comes in." Well I'm sorry I took so long,but...Why are you on my laptop...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushes me a side and sees a game of freecell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry." I respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison: "You can't be on that thing. You need to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet Koma later and hand him the disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I head off the lot. I am stopped.Someone gets out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/liz_bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/liz_bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115448687224848483?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115448687224848483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115448687224848483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115448687224848483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115448687224848483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/08/movie-magic.html' title='Movie Magic'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115418821387346601</id><published>2006-07-29T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:14:30.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tables, Ladders and Chairs</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fight with &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Fixit &lt;/a&gt;aka the Grey Hulk, was interrupted by a group from the G.L. Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that they were a little sore from the &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-green-lanterns.html"&gt;beating &lt;/a&gt;the L.G.S. crew gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they thought I would be easy pickings after the cage match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right. After using "Overdrive", Fixit had me dead to rights. I still was going to fight til there was nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Corps stopped the fight trying the apprehend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing happened. Fixit came to my defense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are going to make this a tag match. My yellow dark beasts took out the newbies. Leaving us with; Guy Gardener and Kilowog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy tells Joe to say his prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/hulk145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/hulk145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves me with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/GL_Kilowog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/GL_Kilowog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe takes Guy on in the area. I take Killy outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard it was savage. Fixit let the GL hit me a few times to get his blood up. Then laid the smackdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught Guy with a thunderclap, in turn Gardner raised a force field up. Joe just went to town on that thing. Smashing it to bits. After the ring ran out juice, Guy fainted and left a spot of yellow on his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile; Kilowog and I were playing a game of wits. I moved our fight outside so I "could stick and move".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My power cell is up and running, but I didn't want to use "Overdrive" again. Fearing what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw anything I could find at him tables, ladders, chairs and babies...Ok it was low but I had to distract him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him looking all a round for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. I speed up my attacks, adding dark beast to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has him frantic. He can't tell where I going to strike next if he doesn't know where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a slot goes heading for him I grab his calfs, slamming him face first into an SUV. Then I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fight with the Hulk taught me. I shouldn't fight them on their terms. I should fight them on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He floats down to the ground. realizing my plan.I notice this seems he also is running out power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alright you pozer, let finish this&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punch him in the gut and hit all of his soft spots at super speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open hand jabs into a rig hand strike. An overhand right misses only to connect with a downward elbow. Knee to the inner thigh, roundhouse to the lower back. I get a hold of his head, twist it into a tornado DDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Setting off all of the car alarms in the city .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at the after party the IRS finds me and takes their cut of the 2 millon leaving me 500 grand. Fixit says he going to a private card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/hulk143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/hulk143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to the hotel to ice.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115418821387346601?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115418821387346601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115418821387346601&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115418821387346601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115418821387346601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/tables-ladders-and-chairs.html' title='Tables, Ladders and Chairs'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115377653218185295</id><published>2006-07-24T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:19:38.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Fixit Fight Night</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my ass handed to me by 4 &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terminators&lt;/a&gt;. I left Koma. To go spar with &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/07/what.html"&gt;Goku.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Goku is a great guy. I am sure that, if I had met him instead of Vegeta. I would of became a hero, not a henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me some great things and even taught me how to do the Kaioken. Which I like to call Overdrive. So far it will make me Twice as strong and fast. However, I can only use for 15 minutes, also it seems to upset my cold fusion cell. Meaning, I could blow up at anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to the fight night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at the Coliseum Casino. Everything is first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the press conference :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out, I getting $2 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Fixit is getting $20 million...Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odds 75 to 1. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter the Adamntium cage. Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Fixit%20fight%20night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Fixit%20fight%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be a fool to tell you, I wasn't scared, but, I am damn sure, I am going to hold my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Fixit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Fixit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enters the area. The place goes wild. The cheers are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fixit, Fixit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to loosen up,go through my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enters the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fixit, Fixit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lock up. Testing our strength against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws me across the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up an shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lock up again. He gets me in headlock. I counter with a back body drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring shifts a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Not bad kid. Now I know I don't have to go lite on you."&lt;/span&gt; He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not take me as a joke." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Ha. To me, every one is a jok..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit him in the face at 75 mph. He take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd shuts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmmp&lt;/span&gt;." As he take off his coat."&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok kid, you asked for it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thunderclap&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge sound wave comes at my direction, to bad I am all ready behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit at full strength(50 tons.) with roundhouse kick in the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let a flurry of punches and elbows into his face at 245 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fakes a thunderclap and grabs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tossed around like a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit puts me in a "Bear hug"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cracks. I don't know what. I think it is a rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I box his ears at full speed and strength. He lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use this to my advantage. I run up his body, bicycle kicking in the face into a double back flip 10 feet away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself getting stronger from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Craniotomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Craniotomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Cerberos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Cerberos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now you're just making me mad&lt;/span&gt;." He belows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Dark beast attack. I target his lower back. Using the ropes to add speed I ram into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping him down to knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hulk smas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh no. I am going to beat you kid&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spin into a side kick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He catches my foot, throws me into the cage's bars...Oww. Fixit puts his hands around my throat. "&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Goodbye kid&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dark beast claws at his back. He forgets me for a second. Ripping them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OVERDRIVE&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yell. Activating the Kaioken. I can now lift?press 100 tons and move at 600 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly around the ring hitting the Grey Hulk with eveything I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it's enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/hulk_gray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/hulk_gray1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued at &lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr.Fixit's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115377653218185295?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115377653218185295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115377653218185295&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115377653218185295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115377653218185295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/mrfixit-fight-night.html' title='Mr.Fixit Fight Night'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115318127488171247</id><published>2006-07-17T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:15:30.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking The Fight To Utron</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update then we will get on to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Koma_edited%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Koma_edited%20%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma, informs me about &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magneto's&lt;/a&gt; problem. No, not the one where he couldn't get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto, once again went off half cocked (see problem #1) after Ultron . When is this guy going to realize you need a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thankfully &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma,&lt;/a&gt;had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his hideout he handed me a visor and EMP gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visor will allow me to see into the Terminators and find their weak spot. If I hit the yellow spot ( the cpu) with a pulse from the EMP gun . It will shut them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive Mags trys to give Koma crap about me being there. Just as I am going shut him up. Koma puts Magneto in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle ground is a mess. &lt;a href="http://txthenewmodel.blogspot.com"&gt;Sky&lt;/a&gt; and Ultron have had a test of who's will is stronger. It ended in a tie/ explosion of Terminators. It seems the bots couldn't handle the information overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Koma had the forsight to bring his own army of synthoids with him. So we should have this in the bag, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where they are coming from, but there still seems to be a group of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Sky, Lin-bot, Koma and "Sir Mags" himself go off to handle Ultron. If they need me, I'll help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to get the Brotherhood together and work as a unit. Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guys I want a V formation with the Blob front and center.Pyro at his left and Avalanche his right. Mystique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit,where is she...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I saw her run off to catch up with Magneto and the Fembot&lt;/span&gt;." Pryo tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you guys run drills on how to work as a team?" I ask them, not really wanting to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No. We just usually charge into whoever we are fighting&lt;/span&gt;." Blob informs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, no wonder the X-Men beat them like a throw rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/blobpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/blobpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See watch this&lt;/span&gt;" The Blob runs right into a bunch of Terminators, but taking out a lot more of Koma's synthoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A T-800 jumps on his back and crushes it's own hand against his temples, knocking the Blob out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pryo and the other one follow that "Goofy little bastard's" example and end up layed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks.You guys were a big help&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's me and a few synthoids vs and 2 dozen Terminators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath, pick my targets and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two go down. The synthoids were destroyed, but take three out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 down. 19 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bound to my right at top speed. I can't hold back on these things. Firing as many shots as I can. I hit four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 down.15 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While rolling back to the lifeless pile of synthoids. I pick up their guns.One of the Terminator graps my leg. I turn and unload the entire clip in it head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 to 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going make it. Damn.just keep going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take some pressure off of me I summon a "dark beast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/troll-3.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/troll-3.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It plows through them. Giving me a chance to breath. My "dark beast" drops the number to six left as he undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has helped me a great deal. Thats the good news. The bad new is the; the guns ran out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Terminators against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not, I never thought I live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They form a circle around me. There is no flesh on any of them left. They look at me with their red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They almost seem happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let a roar that would scare the Gods themselves. I charge forward, fake a overhand right,drop into a leg sweep and follow with a terrible uppercut, ripping the head off of the one that was in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 down. 5 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest make a grab at me. No dice. I spin to my left catch one in a DDT. Smashing its skull to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 to 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dogpile on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw elbows in every direction. Until I blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Countined from Magneto,Sky, Koma and Lin-bot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115318127488171247?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115318127488171247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115318127488171247&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115318127488171247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115318127488171247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/taking-fight-to-utron.html' title='Taking The Fight To Utron'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115302256988653808</id><published>2006-07-15T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:02:49.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short while I will be taking on the "Grey" Hulk aka Mr.Fixit. In a cage match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start training in the LGS compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the Holo deck. Taking off all the safety measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fight3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeling stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'm ready. Mr. Fixit is not to be taken lightly. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115302256988653808?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115302256988653808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115302256988653808&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115302256988653808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115302256988653808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115256457124232784</id><published>2006-07-10T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:05:15.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeing Magneto</title><content type='html'>(Update : Lin-Bot has taken Magento's place in the Vault, and Mystquie is posing as Cyclops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit Mia, put on your uniform. For this operation to work, you need to be ready like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fine, I thought that Koma was going to meet us here. I wanted him to be the first to see it&lt;/span&gt;." Mia pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Constrictor%20%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just get ready." I order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Constrictor and I are going to break &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lin &lt;/a&gt;out, to cover our tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note; Fixit didn't fall for Koma's ploy and tricked me into doing his job for him.&lt;br /&gt;( Fool me once Fixit... Just keep thinking I'm not problem and you're in for trouble.) I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the matter at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As make way to the Vault. I see &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Professor X&lt;/a&gt; being lead to a car by Cyclops. I remind myself that I am not working for Magneto. That, this for Koma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the car drive off. Magneto is now free and out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto is freeded. Now is part of phase two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent sometime in the Vault, so I know my way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Constrictor shorts out the power with her own ( She can convert all energy into super strength.). Now she is super-charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complex is now on red alert. The Guards are going be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I summon a few Dark Beast to keep the guards busy. I get a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/break%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/break%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's Clobbering time &lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump out of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mia, this is all yours." I order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What...are you kidding me&lt;/span&gt;...?" She asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just lead him futher into the Vault." I instruct. Unlike Magneto, I make plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mole, that the Local 432 has put in place at S.H.I.E.L.D. is earning his keep. He let me know that the "Gray wonder" tipped them off. In turn, they would send &lt;a href="http://www.marveldirectory.com/individuals/t/thing.htm"&gt;Ben Grimm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Once again, Fixit just cause you are smart now, don't think you have all the angles.) I think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.k, Mia head to Magneto's cell and get him out of here. I handle the Thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Good. I going to kill him&lt;/span&gt;." She says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Damnit, Mia finish the contract." I bark out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she runs off. The Thing trys to give chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Ben, I can't let you go after her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toss a grenade in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes him mad. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need him mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts swinging, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay just enough out of his reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the power line for the holding cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia should almost be at Magneto's cell. Time to wrap this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While slipping under a sloppy right hook. I begin a summoning. I connect with an elbow sweeping upward to his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stands back up. He sees my gift for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/break%20out3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/break%20out3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ain't dis the luck of everybodies favorite blue eye&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whoose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames engulf him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to make it to "Mags" cell, before Mia finds out he's really gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my warm up with Mr.Grimm. The energy grids that keep the cells apart are blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every super-villain in the place is free and they are rioting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make it to the plastic cell, Mia and Lin- bot are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have time for this. Koma, pick us up." I scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we know, we are teleported out, and the Vault is destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the Thing to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/break%20out%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/break%20out%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Syn-bot's of Koma, myself and Lin that were at &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cyclops&lt;/a&gt; party, were a cover for this operation. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115256457124232784?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115256457124232784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115256457124232784&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115256457124232784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115256457124232784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/freeing-magneto.html' title='Freeing Magneto'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115245510428891592</id><published>2006-07-09T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T10:37:33.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Fixit back</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on another planet.&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt; Mr. Fixit &lt;/a&gt;destroyed the Local 432 headquaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some of the out of work henchmen of the Local 432, scout out Fixit's base of operations.  It seems He has a nice big building in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop by in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr.Bruce Banner," I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fixit%20pay%20back2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fixit%20pay%20back2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"y..yes, can I help you..." This wimp questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell Mr. Fixit, here my response."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slap him around and let him run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fixit%20pay%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fixit%20pay%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wreck his building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/fixit%20pay%20back4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/fixit%20pay%20back4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Fixit...Game set and match. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115245510428891592?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115245510428891592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115245510428891592&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115245510428891592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115245510428891592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/paying-fixit-back.html' title='Paying Fixit back'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115213829070807826</id><published>2006-07-05T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:38:15.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Constrictor</title><content type='html'>continued from Lin's &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know Frank was taken from us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to introduce his daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor#2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Constrictor%232-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor#2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor#2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor#2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor#2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia was also a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. However, She wishies to avenge Frank. She is black belt in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goju-ryu"&gt;Goju-Ryu&lt;/a&gt;, expert in small arms weapons and a Mutant. She can absorb energy and turn it into superstrength. It will take sometime, but we will format her costume.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115213829070807826?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115213829070807826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115213829070807826&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115213829070807826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115213829070807826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-constrictor.html' title='The New Constrictor'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115205174801004119</id><published>2006-07-04T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:42:13.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friend Frank</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all for coming today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Constrictor"&gt;Frank Panye &lt;/a&gt;, came (like many of us) from a broken home.He later worked deep cover for S.H.I.E.L.D. After Fury drove Frank from the espionage organization. He become know to us as Frank Schlicting aka The Constrictor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank was a great guy. Someone you really could count on. He was one hell of a poker player and loved the ballet. Many of you at the Local 432, are angry and calling for heads to roll. I understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to the fact ,that Frank was (as we say) "giging out" and not a full time employee of Magneto. Magneto (by our own bylaws) can only be cited for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, people...I am with you. Due to this lasted warning, Magento is now on the "Red" list.Meaning; that you will have to take care of yourself. If you choose to work for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor_Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Since the Constrictor has no heirs. His 401k will be put back into the companies retirement fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor_Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Constrictor_Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our us will miss you Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115205174801004119?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/07/game-set-and-match.html' title='Our Friend Frank'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115205174801004119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115205174801004119&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115205174801004119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115205174801004119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-friend-frank.html' title='Our Friend Frank'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115187423115635762</id><published>2006-07-02T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:48:24.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to the battle royal</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to tell my side of the story. As the Constrictor and I get zapped into D.C. I find that there was no real plan in place. Fine I work on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start working over Wolverine pretty good. When Mr.&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/"&gt; Fixit &lt;/a&gt;joins in, this will actually help me. However, he brought a friend too...&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/06/wait-how-did-i-get-into-this-crossover.html"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I spent at the LGS so far has been good for me. I have been able to scout Veg Head out. I was holding my own until, I tried drunken monkey on him. Next thing I know, I am in the Kennedy Arts Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make my way to Vegata. The &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Furball &lt;/a&gt;wants a piece of me. Ok round two. Lin-bot wants to join the fight. Hey, I am cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Dr. Mc Coy reprograms her and she goes around chasing Koma. To his credit &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koma &lt;/a&gt;steps up in a big way. He takes out his Lin-bot with a knife to the skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am left with the wannabie furry. At this time I have taken on both him and Veggie, one on one. I am a little beat and let my guard down. Big mistake, he cuts of my left elbow. That doesn't stop me though. The Dark Phoeinx does she went postal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is a mess. We have to re-group.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115187423115635762?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115187423115635762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115187423115635762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115187423115635762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115187423115635762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-to-battle-royal.html' title='Update to the battle royal'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115163323494833247</id><published>2006-06-29T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:09:26.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is on...</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: The Henchman has made it through the last round of LGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Yours truly is heading to D.C. to help out &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Captain Koma &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magneto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/hency#2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/hency%232.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am bring a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Constrictor_-_Frank_Payne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Constrictor_-_Frank_Payne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115163323494833247?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115163323494833247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115163323494833247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115163323494833247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115163323494833247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-is-on.html' title='It is on...'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115149559284432593</id><published>2006-06-28T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:58:49.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After My LGS posting I got away for a while. Fluke Starbucker spanked my post. Man this world spins and a dime. So I thought I would start out with some thing light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115149559284432593?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115149559284432593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115149559284432593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115149559284432593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115149559284432593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/ladies-and-gents-after-my-lgs-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115064835071182180</id><published>2006-06-18T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:15:00.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayla has come back to LGS, I couldn't be happier for her. I think that it is for the best to leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through the LGS barracks,I find Aayla in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She throws herself on me saying " Oh, I missed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good feeling about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a matter ?" She asks." Come, sit on the bed with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is really weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aayla, are you alright?" I ask." You seem different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I just want to tell you everything that is going on. Please sit." She pulls out a chair for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I going to stand if you don't mind." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs my hand, starts to pull me toward her. For some reason she has her other hand behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch a gleam of some thing and jump back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blade cuts my A.I.M. suit at the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell..." I holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for sending that &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt; after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/mys#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/mys%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute,Mystique. I sent that thing after the 'Fem-bot'. Not you." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe me and continues to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the arm that is holding the knife and twist it around to where her arm is now behind her in the shape of a chicken wing, as I am doing this, I also place my forearm across her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cut it out Mystique. You can't beat me." I inform her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can try..." She says, as her arm seems to turn into jello. Allowing her to break free of my hold on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pirouettes into an axe kick, hitting my face. She clutchs the back of my head to knee me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stagger." That is it. Girl or no girl. Papa spank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystique flips on top of my shoulders to take me down.I &lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Powerbomb"&gt;powerbomb&lt;/a&gt; her to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a spining heel kick...caught I twirl her around. I see that she is using &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muay_Thai"&gt;hard styles &lt;/a&gt;against me. That will not work. I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taijiquan"&gt;soft style&lt;/a&gt; master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she goes to hit me. I circle into a counter stike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is taking to changing forms; First into a hulking beast, which does help her get a little stronger, but not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be nice about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she is shifting, I pull a Vegeta and use my super speed. Landing thirty punches in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to kill her. so I use normal human strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to me surprise, she is still standing. "What's a matter? Can't be a man and finish the job."She weakly speaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trip Mystique to the floor, and with all my strength I punch right next to her head through the floor. Shaking the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this what you want...?" I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, ever since that robot showed up Magneto doesn't care about me." She cries."After you sent your dark beast, I had it. I stopped my mission in California to come and kill you. I can't kill the 'Fem-bot', so I thought I could kill you and make Magneto happy with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get the hell out of hear." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Mags is surrounded by nutcases.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115064835071182180?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115064835071182180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115064835071182180&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115064835071182180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115064835071182180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115063710463024928</id><published>2006-06-18T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:04:03.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of training with the Holo Deck at &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;LGS&lt;/a&gt; today check it out &lt;a href="http://www.hackernetwork.com/flash/stickdeathx.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115063710463024928?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115063710463024928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115063710463024928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115063710463024928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115063710463024928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115032886459391604</id><published>2006-06-14T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:47:44.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fem bot</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com"&gt;TX's blog&lt;/a&gt;, she got into my dreams while I was at Last Gladiator Standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you want to play like that, Fem-bot. I can get dirty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Professor train me to ward off your little dream powers. He also gave me your location, after you tired to pose as Magdalena .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my little friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Summons Dark beast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/lgs9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/lgs9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will cover your base in the worst stuff you can think of. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115032886459391604?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com' title='Fem bot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115032886459391604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115032886459391604&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115032886459391604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115032886459391604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/fem-bot.html' title='Fem bot'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115025218025910866</id><published>2006-06-13T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:29:40.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,I just got tagged by Deadpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Other than yourself pick the contestant that remains in Last Gladiator Standing you think will win? Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite color of Pink? Salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What's your favorite episode of Golden Girls? Anyone when Sofia got laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were Anna Nicole Smith, what would you do with your child? Send him some place where he can be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many figures am I holding up? A spiderman and spawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decipher this code: *66hsther;o adthaodf stop. Hechman is the Hottest Gladiator Standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's wrong with this Meme? Doesn't use enough shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Create your own question and answer it. Why do birds sing? because they can't act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your wrestler name? Yellow fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a man crush on Luke Cage? No, but Bendis does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you the weakest link? Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you prepared for the Dalek invasion over &lt;a href="http://fancomics.3.forumer.com/index.php?act=idx" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;? Yes, those things hurt Aalya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Switch lives with one blogger for a year? Professor X, he is well respected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who has the best sidekick in LGS? AOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you watched the season finale of Doctor Who, what did you think? I don't get the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know who Lookwell! is? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Tag 3 people you wouldn't share socks with(except Henchmen) Aoc, Magento and his fembot Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115025218025910866?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115025218025910866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115025218025910866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115025218025910866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115025218025910866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115020924093949477</id><published>2006-06-13T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:35:04.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin V</title><content type='html'>continued from &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-part-ii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-iii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-iv.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Scarecrow's goodie bag and I was making my way to the vents. So far I am unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey meat, you ain't going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn behind myself,look around and see &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/batman_killercroc_8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/batman_killercroc_8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer Croc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The guards knew you would try to save him. So they let me out to play&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your damage?" I ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like hurting people.&lt;/span&gt;" He grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I am losing time. I think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs me and throw 20 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, boy you ain't as tough as Two-face boys said you are&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of ******. He hurts people because, he thinks he can. I going prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up half way, keeping my body a small target. bouncing on the balls of my feet. Left, right, left, right setting up a rhythum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So you are gonna dance or fight&lt;/span&gt;". He tries to joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I go to hand you,your ass. Ranger style, Army Ranger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croc runs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, He's fast. I catch him in a drop toe hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drop toe-hold:The attacker falls to the ground, placing one foot at the front of the opponent's ankle and the other in the back of the shin. This causes the victim to fall face first into the ground.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blam echoes through the hallways of Arkham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spin around to captilalize on his face-plant. Roundhouse kick to the face. Grab him in a headlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wrong move meat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I was a Pro wrestler&lt;/span&gt;." He tells me as picks me up and drops me on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a rib crack. I having trouble breathing. I need to beat him fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodie bag.I throw Scarecrow's bag in Croc's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bats, Bats get them off of me&lt;/span&gt;." He screechs and shakes. He starts to foam at the mouth, claw at his skin. He pulls clucks of flesh off his back and bites them. Then finally passes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news/ Bad news time: I beat Killer Croc/ I used up plan "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to do this the hard way. I walk to "Killer" an rip out a fang, it is a now a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=shiv"&gt;shiv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way to the Annex where they are holding Dr.Polaris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching the guard by surprise,as I twist his head left, I pull the shiv from the left to the right on his neck. One down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on his uniform and take his gun, the uniform is a little big. As I stalk the next guard, someone yells at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey..., get your ass over here." a guard shouts." There has been a break in Dr.Polaris cell. We are going to need all the help with can get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were set to hit Polaris tonight, but someone has blasted open his cell." He replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ra's Al Ghul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/rasalghul_180.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/rasalghul_180.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is my name". This older guys speaks, as the guard next to me is shot in between the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small army around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will not allow Dr.Polaris to be harmed. For, we have plans that will need him in days to come." The old man tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not taking &lt;a href="http://www.glcorps.org/dr_polar.html"&gt;Dr.Emerson&lt;/a&gt;." I roar, charging froward with my weapon drawn. I fire three shots. Two hit their target taking out Al Ghul's bodyguards. The third stops in mid-air, then floats down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is ok, I am going on my own free will." Emerson expresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go to protest and this &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;q=sylph"&gt;sylph&lt;/a&gt;, put my lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Shiva.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Shiva.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up a day later at a bus terminal with two notes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me out in Arkham. You are good kid. Get out now. The road you are on now will lead to no good. Forget ******, he is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were beaten by Lady Shiva. However, I saw no fear in your eyes. I read Emerson note. He is wrong revenge, will make you stronger. I will be watching you. If you do reach you potetnial, I will give you the honor of dying by my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached to the second note was a invite to Hydra.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115020924093949477?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115020924093949477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115020924093949477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115020924093949477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115020924093949477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/origin-v.html' title='Origin V'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-115001381261259548</id><published>2006-06-11T03:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:19:22.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Henchman uncovered</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt;. I have come to find out that, the men of &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;Last Gladiator Standing &lt;/a&gt;are in this month's Playgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/playgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/playgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they got my name wrong. It is Henchman, not Henchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, some one took a photo of me. While I was swimming around Hacknor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/abe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/abe%27s%20079.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I hope at least Aalya likes them. Dental for all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-115001381261259548?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/' title='The Henchman uncovered'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/115001381261259548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=115001381261259548&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115001381261259548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/115001381261259548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/henchman-uncovered.html' title='The Henchman uncovered'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114969010409905070</id><published>2006-06-07T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:21:44.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good times are here. I just won &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/"&gt;immunity for my team&lt;/a&gt;. Time to party. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the celebration; I stole Hudson's credit card again, and partied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of beer are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Corona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/corona.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't drink for the love of beer. You drink to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a very light, very smooth beer. A beer that's hardly a beer at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you make not like the taste of beer, you like the feeling of being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink early and often. Sometimes with friends. Sometimes alone. All the party needs is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114969010409905070?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/' title='Good times.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114969010409905070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114969010409905070&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114969010409905070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114969010409905070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-times.html' title='Good times.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114952711087868854</id><published>2006-06-05T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:13:38.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lastest</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henchman's birthday came and past;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made out like a bandit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get do you ask ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new LSD high def TV, an X box 360 with; Dead or Alive 4 (it is hard) and Oblivion (it is sucking up all my time), some Spider-man stuff (I love him, he is the best superhero; when Marvel isn't messing up what makes him so good). And a trip to London, this will be my 3rd time there ( I love it there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to all those peeps out there waiting for the rest of my origin .....I will get to it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I found out what kind of Dought I am. What are you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eaeaea;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Glazed Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/glazed-donut.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.&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/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114952711087868854?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114952711087868854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114952711087868854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114952711087868854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114952711087868854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/lastest_05.html' title='The lastest'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114943433331782505</id><published>2006-06-04T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:21:28.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My battle cry</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from the Lady Magdalena .Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="4" width="400" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'times new roman'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Battle Cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffbb77;"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN: 10px; COLOR: #000; FONT-FAMILY: 'times new roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:old english text mt,old english text;font-size:+3;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;kulking out of the tundra, clutching a reflective halberd, cometh &lt;b&gt;Henchman&lt;/b&gt;! And he gives a booming howl:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; MARGIN: 11px; COLOR: #000; FONT-FAMILY: 'times new roman'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm going to punch you with such zeal, you will wake up from the Matrix!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#aaaaaa"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 14px; COLOR: #000; FONT-FAMILY: 'times new roman'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter username: &lt;input value="henchman" name="usrname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;input type="radio" value="f" name="sex"&gt;a girl, or &lt;input type="radio" value="m" name="sex"&gt;a guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'times new roman'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/beatings/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc00ff;"&gt;beatings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; powered by &lt;a href="http://www.bdmonkeys.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc00ff;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114943433331782505?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114943433331782505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114943433331782505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114943433331782505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114943433331782505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-battle-cry.html' title='My battle cry'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114926771127807160</id><published>2006-06-02T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:01:51.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Henchy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henchman has been very busy with his birthday. But here are a few updates;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta got Dr.Wacky's hamsters to attack me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/what.html"&gt;I finished the 3rd contest on L.G.S.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114926771127807160?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114926771127807160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114926771127807160&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114926771127807160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114926771127807160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/06/henchy-birthday.html' title='Henchy Birthday'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114895465235901666</id><published>2006-05-29T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:04:12.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Access</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyrobo busted the cable T.V. here at the L.G.S....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all, I am stuck watching "public access"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I see &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Mags"&lt;/a&gt; doing a perfromance art piece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/390px-Uncanny200.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/390px-Uncanny200.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave it up, for you to judge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good luck Gaia....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114895465235901666?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114895465235901666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114895465235901666&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114895465235901666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114895465235901666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/public-access.html' title='Public Access'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114865711058189067</id><published>2006-05-26T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:29:31.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community service</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27442674&amp;postID=114842499435017912"&gt;The Producers at Last Gladiator Standing;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Were upset with my liberal use of the word T**D, so now I have to do community service.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Punishment are these tar..goofy little bastards. I have to teach them about sports...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Badnews1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Badnews1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I go...I start with; How to dominate the field. In any sport this is very important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/badnew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/badnew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, will be strength training. These ta...goofy little bastards are really wimpy. So I got to bulk them up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a shipment from Mexico a full regiment of stero....vitamins,and a week later.Voila...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/Badnew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/Badnew3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if the goofy little bastards won anything, but I hear that they have the toughest gang in Hacknor now.Dental for all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr.Polaris rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114865711058189067?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27442674&amp;postID=114842499435017912' title='Community service'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114865711058189067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114865711058189067&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114865711058189067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114865711058189067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/community-service.html' title='Community service'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114851512243554878</id><published>2006-05-24T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:58:42.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L.G.S. update</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/432-is-running-wild.html"&gt; Henchy wild ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114851512243554878?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/2006/05/432-is-running-wild.html' title='L.G.S. update'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114851512243554878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114851512243554878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114851512243554878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114851512243554878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/lgs-update.html' title='L.G.S. update'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114829369007150269</id><published>2006-05-22T06:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:31:51.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So she wants to play</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta blog&lt;/a&gt; ; You know that Bulma, had built a remote to control my actions. She made me look like a dork, the worst of it was she left the "voice feed" on while she and Veg head were getting it on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honey what are you doing? No not now!Hee hee! "&lt;br /&gt;everyone stares at Henchman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok I'll wear the nightie you like. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you feeling ok Henchman?" asks Professor X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm a dirty Girl I'm a Dirty Girl! Yes! Yes! !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Henchman." Says the professor " I'll leave you here with your issues. Let's go Maggie. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh damn! I left the remote on!" Says Henchman. Then he looks at everyone and runs away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine if you want to play it that way, Meet M.O.D.O.K., he will be at Capsule Corp. when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/modoka.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/modoka.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/modoka.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114829369007150269?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114829369007150269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114829369007150269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114829369007150269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114829369007150269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-she-wants-to-play.html' title='So she wants to play'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114825976816785928</id><published>2006-05-21T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:05:33.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin IV</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left off: Dr.Polaris and I have a plan to breakout and we are running out of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night left, I was going to unlock the inhibiter collar and freedom. However, there is a problem, there always is. Lex has doubled the fee on the hit, now the guards want the cash. This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards have separated us. They are going to it tonight. I don't know what to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, think.. Dammit.... Scarecrow,that it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneak into Scarecrow's cell and take his goodie bag. I make way to the vents...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114825976816785928?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114825976816785928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114825976816785928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114825976816785928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114825976816785928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-iv.html' title='Origin IV'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114798827006177380</id><published>2006-05-18T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:40:31.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Look</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trying out a new look on my Blog, sometimes that not a good thing: take &lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mags &lt;/a&gt;look in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/magneto.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/magneto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/magneto.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114798827006177380?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114798827006177380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114798827006177380&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114798827006177380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114798827006177380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-look.html' title='A new Look'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114788485819826055</id><published>2006-05-17T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:12:30.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L.G.S</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon "The Jack@ss" judge , At " The Last Gladiator Standing". Slammed, my henchman outfit calling me "bio hazard boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's on...First, let me say" those who can't ... judge". My uinform is from A.I.M. also know as; Adavance Idea Mechanics. We created "M.O.D.OK.", the "Cosmic Cube" and the "Super Adaptoid". What have you created...?, no ...nothing? Snarky comments don't count. That outfit you wear makes you look like a "Majorette ". So, no thanks on the fashion tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is official, we are in a fight.Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/aim.2.gif" 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/27429476-114788485819826055?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/' title='L.G.S'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114788485819826055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114788485819826055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114788485819826055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114788485819826055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/lgs.html' title='L.G.S'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114775137493619808</id><published>2006-05-15T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:53:43.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with Doughboy</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging with Doughboy after my fight on LGS. I am Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/pillsbury_doughboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/pillsbury_doughboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you folks later. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114775137493619808?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://last-gladiator.blogspot.com/' title='Hanging with Doughboy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114775137493619808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114775137493619808&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114775137493619808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114775137493619808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/hanging-with-doughboy.html' title='Hanging with Doughboy'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114740571756503997</id><published>2006-05-11T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:12:01.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin III</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks of meeting him, Dr.Polaris was able to teach me how to deactivate an inhibiter collar. I finding it easier to learn things, that I thought were beyond my comprehension. What's not getting any easier is Arkham. Somebody really has it in for him, I don't know who,but I'm going to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later; I have my intel. It's Luthor, he paid Polaris to kill Superman, it didn't happen and "Lex" is P.O.ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a "super villain" in Metropolis; They, try and convict you in a flash of a second. The reason that the good Dr. wasn't in the "Slab" was, they can't kill you in there. The video feed goes straight to the J.L.A., with the Martian Manhunter reading everyone's thoughts. In Arkham you've got the "crazies", who can't tell what is real and what is not. The Joker could slit you in half and it would be to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on a time line, we were going to get out of here, I was going to get out of here. It smells, oh the staff cleans this place well, but that not it. The sickness it... smells, on a good day, you take in the scent of riddles, on the bad days you taste the Joker's laugh. We are on a timeline and I feel that we don't have enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114740571756503997?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114740571756503997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114740571756503997&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114740571756503997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114740571756503997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-iii.html' title='Origin III'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114738793988094512</id><published>2006-05-11T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:06:43.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/180px-StayPuft.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/320/180px-StayPuft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ladies and Gents,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                  This my new "dark beast" to take on "Veg Head", It is nearly indestructible. Between, the "ex-lax beers" and summoning this thing. I am beat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" The Last Gladiator Standing" is going well. I testing Vegeta to see what he is made of. One thing is for sure, He is no pushover and neither am I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think back on; how he took my arm from me, made me less than human. Now, I want to show him I'm more. Dental for all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr.Polaris Rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114738793988094512?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114738793988094512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114738793988094512&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114738793988094512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114738793988094512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-beast.html' title='My new beast'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114729274272689628</id><published>2006-05-10T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:22:39.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Powers</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my Powers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of my joints are cybernetic (made of a Vibranium/ Metallo alloy), I am super strong (Lift/ Press 50 tons), can move at the speed of 245 mph and have enhanced agility. However, I need a power supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris, came up with a "Cold Fusion" battery, made from Gamma and Kryptonite radiation. So when I am around the Hulk(the green one) I get stronger. A side effect of this radiation was that, Dr.Polaris could not use his powers on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army ranger, some dark magik and Lord Freeza, this means I am very good at hand to hand combat, know how to summon dark beasts, also am a crackshot with small arms and sniper rifles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will let you know more later. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114729274272689628?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114729274272689628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114729274272689628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114729274272689628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114729274272689628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/powers.html' title='Powers'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114721893615720390</id><published>2006-05-09T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:55:36.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry but</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I am sorry to interrupt the "Origin story". But I am here in Hacknor for "The Last Gladiator Standing", and I needed a break from Vegeta. So, I go see "M.I. 3",it sucked. Sucked, I say. Thank you, I just wanted to get that of my chest. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114721893615720390?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114721893615720390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114721893615720390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114721893615720390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114721893615720390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-but.html' title='Sorry but'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114704442150071938</id><published>2006-05-07T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:27:01.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin : Part II</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               "Good,great...whatever", I say. "But let me tell you something, You were marked. Next time you're on your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 "What do you mean, marked?" Polaris asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I tell about the red stain on his shoulder, informing him, that he was supposed the victim of a hit. Didn't he think it was funny, Two-Faces crew was in Arkham, but he wasn't. The guy is a real Doctor in something, however he couldn't put 2 and 2 together. I start walking away, thinking to myself how to get out and get even with ******. At the end of the "yard" he stops me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "Wait, how much ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "How much, what ?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "For protection" he says, " How much for protection ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114704442150071938?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114704442150071938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114704442150071938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114704442150071938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114704442150071938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin-part-ii.html' title='Origin : Part II'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114693402922180646</id><published>2006-05-06T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:15:06.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I was 19 and had no focus. My dad put me in the Army, much to my surprise I liked it. I did well. They put me into Ranger training, said I took to it like "a duck to water". Got to travel and help people, at 22 got promoted to Sgt. first class. I, then was put under the command of Lieutenant General ******. I did not like the man and hated his orders, I went "awol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           A year later, I am in Gotham, Arkham to be exact. ****** found me, pulled a few strings, now I am put in with "the worst of the worst". It's ok, it is a lot better, than what I had to do in the jungle, ordered to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Three months into my "stay" I am in the "yard". These two goons from Two-face's lot, start  bother some guy wearing a inhibiter collar. I tell them to back off, they say "why ?". I  show them "why ?". Get to 2 week in the "box" for that. When I get out of the "box", I see that guy I helped. He thanks me. I tell him he owes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "Dr.Polaris, never owes a debt", he says .........,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114693402922180646?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114693402922180646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114693402922180646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114693402922180646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114693402922180646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/origin.html' title='Origin'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114677932813624512</id><published>2006-05-04T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:12:49.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Gladiator Standing</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been invited to "The Last Gladiator Standing". Now, those who do all the hard work will be heard. The Local 432 will show,them how it is done. Dental for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114677932813624512?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114677932813624512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114677932813624512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114677932813624512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114677932813624512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-gladiator-standing.html' title='The Last Gladiator Standing'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114671394323932245</id><published>2006-05-03T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:39:03.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working For Super Villains</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Many people get us wrong. Sometimes, when you come out of the army or... prison, there are no jobs. Most of us henchmen (and women) just want to work. Some have families to feed, but... when we do get a "job", we work hard and with pride. That is your Local 432.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Polaris rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114671394323932245?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114671394323932245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114671394323932245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114671394323932245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114671394323932245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/working-for-super-villains.html' title='Working For Super Villains'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429476.post-114659178346598883</id><published>2006-05-02T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:43:03.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With out us.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentelmen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I am here, as the rep. of  "The Local Henchmen Union 432".Our misson to take care of the need and problems of the "everyday henchmen". For without us, Who would get in the way of the so called "super hero"? Who would do the shopping for guns and ammo? Who would build the "secret hideouts". Now, brothers and sisters, your voice can and will be heard. It matters not if you work for Hydra, King Cobra or The Empire. The Local 432 is there for  you. Stand up and be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Polaris rules&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27429476-114659178346598883?l=the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/feeds/114659178346598883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27429476&amp;postID=114659178346598883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114659178346598883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27429476/posts/default/114659178346598883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/2006/05/with-out-us.html' title='With out us.'/><author><name>Local Henchmen 432</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085744533933676765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6820/2889/1600/aim.2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
