<?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-33234394</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:15.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lamda Chronicals</title><subtitle type='html'>A series of fictional letters, sent by a sims (from EA Game's The Sims 2) detailing their lives as superheros</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-3587972548960810122</id><published>2007-06-07T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:27:42.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>My dearest Kor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh6p1xOOUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ivtnWaidLdM/s1600-h/allofthem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh6p1xOOUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ivtnWaidLdM/s320/allofthem1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073439839459621186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The king called us all together, including that dratted advisor Nightwing. If it wasn't for him I might be home with you now, instead of penning these words, but what's done is done. I hope you can forgive me for what I've done to you, to Kumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh6ulxOOVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CJ3Gu8aamTE/s1600-h/Kingqueen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh6ulxOOVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CJ3Gu8aamTE/s320/Kingqueen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073439921063999826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother was shocked when I told him that I'd had an affair with the woman we had hired to tend to you during your difficult pregnancy with Kumo, let alone that I had been aware that it had resulted in a pregnancy. I visited the babe once or twice when she and Kumo were toddlers, but after that just sent money every now and again on her birthday to ensure she would be well taken care of. I didn't want to... to worry you, darling... you had had such a difficult labor, and you were... you were happy, for the first time in a long, long time, when you beheld your son. After so much trying, I couldn't put a damper on your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh69VxOOWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lK6K7hHCMqk/s1600-h/lamo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh69VxOOWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lK6K7hHCMqk/s320/lamo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073440174467070306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamda... he looks so grown-up, doesn't he? Remember when he was a rambunctious little kid they sent to me for training? Sometimes he gets a look in his eyes and I fear for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh8KVxOOXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O4G_NeZCn2k/s1600-h/Nightwing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh8KVxOOXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O4G_NeZCn2k/s320/Nightwing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073441497316997490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nightwing, of course, insisted that any lessening of the punishment would result in judicial anarchy; that we couldn't reduce all four sentences or there'd be talk of bribes; and lastly, that I was a traitor who deserved to be locked up along with them. He also recommended the deaths be slow and... painful. He didn't used to be this bloodthirsty, but something about war made him eager to become the king's dungeonmaster in addition to his advisor and his right-hand man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust him, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh881xOOYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3lJaZKNMjsc/s1600-h/kingsadqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh881xOOYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3lJaZKNMjsc/s320/kingsadqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073442364900391298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The king admitted that I would need to be punished, but considered perhaps torture as a punishment for the youths, rather than death. Of course, the leader, the one they wanted to put on the throne, had to be killed, but the other three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh9R1xOOZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lJdpESH52cc/s1600-h/lammado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh9R1xOOZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lJdpESH52cc/s320/lammado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073442725677644178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my nephew said the words that ring in my ears as I pen this note to you, the words that wrenched my heart in a way I didn't think possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have Uncle carry out the sentence on Theta, to prove where his true loyalties lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh9ilxOOaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/O-MxaynRb04/s1600-h/allofthem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh9ilxOOaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/O-MxaynRb04/s320/allofthem2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073443013440453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The King agreed. The sentence would be reduced to 50 hours of torture for high treason on each of the two girls and the blue boy- on my daughter, by my own hand!- and death for the leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-3587972548960810122?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/3587972548960810122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=3587972548960810122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/3587972548960810122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/3587972548960810122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2007/06/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/Rmh6p1xOOUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ivtnWaidLdM/s72-c/allofthem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-1982792629873499161</id><published>2007-04-04T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:27:46.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sentancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Account of the Sentencing of the Treasonous Youths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRhx_MuBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/Oeq66LPmmbk/s1600-h/gamma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRhx_MuBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/Oeq66LPmmbk/s320/gamma1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049768593595434738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the King addressed the Court, asking for silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRiSvMuBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/qbAEQ6Qi49w/s1600-h/fourkids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRiSvMuBxI/AAAAAAAAADs/qbAEQ6Qi49w/s320/fourkids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049769156236150546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four were dragged before the King ,  and made to be silent, for such is the way of the law.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRixvMuByI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WUAw64LAvDw/s1600-h/theta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRixvMuByI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WUAw64LAvDw/s320/theta3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049769688812095266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female, Theta, seemed smug. In attendance behind her were the Princesses Angela and Muriel, and the Prince Gabriel. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRi8fMuBzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xKd_XUhVg0/s1600-h/sigma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRi8fMuBzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xKd_XUhVg0/s320/sigma1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049769873495689010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male, Sigma, seemed unconcerned for his fate. Behind him in attendance were Duke Omega and the Crown Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRjI_MuB0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lK1yK7BPXIs/s1600-h/royals3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRjI_MuB0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lK1yK7BPXIs/s320/royals3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049770088244053826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence was handed down, and it was Just and Goode: The four would be put to death for High Treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRj7vMuB1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3hCI-LCOGx4/s1600-h/lynpleads2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRj7vMuB1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3hCI-LCOGx4/s320/lynpleads2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049770960122414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female, Lyn, began to sob and plead for her brother, Xenon. She said that the King most High could not understand the situation as he had never been "sick", but failed to disclose Xenon's sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRkG_MuB2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/I3yQj9R-798/s1600-h/xenonbroods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRkG_MuB2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/I3yQj9R-798/s320/xenonbroods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049771153395943266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The male, Xenon, rebuked her sharply for her unseeming conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRkY_MuB3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zO2qYTRuIYM/s1600-h/theta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRkY_MuB3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zO2qYTRuIYM/s320/theta1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049771462633588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other female, Theta, began in anger to protest that, while she would go to her death, the real villain would go unpunished: her sire, whose abandonment of her lead to her desire for vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRklfMuB4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/x6n5T9EPiuY/s1600-h/royals6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRklfMuB4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/x6n5T9EPiuY/s320/royals6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049771677381953410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King most High and Goode asked of Theta who her sire was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlCfMuB5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9RIqR8SR2Ko/s1600-h/thetapoints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlCfMuB5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9RIqR8SR2Ko/s320/thetapoints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049772175598159762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The female dramatically turned and pointed to the audience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlTPMuB6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Scy60hLpxPQ/s1600-h/omegawhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlTPMuB6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Scy60hLpxPQ/s320/omegawhome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049772463360968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlhvMuB7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/yGxUmix29rc/s1600-h/royals4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlhvMuB7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/yGxUmix29rc/s320/royals4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049772712469071794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The King most High and Goode consulted with the Queen most Radiant and Pious and decided that it was only Just that she be put to death for her crimes as the sentence was handed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlzPMuB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qqStO9ZaGK4/s1600-h/omega2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRlzPMuB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qqStO9ZaGK4/s320/omega2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773013116782530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duke rose in protest of this sentencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRl4vMuB9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ovwYgfKw3sY/s1600-h/omegalooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRl4vMuB9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ovwYgfKw3sY/s320/omegalooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773107606063058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRl_PMuB-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GtG66wDOwdM/s1600-h/omegatheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRl_PMuB-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GtG66wDOwdM/s320/omegatheta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773219275212770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...she is my daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmHvMuB_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BAWDWk6-Tb4/s1600-h/royals1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmHvMuB_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BAWDWk6-Tb4/s320/royals1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773365304100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The King decided that, in his infinite mercy, he would grant the Duke one night and one day, until sunset, to come up with an alternate punishment that would be Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmUfMuCAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JRbQGpv3NK8/s1600-h/lamdamad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmUfMuCAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JRbQGpv3NK8/s320/lamdamad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773584347432962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Crown Prince urged him to hold to his path of Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmdPMuCBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ixgErUTTLwE/s1600-h/royals8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRmdPMuCBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ixgErUTTLwE/s320/royals8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049773734671288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but his father, the King, reminded him that Mercy was as important a value as Justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-1982792629873499161?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/1982792629873499161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=1982792629873499161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/1982792629873499161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/1982792629873499161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2007/04/sentancing.html' title='The sentancing'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RhRhx_MuBvI/AAAAAAAAADc/Oeq66LPmmbk/s72-c/gamma1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-4379872046688793078</id><published>2007-01-19T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:27:50.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3WYWZm8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Gn_kpyKqeU/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_12bb9984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3WYWZm8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Gn_kpyKqeU/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_12bb9984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021926285872044994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terrorists attack! Superhero team saves the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right, and you heard it first from us, the Castleton Weekly News Special Edition! Photojournalist Robert Brown was dispatched to the scene, where four unknown terrorists stormed the castle, followed by a number of bewitched humans who, upon being hit in combat, immediatly snapped to their senses and ran off. The four terrorists exhibited strange powers, but needless to say, everyone's favorite superhero, Darkstar, was there to save the day! However, in a strange twist, he had four friends fighting alongside him! He granted the Weekly an exclusive interview (the complete text of which you can find in our next weekly edition, in newsstands this Saturnsday) in which he stated that, "we go way back. I won't reveal any secret identities, but we've been friends for a while, and I've been training them on the side in case I ever needed backup. I could probably have handled this on my own, natch,  but it's good to have friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive photos inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3k4WZm9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cSXGrB3dW3I/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bb98f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3k4WZm9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cSXGrB3dW3I/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bb98f5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021926534980148178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Darkstar looks to companion Angel while ally Metatron looks on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3k4WZm-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HU_X1qOYCz0/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_92bb98fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3k4WZm-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/HU_X1qOYCz0/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_92bb98fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021926534980148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind Metatron, junior teammates Samurai and Cerulean join the fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5Y4WZm_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cwBrOc7KUHU/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbc07c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5Y4WZm_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cwBrOc7KUHU/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbc07c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021928527844973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One terrorist seemed particularly interested in Samurai; here she goads him about his father. Hidden connection? the Weekly will uncover the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wymDFAjv2qc/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_b2bbc0b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wymDFAjv2qc/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_b2bbc0b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021928532139940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Samurai responds that he has no idea who the terrorist is- or does he? Scoop next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OfOq8ENsuQ4/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbc12d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OfOq8ENsuQ4/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbc12d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021928532139940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see the terrorist preparing some sort of magical blast effect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D3tO2D5m-_I/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_b2bbc1af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZIWZnCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D3tO2D5m-_I/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_b2bbc1af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021928532139940898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Samurai dodges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZYWZnDI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGKtOBP5XPk/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_32bbc1f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF5ZYWZnDI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGKtOBP5XPk/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_32bbc1f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021928536434908210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But which has devastating effects on the landscape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF7koWZnFI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z--aRo-sqw0/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbc202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF7koWZnFI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z--aRo-sqw0/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbc202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021930928731692114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we see Cerulean particularly concerned for Samurai's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF7J4WZnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/5uEVpetWZHM/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_72bb9ab5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF7J4WZnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/5uEVpetWZHM/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_72bb9ab5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021930469170191426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, Angel and another terrorist, referred to on battlefield as Lin, stare each other down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly, as seen in the below exclusive pictures, Lin's true powers came to light- and the poor tripleteamed Angel was rescued by the physically stronger Metatron. What a pair they make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8k4WZnGI/AAAAAAAAABc/qlgq-UfvgGA/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_12bbcafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8k4WZnGI/AAAAAAAAABc/qlgq-UfvgGA/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_12bbcafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932032538287202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8k4WZnHI/AAAAAAAAABk/-JNbMz1zEps/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbcafd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8k4WZnHI/AAAAAAAAABk/-JNbMz1zEps/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_f2bbcafd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932032538287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8lYWZnII/AAAAAAAAABs/8PUGujYiU_Y/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_32bbcbd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8lYWZnII/AAAAAAAAABs/8PUGujYiU_Y/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_32bbcbd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932041128221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8loWZnJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cFQowJ4D7oo/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbcb98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8loWZnJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cFQowJ4D7oo/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbcb98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932045423189138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8loWZnKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z_I0PCEGoDE/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_12bbcc57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF8loWZnKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z_I0PCEGoDE/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_12bbcc57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932045423189154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF9SoWZnLI/AAAAAAAAACE/_uxUpiMvJaw/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_52bbcc55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF9SoWZnLI/AAAAAAAAACE/_uxUpiMvJaw/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_52bbcc55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932818517302450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF9SoWZnMI/AAAAAAAAACM/md6NClzgWwI/s1600-h/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbcc5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF9SoWZnMI/AAAAAAAAACM/md6NClzgWwI/s320/snapshot_12bb9067_72bbcc5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021932818517302466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends like these, Darkstar managed to repel the terrorists, and local police are searching for them. We here at the Weekly are confidant that the terrorists will be found and captured within the week, and we'll cover every step of the way on this exciting new turn of events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-4379872046688793078?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/4379872046688793078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=4379872046688793078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/4379872046688793078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/4379872046688793078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2007/01/extra-extra.html' title='Extra! Extra!'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTKqCjaKEhQ/RbF3WYWZm8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-Gn_kpyKqeU/s72-c/snapshot_12bb9067_12bb9984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-6140434342688221582</id><published>2006-12-03T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:51:35.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blue</title><content type='html'>Hey, Mu, here's a music video starring Dad and Uncle. They don't know I did this, hehe! Oh, and you're in it too. Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;-Kumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRG0psKsH-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRG0psKsH-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-6140434342688221582?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/6140434342688221582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=6140434342688221582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/6140434342688221582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/6140434342688221582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-blue.html' title='I&apos;m Blue'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-116136316561928867</id><published>2006-10-20T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Uncle Beta (or, kids are cute!)</title><content type='html'>Dear Uncle Beta,&lt;br /&gt;I got a secret! You can't tell anyone, ok? See, the other night, Daddy made me go to bed, and I told him, I'm 12, I don't need togo to bed earlier than the other kids, but he made me anyway, so I stayed and snuck awake. And I saw the most amazing thing! I found out that Gabe and Angy are superheros! So I called cousin Kumo, 'cause he knows all about them 'causea he always borrows Lammy's comic books.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/muphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/muphone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he was telling me all about Batman, and how Batman's a superhero even though he doesn't have any powers, so I invited him over and I said, WE could be superheros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk_mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk_mu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then he said, "but I don't want to go to jail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk_jail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk_jail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I said, "Stop being a baby and grow up already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk%29growup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk%29growup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Besides, we do have superpowers! And anyway, Gabe and Angela can do it."&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Well, Gabe is like Superman, he can fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk_fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk_fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"..and you're like Scarlet Witch, you can do magic.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk_magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk_magic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what am I,  a giant robot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_talk_robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_talk_robot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I said, "you could wear armor! Like a samurai!" So we decided I'd be Cerulean and he'd be Samurai, and we'll be superheros too! Just like Angy and Gabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_play_punch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_play_punch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_play_punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_play_punch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/kumomu_play%29shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/kumomu_play%29shot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Muriel Roidmet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-116136316561928867?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/116136316561928867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=116136316561928867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116136316561928867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116136316561928867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-to-uncle-beta-or-kids-are-cute_20.html' title='Letter to Uncle Beta (or, kids are cute!)'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-116085096458625473</id><published>2006-10-14T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter and flashbacks- special update</title><content type='html'>Dear Sinai,&lt;br /&gt;    I've been unable to get out of bed since my son was taken. I just keep remembering the good old days.. &lt;a href="http://lamdasims.0catch.com"&gt;back before all of this began&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lamdasims.0catch.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/the%20crew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-116085096458625473?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/116085096458625473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=116085096458625473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116085096458625473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116085096458625473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-and-flashbacks-special-update.html' title='A letter and flashbacks- special update'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-116079823227651049</id><published>2006-10-13T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>three letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/Xenonwrites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/Xenonwrites.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well, as planned. I've taken the steps we'd agreed upon. Soon the imposter will suffer the way we'd agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here seem to be going well also. I've included Lynnie like Mom would want, you should be pleased with how well she's coming along. Someday she'll be a fine necromancer, just like you. She's made a friend among one of our allies, and I think the last member of my little group staying here is warming up to her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my condition, it's no better. If I can't cure myself, at least I can devote my life to avenging the wrongs done my family. I know this will succeed, Dad, and you can be proud of me, despite my condition; proud the way a father should be of his only son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/mourning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/mourning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could tell you that in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/thetawrites.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/thetawrites.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I'm sure you've noticed that I'm gone. Probably the dishes needed doing. Well, tough darts. You'll have to do them yourself, because I'm not comiing back. I've finally found some people who understand me, some friends maybe, and I'm not ever going to return to New Haven to live with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/thetafumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/thetafumes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you have ANY idea what it's like growing up in that hellhole? I'm sick of it! I'm sick of your lies and beating around the bush with your secrets. I know damn well who my father is. I've known since third grade. You know, when they teach you that the only way to breed a purebred Theta like me is to breed a Theta with an Omega? Sure, there are all of 4 Omegas in the city that are old enough to be my dad, but of them, who among them matters enough to be kept a secret yet couldn't be around to help with the dishes? Well, no more. I'm done being teased for being fatherless. I'm done keeping your secrets, I'm done being your maid and your ticket to riches, done being groomed to step in "just in case" I somehow get acknowledged by the father that doesn't want me. I'm nobody's maid-- I don't even clean up around HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/thetakicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/thetakicks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From now on, I'm a Rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Theta 02648, daughter of Theta 4257 (called Hagar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d23c3cd6_523c4576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d23c3cd6_523c4576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi mommy! What's up with you? I hope this letter finds you well-- heck, I hope it finds you. Just because you didn't reply to the last 6 letters I sent doesn't mean you won't get this one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you havn't seen me in a while, but I'm doing well. My fur is growing in nicely, just like yours did, and I've been studying dad's books for help with my powers, so don't feel bad. It's not like you abandoned me or anything. I totally understand why the king's former consort wouldn't be able to stick around when he goes evil. But hey, now that he's good again, I'm sure you'll be back any day now, right? In the meantime, I'll keep writing you letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/dance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me, I'm not lonely or anything. Actually, I've made a few new friends! I've enclosed some photos below. That girl with the black hair is called Theta. She's, let's see... well, she's a distant relation anyway. Through marriage. I like her, she's fun. She can corrupt things with a touch and sometimes at a distance-- the ground gets all bubbly and black, and people get the Plague. But it only takes a little friendship to lighten her mood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/pillowfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/pillowfight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/sigma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/sigma1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is named Sigma. I don't know much about him except his mom was called Sigma, and she wasn't a "standard unit", whatever that means. He's got psychic powers, and he's been working on-- oh, I shouldn't tell you that one, it's top secret. Well, when we're all over the news in a few days, you'll find out, I'm sure. I know he's cute, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/sigma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/sigma2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow I don't think he's quite interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Lyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-116079823227651049?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/116079823227651049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=116079823227651049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116079823227651049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116079823227651049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-letters.html' title='three letters'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-116077788196118589</id><published>2006-10-13T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Mr Lee</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Lee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you concerning your recent written exchanges with the Crown Prince. I am Princess Angela Roidmet, aged 18, and I am very concerned for my brother. What follows in this letter is to be kept with utmost secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/writing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/writing1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, upon attending a social engagement with an esteemed noble couple, alone, the Crown Prince failed to return. We have yet to receive any demands indicating kidnapping; however, I know my brother well, and he would not simply abandon his kin. He has been missing a week now, and I am concerned that you, as one of his correspondants, might know of his whereabouts. Rest assured, however, that even though I found your address taped to his mirror, I am not suspecting or implicating you in this case; however, if you do not cooperate with the Crown, you may find yourself subject to an investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/king.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Mr Lee, if you have any information at all, it would be simply heartless to keep it from my family. My mother has taken ill as a result- she is very frail and prone to bouts of illness that leave her bedridden whenever she is grief-stricken, and she admits no-one to her chamber until her firstborn is returned. She's even taken to wearing strange, foreign clothing from her days adventuring, caring naught for her appearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/Aldcry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/Aldcry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, on the other hand, have nothing but faith that my brother will be returned home and all will be well with my family. If he does not return home, I'll have to look for him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/heros2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/heros2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/heros1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/heros1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Princess Angela Eve Roidmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's comments- the hair change isn't really a hair change. They both pulled their hair back into a ponytail- Metatron is wearing the OFB short male ponytail because his hair is long enough that it, realistically, would need to be pulled back like Angel's. The angle on the pics merely doesn't show the ponys. Metatron recolored costume made by me; Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;costume a recolor by me of Power Girl by Synapticsim, who can be found lurking &lt;a href="http://www.insimenator.net/forumdisplay.php?f=215"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-116077788196118589?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/116077788196118589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=116077788196118589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116077788196118589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/116077788196118589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-to-mr-lee.html' title='Letter to Mr Lee'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-115681985396307392</id><published>2006-08-28T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Havonians</title><content type='html'>Dear Stan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've yet to receive my last letter, due to your lack of reply, but I'm also sure that you'll be very excited and wish to hear more about my life. So I thought I'd begin by setting the stage: the city of New Haven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle I showed you before is situated near two cities: Castelton, a human-dominated midevil-esque and very bland city, and New Haven. Now, New Haven is a home for Genotroids-- you know, the blue-skinned race my dad and I belong to. My uncle Omega is the mayor there, and for political reasons, New Haven is also the smallest duchy in the kingdom, making Omega the Duke-- I guess they wanted him to have equal say. Here's a better picture of him and my aunt Kor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_b1f65a73_11ff3338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_b1f65a73_11ff3338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Kor is not a genotroid. She's a demon, well, a dog-demon. They met through... well.. it's a long story. But the important part is that Uncle is her second husband. More on that later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you pictures of my cousin Kumo, so without further ado, here's the cute little scamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_b1f65a73_b1ff3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_b1f65a73_b1ff3362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you Kor was married before? She was married to a fox-demon, and they had triplets before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_51fdbbd8_51fdbbd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_51fdbbd8_51fdbbd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Shisou, Seiya, and Tsukikage. Seiya's the redhead, she takes after her father. Tsukikage's the other female. Shisou's... well... different. Apparently, Kor was only a quarter demon, and her husband was only a half demon, so Shisou somehow lost the genetic lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I don't make this shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the important thing is that Shisou, as you can probably tell by his outfit above, is currently working as a priest. There's a long story behind the god we all worship, but the short of it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, remember when I told you my dad was evil for 5 years? Well his brother, Beta, gave his life to save everyone or some crap. Again, I was 6, went right over my head. A couple miracles later, and Shisou's developed this whole temple dedicated to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1fdc4b4_b1ff320d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1fdc4b4_b1ff320d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little building in the back? That's where he lives. The building on the left front corner is the bathrooms. I don't visit much. Too sissy for me. I hear Shisou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to be cool. I guess he got older and wimped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one shop I do like to visit in town, and that's Tammy's flower store. See, Tammy is a robotics nut, right? She started as a teenager, went to college, and went to open a robot store. But the stupid humans don't trust technology, so she settled for flowers, which sell like hotcakes-- especially when she has two androids, Andy and Sally, selling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to snag a pic of Tammy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1ff2f40_31ff2f42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1ff2f40_31ff2f42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hottie! Unfortunalty, as she grew older, she realized that in her robot-building frenzy, she'd missed out on all the... finer things in life. Namely, WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, little miss super genious had a solution for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1ff2f40_31ff3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1ff2f40_31ff3013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1ff2f40_71ff300b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1ff2f40_71ff300b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Enough said. When she dies, she's left everything to her new husband, Andy the Android.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, I know you're just DYING to hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Lamda Roidmet&lt;br /&gt;AKA "Darkstar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-115681985396307392?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/115681985396307392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=115681985396307392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/115681985396307392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/115681985396307392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-havonians_28.html' title='New Havonians'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33234394.post-115635834574084301</id><published>2006-08-23T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:18:12.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Stan Lee</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Lee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Stan. Can I call you Stan? I feel like I know you. You are, of course, a legend among comic book creators. That is why I have chosen you to publish my comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f75ee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f75ee2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lamda, and I live in a castle in Gant. Boralius castle, to be precise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f75f47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f75f47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you know anything about Gant, you know the Boralius castle is the ancestral home of the royal family of Gant, the Boraliuses. Well, they WERE the royal family anyway, until my mother married. Now the royal family is the Roidmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_11f7617a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_11f7617a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize them? That's Pops, also known as the Demon King. Yeah, THAT demon king. The one with strange untold powers? The one who went evil for 5 years? I was just a toddler when THAT happened but I assure you, it was badass. Let me show you the rest of my f-d up family, just so you have a little backstory for your new breadwinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f762cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f762cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mu, my baby sister.  No need to worry about her, she doesn't even have breasts yet. Oh, she tries, but she's nowhere near old enough to match my skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f7609d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f7609d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gabe, my little brother. I know what you're thinking, right? "Woah! How can a brunette and a redhead have a blond kid? And why ain't he blue?" Well, you remember I said dad went nuts for a while, right? Like, 5 years? Well, I was a year old then, and Gabe is 4 years younger than me. Yeah, the Queen's a little slut, what of it? She's still my Moms. But her kids, well... Gabe is alright, at least. Quiet. Serious. When he does talk, he says things worth saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_b1f764f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_b1f764f0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, on the other hand, is a stuck up little b*tch. She likes to brag about HER daddy being an angel, well, the Archangel. Which is cool and all, but obviously, my dad could kick her dad's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f7636c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f7636c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can kick hers. But it turns out the slut has another very bad habit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f76330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_71f76330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_d1f764a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_d1f764a4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_f1f763c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_f1f763c8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f76432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_31f76432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what can I do, ya know? My Dad even sent me to live with my uncle for a while, to "calm me down". Pish. As if I didn't know they were trying to replace me as Crown Prince with my oh-so-perfect Angelic sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_d1f76580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_d1f76580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_d1f64dc1_b1f7626b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_d1f64dc1_b1f7626b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's my aunt Kor, she married my uncle Omega. That's what she looked like before she had my cousin Kumo anyway. Oh, I'm not saying she got fat or anything, just a lot less.. sad. Apparently she had, like, 80 miscarriages or some rediculous number like that and apparently, every kickass demon chick needs a baby or something. Kumo's around Mu's age now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the family. I bet by now you're wondering why I'm writing you. Well, there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; one thing I forgot to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_11f89490_31f8967c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_11f89490_31f8967c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_11f89490_51f895c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_11f89490_51f895c8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/1600/snapshot_11f89490_11f895b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/3645/320/snapshot_11f89490_11f895b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Darkstar, and I want to be in a comic book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truely,&lt;br /&gt;Crown Prince Lamda Roidmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: Darkstar costume a recolor by me of Green Lantern by Synapticsim, who can be found lurking &lt;a href="http://www.insimenator.net/forumdisplay.php?f=215"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33234394-115635834574084301?l=lamdasims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/feeds/115635834574084301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33234394&amp;postID=115635834574084301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/115635834574084301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33234394/posts/default/115635834574084301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamdasims.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter-to-stan-lee.html' title='Letter to Stan Lee'/><author><name>Bay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11603589313931618230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
