Ok, so it's my new Fan-Fic, inspired by Barguest and about me and my arch-nemesis, but it's different: Youy, the reader, gets to vote on what will happen. The first vote has already occured and the two people have ended up fighting in a City instead of the wilderness. There will be two more votes, the current one and the next one. Please vote!

http://www.comicvine.com/message/half-blood-battle-royale/176179/&c=10&page=1#post178981

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

I finally got there! I'm so happy, and now I don't have to bug G-Man with all my Power Ranger submissions lol.

Ok, well, I'm sorted.

Sort me!

D'OH! I wanted Ravenclaw. Oh well. I'm loyal, obedient, hard-working.....wow. I'm a werewolf and got sorted into Hufflepuff. Now it makes perfect sense! =P

Awesome!!! Arrow made it and it frickin' ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!

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I took the 'Which Greek God Are You?' Quiz at some site I don't even remember. These are my results:

I'm also gonna provide a link to the place, and you can also take a 'Which Greek Goddess Are You?' Quiz for all you Goddesses out there ;]

http://www.paleothea.com/quizmen.html

http://www.paleothea.com/quiz.html

The top is Gods, and the bottom is Goddesses.

A werewolf You are a werewolf and like a wolf you spend your time in a pack, you as a werewolf have a habit of pushing those you get to close to away this is because you dont want them to know your secret!! Or mainly to get hurt by youre secret. You have a habit of hiding yourself away when you know it is going to happen, as you know that nobody will understand that you cant help being you! You never get to close to people when you are normal because when you was first turned into the half beast creature that you are today, the first person that you killed or at least you thought you killed was your g/b friend, but in actual fact it was they that turned you! The real you can have a habit of putting others first to the extent where you have given up or have been prepared to give up something of your own to make the other person feel happy!! You have a large number of friends and they are your life force, without your friends and family you would be nothing. You have a big temper that is very rarely shown the reason, the reason you have such a big temper is because you keep your feelings in. believe in yourself and you will go along way!!
Take this quiz!
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How evil are you?

Never knew of the power inside

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"Wolfman?" Mr. Drake called. "Here." Scott Wolfman replied. It was 2:05 P.M. The school day at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was almost over, and Scott Wolfman counted the seconds. He sat in at his desk, doodling in his notebook. He was wearing camo cargo shorts with a soccer jersey from his old High School. Wolfman 07

His history teacher, Mr. Drake, used to be Iceman of the X-men, and has lately been helping Scott develop his Ice Power.

"The Answer, Mr. Wolfman?" Mr. Drake asked. "1607" Scott replied. "Correct."

Scott sat in his human form, since no one knew of his wolf-powers except for Mr. Drake and Professor McCoy, his science teacher. Professor McCoy had acted like a father to Scott since he had arrived at Xavier's, Mostly because of the similarity of their powers.

Lately, Scott has been patrolling the streets of New York at night. Mr. Drake approves of it, thinking it's a perfect way to train his powers. Professor McCoy, on the other hand, thinks that it's too dangerous and that he may be discovered as a mutant.

RIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Scott waited until everyone had left and proceeded to the front of the class. "I've been practicing my ice shards, Mr. Drake."

"Ok, Let's see it then." Mr. Drake said. Scott dropped his bag, held his hand out and formed and ice shard. Mr. Drake picked it up and looked it over. "Good. Nice form. Perfectly weighted and aerodynamic." Mr. Drake smiled and handed it back to Scott. "You're really getting good at this," Mr. Drake said, now going to a whisper,"Are you going out again tonight?"

Scott nodded his head and waved goodbye to Mr. Drake. He headed through the hallway, saying high to his friends and making his way to his room. Scott opened the door. Simba raised his head from the bad and yawned. Sorry, Sleepyhead, Did I wake you? Scott asked.

No, I just..........dozed off. Simba said, jumping down from the bed. Scott plopped onto his bed and flipped open his laptop. His room had a bed, a window overlooking the grounds, a big T.V., a PS2, millions of DVD's, video games, and Comic books everywhere, plus some action figures here and there. His walls were covered in Posters: Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Good Charlotte, and his favorite of all: Avril Lavigne.

You aren't goin out tonight are you? Simba asked jumping back up on the bed. Scott shook his head no, when indeed he really was. He thought New York needed this protection.

Scott had learned most of his crime-fighting moves from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies and Power Rangers episodes. Scott laughed at how much Simba looked like Master Splinter.

Later that night, after everyone was asleep, Scott had snuck out and made his way to New York. He sat atop a building in his werewolf form, watching and listening to the bustling city streets below.

Scott's ears picked up a Police Signal. Attention All Units! High speed chase in progress on 5th heading North. Suspects disappeared after bank robbery and reappeared right in front of an on-patrol street car!

"5th.........that's right here!" Scott ran over to the other side of the building and saw the chase in the street below. His claws shot out and he jumped from the building, freefalling down ward. His claws grabbed onto the building's side and he slid the rest of the way down.

Scott jumped from the building onto one of the Patrol Cars. He jumped from that car in the direction of the Suspects, but a Huge truck ran right in front of the Cop Cars and the suspects, cutting one off from the other. Scott hit the side of the truck and clung onto it for dear life. He climbed to the top and looked back at the Suspects. They were getting away. Scott slammed his fist down onto the truck and caught ascent coming from it. He clawed his way to the back of the truck and pulled open the doors.

After swinging inside, Scott's jaw dropped. Sacs of money lay everywhere. It all came together. The suspects had disappeared to transfer the moeny into this truck. Then they purposely initiated a high speed chase as a decoy. This truck then cut the Police Cars off from the suspect car so they could both get away.

Scott closed the doors and clawed his way to the cab of the truck, all while the truck was driving at irregularly high speeds. He ripped off the door of the cab and punched the man driving it. He fell to the seat next to him, unconscious. Scott grabbed the wheel and yanked it in his direction, making the truck peform a split second turn and topple over.

Scott jumped off before the truck fell over and clung to a nearby building, climbing his way to the top. He had waited until News Crews and Police had arrived before fleeing.

Slowly and quietly, Scott snuck back into his room. He gently stepped over Simba, so as not to wake him.

Human or Super-Villian? Simba asked. Scott had rolled his eyes, he thought Simba was asleep. Human. he replied. Bankrobber? Simba asked again. Yes! Now go to sleep!

Scott crawled into his bed and turned on his T.V. to the news. The Headline on the News made Scott groan. Wolf-like animal foils Bank Robbery Plot.

Just then there was a hard knock on Scott's door. "Oh God, Not again."

Scott opened his door and pretended to look sleepy. Professor McCoy stood in the dorway with an angry look on his face. Scott faked a yawn and said,"Professor? It's 11:00 O'Clock at night. What is it?"

"You know very well what it is." Professor replied. Scott abandoned his tired facade and told the Professor,"Ok, look Professor. I performed a public service. Last Time I checked, that was a good thing. Pardon me for my rudeness, but it's late and I'm going to miss my early morning cartoons if I don't get to sleep." Scott closed the door and fell onto his bed, the T.V. still going. He closed his eyes saying,"Another normal day around here." Scott slowly drifted to sleep.

Coming very, very soon to a blog near you......

These will be certain exploits of my superhero career..........they will not always go in order nor will they always be to be continued......

Some may be but most likely not......Hope you all like my writing!