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Corneria College
"Interesting song...good job there!" said Angela.

The Cornerian Bar on Galaxies
(Ugh, I f***ing hate this crappy computer keyboard, I meant to type "a drunk")

"Okay....what do I have to do?" asked Akasha

The Fur-sonal Touch (V) (G)
Chapter 10

I headed deep into the space station with Katt, Falco, and Todd. "She's gotta be here somewhere!" I said. "Yeah, but where...?" asked Todd. We walked right into a huge laboratory, filled with incubators, tanks, and....


The four of us screamed a the horrifying sights that awaited us. There were human and animal hybrids everywhere, in the tanks, the incubators, and even resting on beds and lab tables. But they were incomplete, or horribly deformed...some of them were human and dog hybrids, or human and cat, human and fox, and many other human and furred animal hybrids....but they were failed experiments. Some had extra mouths where they shouldn't, or extra eyes, ears, etc. They were barely alive, dying, or already dead. "Kill me.....kill meee....kiiillll meeee!" they whispered, either out loud or to us specifically as we saw them. I saw a group of them were, what appeared to be, failed clones of...

"Willow!?" I said, looking at them. Some were failed clones, others human-hybrid experimental failures....

I could hear Todd throwing up...Falco did the same, as did Katt...that's when I lost it, and retched....we ran out of the lab, into the corridor...."What the hell was that!?" shrieked Katt. "An abomination...this place needs to be bombed!" I said. We walked into another lab, filled with medical equipment, cages, computers, and more..."Ahh, we meet again Julius!" came Willow's voice. A red curtain in the doorway at the other end of the lab rose, revealing Willow behind it. "Oh, that's not too cliche!" Todd said sarcastically, noticing.

"How's Akasha doing?" Willow asked. Anger swelled in me like a bubble. "It was all too easy, hurting the team through Julius, and Akasha....tearing you apart, slowing you down. I didn't count on Julius' escape, or recovery. But no matter, I will finish where I left off!" Willow said, strutting into the room. Katt, Falco, Todd, and I attacked Willow. I kicked at her, she blocked my kick and punched at me, but I ducked the punch. Todd jumped on Willow's back and started pulling her fur and pounding her, but she threw Todd over her shoulder and into me.

Katt drop kicked Willow, as Falco punched Willow in the midsection. Willow fought them off, slamming them against each other, and throwing them. I came at Willow, and head butted her, knocking us both dizzy. She picked me up, spun me in a helicopter spin, and threw me into my friends. All four of us charged Willow, piled on top of her, hitting and kicking her. She stood up, and tossed all of us off of her. She came at us, trying to hit us, kick us, stomp on us. We made an awful mess of the lab, breaking equipment, furniture, etc.

I was thrown into the chalkboard, Todd was thrown into the dry-erase board. Falco busted a stool on Willow, and she didn't even feel any pain.

"Give up! You cannot defeat me!" Willow bragged.

The four of us, my friends and I, were catching our breaths. "She's right, so we'll do the next best thing! Follow me!" I shouted. I grabbed a beaker of fluid, then I ran out of the lab, with Katt, Falco, and Todd in tow. "Comezi back here, you cowards!" Willow shouted. She began to chase us...

We hid in another laboratory, filled with giant tanks like the first one, but these tanks only had fluid in them, no half completed or failed hybrids. There were no incubators in this room, no dying experiments. "Guys, here's the plan..." I told Katt, Falco, and Todd what we were going to do about Willow. After they nodded in agreement, we waited for Willow to enter the room. I lay on the floor, just between two rows of tanks. "Ow! Ow! I twisted my ankle! Guys, wait up! Don't leave me here!" I shouted. Willow heard me, and rounded the corner. I was just before another door leading out of the lab. I saw Willow, and my eyes went wide with fear. "Wait! Time out!" I shouted to her.

"Vas est dis!? You think dis est game, nein!?" Willow said to me. As she moved closer to me...I then waited for her to walk between the tanks. I threw the beaker of chemicals I had taken from the lab into Willow's face. The beaker shattered, and a loud sizzling noise was heard, and Willow covered her face, howling in pain. "Accchhhttt! Too lieber-fritzen!" she screamed. "NOW!" I shouted. Todd, Katt, and Falco came out from between the tanks. I opened one of the tanks, and we stuffed Willow into one of them. I slammed the hatch shut, and locked Willow in the tank.

Willow's burned up face glared at me from within the tank, through the small window o the metal hatch. "Got en Himmel! Let me out! LET ME OOOOUUUUTTT!" Willow pounded on the hatch, but fortunately it held. "Hi fishy, fishy!" Todd teased Willow, as he tapped on the small window. "I hope it holds her long enough, c'mon! Let's get out of here! Seal this lab just in case!" I said. "Brilliant, Julius!" said Katt. "Yeah, smart thinkin'!" said Falco. "This should hold her long enough, but it's smart to seal the lab too!" Todd agreed with me. We exited the lab, and sealed both doors, we contacted Akasha on the comms, telling her to seal down that lab, and she did, locking the metal security doors in place over the regular doors. "NOOOOOO!" Willow shouted from within the tank, as the security doors sealed the lab.

Katt, Falco, Todd, and I thanked Akasha, and headed for the escape pods.

On the way there, we approached the server room, and found Kylie, Silas, Akasha, and Slippy finishing up on sabotaging the computer network. "Test the system Akasha!" said Silas. Akasha typed in some basic commands, and the computer kept displaying the words "ACCESS DENIED" over and over again, each time she typed in the commands. She smiled, as the computer screen then showed the text:



The words "YOU DIDN'T SAY THE MAGIC WORD!" flooded down the screen, and then an image of Akasha popped up on the screen, wagging her finger, and saying "NUH-UH-UH! YOU DIDN'T SAY THE MAGIC WORD!" over and over again. All of us cheered. "Great job Akasha!" said Slippy. "Thanks, you and Silas got the software files and records, right?" she asked. "Yeah, we have them!" said Silas. "Won't that disable the escape pods?" asked Todd. "No, it just locks everyone else out of the system, so they can't undo what we've done, or worse, disable the escape pods so WE can't get out of here!" said Akasha. "Great job!" I said to her. "Thanks!" said Akasha.

We fled through the corridors, and arrived at the escaped pods. Übervixen had a satchel of lab notes, and her digital camera in hand. "I got as much evidence as I could!" she said. "Great! Nice work!" I told her. Tigress joined us, and so did everyone else, including Fox. He took a head count..."That's all of us, now let's go, we only have a short time before the bomb goes off!" Fox said. We escaped out the escape pods, and landed on Planet Kew. As we emerged from the pods, we saw the greatest fireworks display in the skies, and in the history of Planet Kew. The lab crashed down, not far away.

We ran towards it, and looked at it. Suddenly, Willlow's fist appeared out of the wreckage! She climbed up out of it. "NO WAY!" the rest of us shouted in unison. "I think...I think...oooffffffff!" Willow stood, spoke, swayed, and fell face-down, dead.


We headed into the office penthouse of Monsteroso Corp. I stood before the executives of Monsteroso Corp. "Was that the best you could throw at me!?" I asked them. "Ah, Julius Quasar! Normally we'd require an appointment, but we'll make an exception in your case!" said the CEO, who had a voice resembling Malcolm McDowell's voice, as it lofted over the boardroom. "What're you talkin' about, kid!?" voice coming from a senior executive asked. This senior executive sounded like Ed Asner. "As if you don't know! But your plans have failed!" I bragged to them.

I tried not to tip my hand.

"I know, what you were making, and what you planned to have them do!" I said. "But you're wrong! they can think for themselves!" I said. "Yeah, those things don't want to conquer Lylat!" Todd chimed in. "You fools, that's not what we were planning!" said the Ed Asner sounding exec. "But you were planning something!?" said Krystal. "Yes, but it wasn't that!" said the Malcolm McDowell exec. "Well, Willow tried to have her DNA donated and mixed with mine, but that failed!" I said. "Whaaat!? No, no...you don't get it, you imbecile! We were planning on Having Willow KILL you, and then destroy the Star Fox Team, so they wouldn't interfere with our grand works, to create a hybrid of human and furred creatures. We could NEVER directly create another Willow, we used the aforementioned method as a shortcut!? Do we bloody well have to explain everything to you!?" the CEO said.

"No, but you just did for the authorities!" I said, holding up a small two-way microphone and communicator.

The doors burst open, and several uniformed law enforcement officers, SWAT, CDF military and Federation Board of Inquisition paramilitary personnel burst into the room. "FREEZE! You're all under arrest! Drop your weapons! Hands up!" they shouted. The Board of Monsteroso Corp put their hands up. I saw several of the Monsteroso Security Thugs take out law enforcement badges, and flash them...they were undercover cops. "You're the idiot, now!" I told the CEO, giving him the finger. A bulldog in a dark suit with a badge clip on the breast pocket came up out of the elevator, from behind the undercover and uniformed cops, and said to us "Well done Team Star Fox, thank you all very much, we couldn't have done this without your help!" he said to me and my teammates. "No problem!" said Fox.

The Board of Monsteroso Corp. was arrested, and charged with conspiracy, murder, illegal experimentation, and worst of all, not paying their taxes. They were sent to prison, and General Pepper personally congratulated us in a Civic Ceremony.

I was welcomed back onto the team, and into my home. Misty was happy to have me back, and we forgave each other, and Akasha, Kylie, and everyone else forgave me for accidentally shooting her, and I forgave them for blaming me. Akasha did get back at me by pooping in my shoes as a prank, but I kinda needed new shoes anyway, so I didn't hold it against her after I got a pair of new shoes, and we all had a laugh about that. We were glad this nightmare was over...Akasha was okay, I was okay, and we reconciled, and our team's bond of friendship was stronger than ever.


Thanks for reading!

Corneria College
Angela smiled, as she listened...she loved the guitar element to the song the best....she remembered how she had enjoyed going to concerts when she was younger...

The Cornerian Bar on Galaxies
Nov 29 2012, 07:22 PM
"Haha, well, good to see you again, short stack!" Silver laughed, watching the smaller cat scurry up to the bar.
"What will you be drinking tonight? A dozen martinis, like last time?"
He suddenly turned very serious. "I should hope not, because neither me nor my ship have forgiven you for what happened after that."
"I'm not a drink!" Akasha growled at Silver..."So what do you want?" she asked.

RyDer's Rant Page
Nov 29 2012, 01:10 PM

Not you you silly furry tailed person.
So far as how i feel about the show: Meh...maybe if i was dragged into watching it...like an opera...i wouldnt go on my own even if you paid me to.
So far as what i was really reacting too: People who take the show too damn seriously...not you, not even really ryder, but "bronies" who treat the show like it's something it's not. like it's some deep show full of double meanings and hidden subplots. It's a show for little girls. dont treat it like the next Lost series.
Oh, okay, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. You're right, I agree, the "Brony" fanbase creeps me the heck out....I created Caligula to lampoon the Brony extremists...

RyDer's Rant Page
Dude, I only asked him what he thought of the show because he's a fan of it....there's no need for that. Personally, my feelings on the show are "it's fine they way they have it...not my concern...if they change it to something I wouldn't like, I'd just quit watching it." I'm not "picking apart" any of it, nor am I making any big deal about it. I know who its target audience is, and I don't mind. I watch it, the way I would watch a car wreck or an out of control wildfire...it's something I just can't help but watch. Yes, I made a fan character for it, but just as a joke...

Submarine Cptn. sends his kids hate mail
Submarine Captain Nick Crew wrote the following letter to his 3 kids:

Dear All Three
With last evening's crop of whinges and tidings of more rotten news for which you seem to treat your mother like a cess-pit, I feel it is time to come off my perch.

It is obvious that none of you has the faintest notion of the bitter disappointment each of you has in your own way dished out to us.

We are seeing the miserable death throes of the fourth of your collective marriages at the same time we see the advent of a fifth.

We are constantly regaled with chapter and verse of the happy, successful lives of the families of our friends and relatives and being asked of news of our own children and grandchildren. I wonder if you realise how we feel — we have nothing to say which reflects any credit on you or us.

We don't ask for your sympathy or understanding — Mum and I have been used to taking our own misfortunes on the chin, and making our own effort to bash our little paths through life without being a burden to others. Having done our best — probably misguidedly — to provide for our children, we naturally hoped to see them in turn take up their own banners and provide happy and stable homes for their own children.

Fulfilling careers based on your educations would have helped — but as yet none of you is what I would confidently term properly self-supporting.

Which of you, with or without a spouse, can support your families, finance your home and provide a pension for your old age?

Each of you is well able to earn a comfortable living and provide for your children, yet each of you has contrived to avoid even moderate achievement.

Far from your children being able to rely on your provision, they are faced with needing to survive their introduction to life with you as parents.

So we witness the introduction to this life of six beautiful children — soon to be seven — none of whose parents have had the maturity and sound judgment to make a reasonable fist at making essential threshold decisions. None of these decisions were made with any pretence to ask for our advice.

In each case we have been expected to acquiesce with mostly hasty, but always in our view, badly judged decisions.

None of you has done yourself, or given to us, the basic courtesy to ask us what we think while there was still time finally to think things through. The predictable result has been a decade of deep unhappiness over the fates of our grandchildren.

If it wasn't for them, Mum and I would not be too concerned, as each of you consciously, and with eyes wide open, crashes from one #$%$-up to the next. It makes us weak that so many of these events are copulation-driven, and then helplessly to see these lovely little people being so woefully let down by you, their parents.

I can now tell you that I for one, and I sense Mum feels the same, have had enough of being forced to live through the never-ending bad dream of our children's underachievement and domestic ineptitudes.

I want to hear no more from any of you until, if you feel inclined, you have a success or an achievement or a REALISTIC plan for the support and happiness of your children to tell me about.

I don't want to see your mother burdened any more with your miserable woes — it's not as if any of the advice she strives to give you has ever been listened to with good grace — far less acted upon.

So I ask you to spare her further unhappiness. If you think I have been unfair in what I have said, by all means try to persuade me to change my mind. But you won't do it by simply whingeing and saying you don't like it.

You'll have to come up with meaty reasons to demolish my points and build a case for yourself. If that isn't possible, or you simply can't be bothered, then I rest my case.

I am bitterly, bitterly disappointed.

Wow, what a jerk....my parents, and my oldest sister say stuff like this to me occasionally. Bear in mind, none of these kids are drug addicts, ex-cons, or on welfare, nor were they ever anything like that.

Your thoughts on this? Here's mine:


*Violence/Gore Warning*


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Now, I wish I had this arcade cabinet in my own home,, it looks like a pretty fun game. I like the whole "Evil Carnival" theme in general, I think Ray Bradbury did one in a story of his called "Something Wicked This Way Comes", and R.L. Stine did 2 "Give Yourself Goosebumps" Choose Your Own Adventure Style books, "Escape from the Carnival of Horrors" and "Return to the Carnival of Horrors", both great books (I own and have read them both). I wish I had played CarnEvil, but I can't find that game anywhere.

Let's talk more about CarnEvil.

RyDer's Rant Page
You seen the new MLP: FIM season yet? If so, what do you think about it?

Corneria College
"That's very kind of you, thanks. But first, I want to watch you play...I can learn through observation, to start." said Angela. She appreciated the fact that students here were so nice to her.

The Titanian Cantina
Nov 9 2012, 10:04 PM
"Great let's gather some people up and take a look", Vanessa replied.
(Oh no! I'm so sorry I missed this!)

"Okay, who do you have in mind, Vanessa?" asked Conrad.

What is the worst game you've ever played?
The Hunt for Red October for Super NES. Screwy and complicated interface menu, hard to figure out, and another pea-brained strategy game. Limited action. Almost as crappy as Silent Service.

Super Conflict, it's a glorified chess game, boring as hell. The little "Battle" cinematics are pretty lame, yet they're the only action. On the plus side, you can switch to machine gun mode, fire, and during mid firing you switch to stronger weapon mode (missile, torpedo, cannon, etc.) and use the power of that primary weapon to hurt your enemy, while saving ammo in the primary gun. .

What's your "Pet Peeve"?
What's your pet peeve?

List them here, you can post more than once, as long as it's a new pet peeve in that post. Try to keep the agreement posts to a minimum (or at least contribute a new pet peeve in them)

Special thanks to Lord Shen of SF-O for the original idea for this thread.

So far, my pet peeves are:

-Car Alarms. When do those things EVER prevent a car theft or break in? Plus they go off soooo easily.

-That dork who owned that comic book/trading card shop who wouldn't let me read the comics in the store, despite the fact I bought and paid for them in full, I even had the receipt to prove it. He says "But if the other customers see you reading in my store, it will encourage them to read in my store as well." He lost himself a paying customer that day, and six months later, after doing that to everyone who paid for their comics, he went out of business. Good riddance.

-People who "double dip" when you're eating chips and dip with them. Finish the chip, then get a new one! Don't dip the chip in the sauce after taking a bite from it!

-My stupid parents

-Those kids down the street from me with their garage band. They've been playing for 15 years now, and they've gotten progressively worse...

-The transit/metro train authorities, mainly the Sheriff Deputies and "Fare Inspectors" on my local commuter rail train. They constantly stop ME and demand to see my ticket to prove I paid to get on fair and square. Seems they harass only ME, and no one else, because I've never seen them stop and ask others with me on the train for their ticket.

-People who chew with their mouth open

-People who change their baby's diapers right there on the restaurant table or booth, in the dining room. They have tables in the bathroom, you lazy morons! I don't mind public breast feeding, but I do mind public diaper changing.

-People who can't park for crap, and take up two parking spaces.

-Obese people in "Rascal" scooters

Corneria College
"Oh no, I...don't really know how to sing or to play a musical instrument, I'm sorry. But thank you though." said Angela, smiling.

The Fur-sonal Touch (V) (G)
Chapter 9

We worked all through the next few weeks, preparing, searching, and planning. Akasha and I recuperated, and as we did, we worked on our plan to defeat Willow. We also had to find Monsteroso's Secret Lab. Conrad had been tailing the R. & D. scientists for days, and he finally tracked them to a secret satellite base the size of Bolse, and it was hidden just out of Planet Kew's orbit.

We were finishing on our plan..."What makes you wanna bet that we'll run into Willow?" asked Todd. "I'm sure by now that she'll be lying in wait. Last time I trailed the scientists, I saw her following ME. I let her think I was oblivious to her tailing me..." said Conrad.

"But wait! What if they move everything from the base!?" asked Slippy. "It only happened yesterday, Slip'...besides, I'm sure Willow wants to use the place as bait to lure us out. As it is, since Madame Vulpine, Krystal, and Kylie, have all been reading Willow's mind.

"She knows of Julius' escape, and Akasha's recovery. She's going to want a rematch with us, and where better than the very place we're trying to assault?" Fox added. "It's risky, but this is our chance..." said Krystal. "We need a distraction....to fool Willow into fighting with us, as we sabotage the lab. We blow it to space debris, and take out Willow in the process." said Tigress. "Why don't we use the Galatae for that?" asked Fara.

"We can't risk Willow bailing out. We want her to die with the place. We sneak aboard, distract Willow, and plant the bombs." Silas said, placing the completed explosives on the table before us. Conrad passed Madame Vulpine the blueprints for the space station, and she unrolled them and placed the on the table, next to the bomb. "Conrad knows the standard nomenclature form the model and make of that space station. He obtained the blueprints form the original manufacturer. Granted, it may be a little different, due to customization, but we know the weak spots, inside and out." she said.

"We'll need to split up into groups, plant the bombs, distracting Wilow, taking control of the station itself...blowing the place up is the best exit strategy." said Miyu. "We have to defeat Willow, so she can't escape...no one but Team Star Fox should escape." said Fay.

"We'll need someone to plant bombs outside, as well as inside, so space suits will be needed. Also, Todd's ship is great for recon and infiltration as well as pick up and drop off." said Katt. "No time to wipe our feet, we'll just pile into Todd's ship!" Fara teased. We all laughed.

"We should sabotage communications, so they can't call for backup!" said Misty. "We'll need to secure the escape pods, reserve some for us, and sabotage the others, perhaps rig some of them to explode as well." Lola declared.

"Don't forget, we still need to gather evidence! We'll need computer files and data, photos, things like that! The perfect plan to stop Monsteroso Corp from future attacks on us!" said Übervixen. "We'll have Silas, Akasha, and Slippy work that department. I'll cover them." said Kylie. "I'll help take out the security 'goon squad'! You know that place will be teaming with them." said Tigress.

"I'll help in securing the escape pods!" said Pal. "I'll provide the distraction, as will Katt and Falco." said Todd. "I'll help in setting up the bombs." said Edge. "I'll help coordinate the placement of the bombs." said Babs.

"I can provide cover, and listen in on the minds of the staff there, to prevent any surprise attacks." said Krystal. "As will Madame Vulpine, and I." said Kylie. "Great, so it's settled..." said Fox. "What am I s'posed to do?" I asked. "Well, Julius, I'm sorry to say this, but you, Todd, and Falco will work to distract Willow!" said Fox. "If you don't want to do this, we understand..." Todd said to me.

"NO! I'm in...that bitch is gonna pay.." I said.


We piloted to the Space Station Lab. R.O.B. flew us to the lab on Todd's Malestrom, in cloaked mode. We landed at the entrance. "GOOD LUCK, EVERYONE." said R.O.B. "Thanks R.O.B." we said, as we disembarked. R.O.B. flew back to the Galatae.

Misty, Lola, and Madame Vulpine were in space suits, and were to plant the bombs on the outside of the space station. Conrad, Edge, and Babs passed out the bombs to the others, and headed off to plant their share of the bombs. Kylie went with Akasha, Silas, and Slippy to the central computer server room. Übervixen went to the labs to gather more evidence.

Krystal, Miyu, and Fox headed off with their share of bombs. Fara, Fay, and Pal headed for the escape pods, to secure them. Tigress headed off to the staff quarters...Falco, Katt, Todd, and I were left to find Willow. "Here it goes...ready Julius?" Falco asked me. I nodded. My blood turned to ice, my heart was pounding. My palms were sweating. "Let's do this!" I said.

*that's it for this chapter*

Corneria College
Angela took a seat and began to listen...she hoped the best for Zachary and his roommates, and appreciated the fact they were taking the time to impress her.

RyDer's Rant Page
Nov 22 2012, 02:57 PM

Going to my grandparent's to morrow for another Thanksgiving/Birthday celebration. My dad and uncle...

What more could a guy want than being crammed into a small Buick Le Sabre for three hours to go to his parent's house and be taunted, leered, and downcast by his side of the family with no remorse?

Then sit around the telly watching American Rugby for five hours with a whole bunch of teenagers and grown men screaming and yelling at other grown men biting the ears, necks and crotches of other grown men. While stuffing their faces with chips and salsa.

Sheesh, you'd think this family was full of psychopaths enjoying a cannibalistic meal...
You poor guy...and I thought my family thanksgivings sucked!

This Day Grimdark
Oh, awesome...great job with the transitions there.

The Cornerian Bar on Galaxies
Akasha emerged from the potted plants, and cautiously made her way to where Myles and Silver were sitting. "My tail isn't lousy, and I'm NOT a scaredy cat, you smelly oaf." she replied, hissing. She got up in the chair as best as she could, using a couple of books so she could see over the top of the table.

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