Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 05-29-11 @ 10:59am
: Scott Pilgrim decided to play it tough and cool: "If you let that little fire-breathing bitch lizard so much as burp I will quench her flames forever." Raven laughed and laughed and said, "As if!"

Battler: Dad
Hours: 05-29-11 @ 3:18pm
: Being the coward Dad is, he scurried off to pretend he's pulling weeds in Ropa's herb garden, while keeping a careful eye on the proceedings and rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 05-29-11 @ 8:23pm
: "You know," 'Ropa said, "My one favourite line of Scott Pilgrim's is 'Bread makes you fat?!' Maybe we could feed him lots of bread!"

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 05-30-11 @ 8:54am
: Steve was thoughtful. That was the best strategy their Warrior Goddess could come up with? Feed bread to the enemy? Perhaps she was right about the damage those months of captivity did to her. Borderline-feral, indeed.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 05-31-11 @ 5:45pm
: 'Ropa decided an authority reinforcement was needed. She gave Scott Pilgrim to Steve. "Dispose of him, now."

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 05-31-11 @ 11:03pm
: Steve sold Scott Pilgrim on ebay. Scott didn't bring a very good price because he was a Canadian, but at least he was disposed of.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-01-11 @ 5:55pm
: 'Ropa glowered, turned and stomped off to her herb garden to meditate a little while considering what the next training task would be.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-01-11 @ 11:04pm
: Steve offered to help Ropa with her herbs but her glowering kind of scared him and he dropped the shovel and for a moment he was afraid she was going to use her "killing gaze" on him.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-02-11 @ 4:10pm
: "Um...people? Anyone happen to see that our band of warriors has been completely cut off from the rest of the world?" Ron asked his co-battlers. "Are you not telling us something, Ron?" asked an unnamed combatant. "No coffee."

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-02-11 @ 5:47pm
: "I noticed that," 'Ropa grouched. "We're literally in the middle of nowhere until we have trained properly. We're not going back down to the battlefield until you two are READY to fight and NOT get killed."

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-03-11 @ 3:28am
: Steve pouted. He WAS ready to fight and he DESERVED a cup of coffee.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-03-11 @ 9:19am
: "Fine," thought Ron. He decided to get his own little group going. They used some of Dad's illusion powder to make themselves look like idiots. Then they mingled among the enemy.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-04-11 @ 12:13am
: "Wow, they're really gonna regret that when they start dying," 'Ropa mused.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-04-11 @ 9:47am
: Steve took advantage of Ropa's absent-minded musing to steal a cup of coffee. "Ahhhh! This is good!"

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-04-11 @ 10:16am
: Dad snickered to himself as he watched Ron sprinkle illusion powder. EVERY illusionist, even down to the most wet-behind-the-ears neophyte knows that illusion powder is just that. An illusion.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-05-11 @ 3:20pm
: Poor Ron, Steve thought. He is under the illusion that he is creating an illusion. He does not realize that he doesn't need illusion powder to make he and his group look like idiots.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-06-11 @ 10:26am
: Ron already knew he didn't need the powder to look like an idiot. But it made his compadres happy, so he kept up the illusion. Then he stepped off an imaginary cliff and started swimming in a pool of blood.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-06-11 @ 2:06pm
: He had no idea whose blood it was. Blood swimming was a sport his family had engaged in for generations. They were world champions. Mostly because they had no competition. Steve tried it but always fainted somewhere between the diving board and the pool.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-08-11 @ 2:31am
: 'Ropa slapped her forehead, grabbed her swords, and strode off into the forest, to head for the ancient battlefield on her own.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-08-11 @ 1:01pm
: Ron, seeing 'Ropa stalk off towards an illusion of men battling one another, sat up. He wiped his mouth thoughtfully and asked the remaining members: "If our illustrious leader just leaves us here alone, are we supposed to play Charades while waiting?"

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-08-11 @ 6:15pm
: 'Ropa stomped straight through the illusion without batting an eyelid. She'd seen the tag mark 'Dad waz here'. She continued on down to the battlefield. Her crew were about to learn an important lesson in survival.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-08-11 @ 7:00pm
: "First syllable...rhymes with...ducks!" Ron's fingers were forming strange objects. Dad was playing along, though it was clear he'd rather be wiping his mouth thoughtfully.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-09-11 @ 9:55am
: They all stood, mouths agape (can't wipe 'em if they're open), as 'Ropa strutted through a waist-deep bowl of Jell-O.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-09-11 @ 11:43am
: "Strutting through Jell-O isn't easy" Steve opined. "But maybe New Zealand girls are good at strutting. I know they like to twirl fire. Notice I'm the only one who actually puts his open mouth to use making words with it? It's not strutting but it's fun."

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-11-11 @ 10:37am
: Dad just shook his head sadly, wondering how Ropa thought she could possibly turn this motley crew (not Motley Crue) into a fierce fighting unit. He quickly made several surreptitious hand motions, and created an image of himself.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-11-11 @ 10:40am
: After hiding the "Dad wuz here" sign on the butt of the illusory Dad's butt with his long illusory robe, Dad dropped to the ground, and crawled after Ropa. I'd rather work with her than tese guys, Dad thought.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-11-11 @ 12:45pm
: The tese guys watched Dad crawl away. "He would have made a lousy co-worker anyway," one of the tese guys said. "He just never could master the art of the tese."

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-11-11 @ 3:43pm
: I'm-a gotta stop-a t'inkin' wit' my Italiano accent, Dad thought, standing and following Ropa t'rough de Jello. Dem-a guys is even-a makin'-a fun-a my accent.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-12-11 @ 10:26am
: Steve wondered how Jell-O had come to play such a prominent part in the 101 Battles. Not since Tiptoe Through The Tulips had a less suitable battlefield been proposed.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-14-11 @ 6:00am
: “Well, it’s been fun guys,” Ron said to the remaining battlers. “But I’ve just gotten a three-picture deal with Warner Brothers. I’ll be fighting aliens from the Ford Galaxy.” After a long pause... “No, wait, Ron! Don’t go...”

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-14-11 @ 8:27am
: But it was too late. Ron walked off into the sunset and bumped his face flat into the screen the sunset was projected on. "Uh... Ron," Steve warned. "That's not a real sunset."

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 8:34pm
: Down on the edges of the REAL battlefield (not the illusory one the failed trainee battlers seemed to think they were on, DESPITE being at least ten times by 'Ropa that the ancient battlefield was miles and miles away - but what would she know?)...

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 8:38pm
: (told*)... 'Ropa stopped, in the protection of the trees. The battlefield was just a HUGE as she'd remembered it to be. She was HOME. The battlefield was desserted... well, almost. A lone figured had made its way out into the center of the battleground.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 8:41pm
: Pulses of light pumped up and outwards from the figure, forming a transparent dome over the ancient lands that stretched high into the sky and to all edges of the arena. This light wall had appeared a few feet in front of where she stood, too.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 8:43pm
: As she stretched out finger to touch it, she saw shapes appearing from all around and making their way towards the center of the area. "Dad," she said to the bushes behind her. "Dont you DARE come a step further until I've checked this out."

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 8:44pm
: She drew two long swords. "Don't worry, I'm not mad," she said, and was gone so quickly that Dad could not see her anywhere.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-18-11 @ 9:33pm
: Ron hadn't stomped off so much as headed for the battlefield. He had come here to battle, not sit around wiping his mouth thoughtfully. He, too, stepped into the shimmering battle arena.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-19-11 @ 8:04am
: Steve had followed Ron and Ropa. He knew how to do that. He squatted on his haunches in the grass and waited for events to unfold.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-19-11 @ 3:53pm
: Dad stayed in the bushes, Ropa move watching carefully over the battlefield. Memories of earlier battles cascaded across his consciousness. Dad just knew he would survive this, and with God's help, maybe his illusions would help the others survive, too.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-19-11 @ 3:54pm
: Let's try that again, in English>>>>>>

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-19-11 @ 3:55pm
: Dad stayed in the bushes, watching Ropa move carefully over the battlefield. Memories of earlier battles cascaded across his consciousness. Dad just knew he would survive this, and with God's help, maybe his illusions would help the others survive, too.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-20-11 @ 10:31am
: Ron liked it better the first time and since dyslexia he's, it made sense perfect. "The last time I watched Ropa move watching carefully, it was a long strange trip. She fell over fifty feet. The 25 people, whose feet were crushed, had been furious."

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-20-11 @ 10:00pm
: Too Steve preferred the version dyslexic. Perhaps Dad was an idiot savant whose genius only appeared at times of stress? "Let's all stress Dad!" Steve yelled.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-20-11 @ 10:26pm
: Dad made several mysterious motions with his hands, and instantly illusory extended middle fingers briefly appeared in front of Ron and Steve, then quickly disappeared.

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-21-11 @ 9:58am
: Ron cried out, "Finger food!" and immediately tried to grab one or two of the delectable morsels. But alas, his Old Ray Gun wasn't shooting straight. Nor was his aim straight. His grab landed on Steve's ... um... elbow.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-22-11 @ 3:26am
: "That's it," 'Ropa cried. "You, get out! And you! Get out!" Steve and Ron flew backwards through the shimmery dome and off a little way into the forest. Lightning crackled from her palm and spread across the dome, sealing them out.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-22-11 @ 3:29am
: "This battlefield will not tolerate those who have no respect for their training, and assume to know that of which they don't," she said. She was sure Dad would hang on a bit longer, till she could get back to him.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-22-11 @ 7:52am
: Steve and Ron mournfully pressed their faces to the dome, looking in at where Ropa and Dad seemed to be having so much fun. "I always get kicked out of the cool places," Ron complained. Steve said, "It's because you keep pulling out your Old Ray Gun."

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-22-11 @ 10:31am
: Dad turned to Ropa. "I apologize for sometimes being a schmuck. What would you like me to do now?"

Battler: PurpleHaze - VH2 is growing
Hours: 06-22-11 @ 11:37am
: Ron walked away dejectedly. All those years of training...wasted? "Maybe there's a Battle 102 somewhere out there," he mumbled, as he walked off the holodeck and into Ten-Forward. But Guinan wasn't on duty yet.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-23-11 @ 12:54am
: "Dad, can you sew?" 'Ropa asked him, coming forth with a small gash on her forehead. "Or even better, do you know where we could find a healer to join our crew? I think, if you don't mind, you could scout out the forest. Look out for latecomers to the-

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-23-11 @ 12:57am
: battle. See if you can approach anyone who looks like they're on their own, and might want to back us."

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-23-11 @ 4:49am
: "Maybe I can learn to heal?" Steve said. "I'm pretty sure I could sew up that gash in your forehead, Ropa. If you don't flinch."

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-23-11 @ 10:26am
: Dad looked skeptically at Steve, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Can we trust you, Steve? I've promised Ropa not to argue or bicker with anyone on our side any more." He turned to Ropa. "I can sew, Ropa. Remember, I made my illusionist cloak I'm>

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-23-11 @ 10:28am
: <just not sure I wanna tackle stitching up that gash on your forehead." He shows Ropa the amateurish stitching on his robe. "I'll take a look around." Dad slinked off.

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-29-11 @ 11:04pm
: Days had passed and 'Ropa had fought bravely and courageously in the battle. The gash in her forehead had pretty much healed itself. But as the battle grew and the foes appearing from the edges of the field became darker and more dangerous, she knew -

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 06-29-11 @ 11:05pm
: that something was very wrong with the lands that lay around the battlefield. She withdrew into the forest to gather her thoughts on what to do next.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 06-30-11 @ 8:09am
: The forest animals perked up their ears and looked around with apprehension. A wise bunny rabbit said, "Some great human warrioress is gathering her thoughts. That's why our brains are tingling." The woodchuck said, "Okayyy," and returned to his chucking.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 06-30-11 @ 10:45pm
: Dad's eyes widened in amazement. "There is some weird friggin' juju goin' on here, Ropa! Those animals talking is not my doing."

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 07-05-11 @ 9:59am
: Hey! What's wrong with that?

Battler: Dad
Hours: 07-05-11 @ 10:00pm
: Dad hid behind a rock. "Who s-s-s-said th-th-that?"

Battler: 'Ropa
Hours: 07-07-11 @ 6:26am
: "That's Catty," 'Ropa told Dad. "She's one of my original battlers from way back. I'd always hoped I might see her in these lands again one day, and I guess today is that day!" 'Ropa handed Dad a short sword with a look.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 07-09-11 @ 9:46am
: Dad looked at sword suspiciously. "Uh, Ropa. I'm an illusionist. Just what am I expected to do with this thing? Create the illusion of me using it correctly?"

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 08-10-11 @ 6:18pm
: If you can create that illusion I may hire you to create an illusion of me on here more frequently, could you handle that?

Battler: Dad
Hours: 08-10-11 @ 10:55pm
: Dad mumbled quietly for several seconds, makes several mysterious gestures with his hands. Suddenly, a dozen cattys appeared in a circle around Dad. "I'm either in Heaven or Hell," Dad said softly, "and I'm not sure I want to figure out which."

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 08-11-11 @ 5:55pm
: ok, great job, now which one is the real me?

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-07-11 @ 12:26am
: I don't know, why are you asking me?

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 10-07-11 @ 7:33am
: Aha!

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-07-11 @ 8:42pm
: Dad smiled numbly. "It's been two months with a dozen cattys," he sighed. "I still don't know if I'm in Heaven or Hell. But I do know I don't wanna know which!"

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-09-11 @ 4:48pm
: *tries absorbing some of the ghost catties*

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-10-11 @ 8:07pm
: *tries absorbing some of the ghost catties*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-11-11 @ 12:59am
: *absorbs Dad* BURPPPPP, oops, think I need to hack up something I ate (retched sounds)

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-12-11 @ 7:42pm
: *HAIRBALL* Oops, sorry Dad, it was sooo close to dinner time I couldn't help myself. *gets towel*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-13-11 @ 4:31pm
: Do you feel like talking yet?

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 10-13-11 @ 10:54pm
: How can he talk when he's rolling around in your stomach acid?

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-14-11 @ 12:17am
: I gave him a towel! I could have just licked him all over but I didn't think he'd appreciate it fully so withheld that treat!

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-14-11 @ 9:56pm
: Besides, if he doesn't want to roll around in stomach acid he should just go take a shower. Is there a hose near by?

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-14-11 @ 10:00pm
: *continues to roll on ground, trying to get stomach acid off body*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-14-11 @ 10:15pm
: *kicks dirt over dad* What? I bury things that stink!

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-15-11 @ 11:05am
: "Too bad I can't create an illusion of me smelling good," Dad grumbled as he walked to a conveniently nearby stream to wash up.

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-16-11 @ 10:12pm
: *follows behind with a bottle of Fabreze, Piney Scent* You're walking too fast, wait up!

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-16-11 @ 10:26pm
: "Which catty are you?" Dad asked. "The real one, or one of my illusions?"

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-16-11 @ 10:32pm
: I'm real silly. Your fake catty is the one over there dressed in only a scarf and showing her tail. By the way, she's playing in poison oak, not catnip you know. *spritzes a fine mist at Dad*

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-17-11 @ 9:26pm
: Dad nodded as he stepped into the conveniently nearby, shallow stream. "Yeah, I suppose your right. The real catty would only play in catnip. Here's the real test." He faced the catty playing in the poison oak. "Dispell!" The fake catty disappeared.

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-17-11 @ 9:27pm
: "I won't try that on you," he said to the nearby catty who was spritzing him surreptitiously.

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-19-11 @ 7:05pm
: yeah, because if you did I'd have to bring out the claws laced with silly spray, then you would have a real mess to clean up. *sniff* Did you bring any soap with you?

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-20-11 @ 7:25pm
: *sniff* Are you sure that's not a sulpher spring? It really doesn't smell any better yet. *Spritz, spritz, spritz*

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-21-11 @ 10:10pm
: Dad made several strange, mysterious motions with his hands. Several seconds later, a plethora Dads appeared, surrounding catty. "Is it our fault the eggplant caserole we had for lunch had a effect on our lower intestinal tract?" all the dads asked.

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-24-11 @ 9:14pm
: *Sprays each Dad with Fabreze and watches as each one disappears* Um yes, you are responsible for eating such things as eggplant caserole. It's not like it was sourkraut and sardines or anything. *Licks lips*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-28-11 @ 6:53pm
: *slightly drools* Now see what you made me do!!

Battler: Dad
Hours: 10-29-11 @ 11:57am
: Dad Shrugged. "Illusions are just what I do."

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 10-31-11 @ 12:17am
: *goes off in search of fresh fish*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 11-07-11 @ 12:37am
: Boy you sure have to go far in this I & O to find anything fresh. Someone needs to come in here and provide some new scenery.

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 11-07-11 @ 5:53pm
: All I've got is cardboard trees and jack-o-lanterns. Oh... and a giant painting of the Eiffel Tower. We can pretend we are in France! At Halloween! ... Bonjour!

Battler: Dad
Hours: 11-07-11 @ 9:48pm
: Dad pondered the proposal for a few moments. "I suppose I could conjure up an illusion of the Seine. But Steve and catty are already in it."

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 11-09-11 @ 9:52am
: Conjure up a friendly gendarme to pull us out. Then we will celebrate la joie de vivre.

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 11-09-11 @ 7:59pm
: um, I can provide the - nope, can't do that, Steve ate it already.

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 11-14-11 @ 7:07pm
: How about a um, no-I think Dad already ate that. Uh, I have some liver and onions that I'm willing to share. *Really doesn't want to share*

Battler: catty WDC since 2003
Hours: 11-20-11 @ 10:48am
: *doesn't share* Pass the ketchup please!

Battler: Steve Ellen
Hours: 11-21-11 @ 9:50pm
: You really want this In&Out to thrive, don't you? ^_^

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