Game over? (Ultragirl vs Blogger)

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses?

Blogger, they should send the supermen in the white suits after you!

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses?

Amen to that!

Blogger, they should send the supermen in the white suits after you!

Yes, they should or else this super-vigilante is going challenge her and she can't stop my big black Grand Cherokee SUV since it's about as invulnerable as she is. Hell, it's like the Turbo Interceptor from The Wraith.

I've been drinking milk

What's that, darling? Some kind of code to say "I've been working out cos I wanna be strong like you"? If you want to impress me, you should spend more time in front of the mirror getting your makeup right and less time trying to achieve the impossible.

Why would anybody want to "beat the crap" out of Ultragirl, insread of worshipping her sexy body with kisses and caresses

Just to clear up any confusion that may have arisen here. I wouldn't say I want to knock seven shades of s*** out of her, but I would say that I will if she tries to fight me again. I'd much rather she came to her senses and gave in to her true feelings and worshipped my sexy body whilst I enjoyed hers.

or else this super-vigilante is going challenge her

Just like my dear young friend, Turbo-Boy. We haven't heard from him in a while, have we...

she can't stop my big black Grand Cherokee SUV since it's about as invulnerable as she is. Hell, it's like the Turbo Interceptor from The Wraith.

I could flip that overgrown go-kart end over end towards the horizon by raising a beautifully-arched eyebrow. I could slice it open with a fingernail like a sharp knife through paper. If it hit me, going flat-out, downhill, with the wind behind me, I wouldn't blink. It would crumple up to scrap against my perfect curves like aluminium foil.

Just to clear up any confusion that may have arisen here. I wouldn't say I want to knock seven shades of s*** out of her, but I would say that I will if she tries to fight me again. I'd much rather she came to her senses and gave in to her true feelings and worshipped my sexy body whilst I enjoyed hers.

In your dreams, missy. She isn't the type to give in to people like yourself. :roll:

Just like my dear young friend, Turbo-Boy. We haven't heard from him in a while, have we...

Yes, we haven't but you are underestimating me, my dearest. I am nothing like Turbo-Boy. :twisted: Let's just say I have an evil streak seven shades of red. :wink:

I could flip that overgrown go-kart end over end towards the horizon by raising a beautifully-arched eyebrow. I could slice it open with a fingernail like a sharp knife through paper. If it hit me, going flat-out, downhill, with the wind behind me, I wouldn't blink. It would crumple up to scrap against my perfect curves like aluminium foil.

And you're also underestimating my precious crime-fighting truck. It can regenerate itself back to it's original shape. I don't know if I told you yesterday but it's father was the Turbo Interceptor and it's mother was the '58 Fury from Christine. It was born at the factory like it's mother and trust me, you don't want to upset it or me! And Ultragirl can attest to this, she's seen me and my truck in action catching many a crook.

Ultragirl.

Obviously, you do not have the tools necessary to defeat Blogger, so I dared to think I'd give ya something.

*hands her a Necron Warscythe*

This baby is composed of living metal. Force fields, energy matricies, superior molecular composition, and a long etc, are no protection whatsoever against the blade. Do try to be careful and not slice off your own head.

-OCT

Oops! Forgot! Necron Warscythes are copyrighted by Games Workshop. Sorry about that, but WH40k is quite attactive to me.

Believe me. Once Booger gets up enough nerve, she'll be getting her spanking back, and then some. Thanks anyway.

BOOGER?

Hey, I like that!

Pathetic!

I mean, is that it? The best you can come up with is a toy sword and bit of childish name-calling?

How ironic that you should choose "booger" as your insult, when a single sniff from either of my sexy, perfect nostrils could finish you off.

You need to broaden your minds. Get some proper knowledge by leafing through my glorious reference work, Encyclopaedia Bloggerica. Click on blog.conceptfan.com/encyclo.html

How ironic that you should choose "booger" as your insult, when a single sniff from either of my sexy, perfect nostrils could finish you off.

Quiet.

Try to broaden your mind as well. Read DC's 'Kingdom Come' and perhaps learn some fragging humility.[/quote]

Man, how come I wasn't watching this fight earlier?

The bouts so far have been pretty good, though not really a true test between the two uber-powerful women.

Though if the two finally started to scrap it out, without the sudden romantic inclinations.. It'd probably end up a tie. Though I know Ultragirl isn't letting on her absolutely mind-blowing strength yet, so that'll be interesting to see.

As for Blogger.. Well, one can never underestimate evil. They just do the naughtiest things. ;P

You're not ROOTING for her, are you? She's an abomination! Ughh! MEN!

You're not ROOTING for her, are you? She's an abomination! Ughh! MEN!

I sure hope he isn't b/c I don't see the point!

Heyy.. Comon Ultragirl, you know I want you to win.

Just saying is that you've got a tough opponent ahead of you!

Don't be so hard on him, Ultrababe. He's just a man. They can't help rooting for me. I'm irresistible.

Simofett, why don't you bring yourself up-to-date with the story so far, by checking out the only true account of events. It's available at:

blog.conceptfan.com/arc2005-03.html

About as true as political campaign releases...

Speaking of politics, I see you're now busy using sex to (presumably) kill a fugitive from a dictator while awaiting the dictator's son -- presumably to do the same.

I guess this is your idea of "even handedness."

I see you're now busy using sex to (presumably) kill a fugitive from a dictator while awaiting the dictator's son -- presumably to do the same.

I guess this is your idea of "even handedness."

Brantley, you should wait 'till you've read the full story. As you know, all this happened two weekends ago! At the risk of destroying the finely-balanced sense of suspense which I have built up so masterfully, I have to tell you that the "fugitive" was, in fact, still breathing when I parted company from him.

You've got me all wrong. I'm no psychopath. I don't kill anything like all my lovers. Quite a few of the men to whom I give the unsurpassable honour of physical intimacy with my perfect body get lucky (twice)...

It's rare, in fact, for me to actually set out with the intention of killing a man during (or, my favourite, just after) sex. And usually, when I do, there's a (fairly) good reason for it.

Most of the time when a male loses his life in my arms, it's due to his own fragility rather than any murderous intent on my part. I can't be expected to always be careful when I'm enjoying myself.

As for "even handedness" and the dictator's son... Well, as you know, I'm above the politics of mere men. As I said, you'll just have to wait until you've read the whole story.

Hmm, I'm trying to remember how long it's been since a frail survived sex with you....

And even if this one does, maybe he'll never be good for another woman. But then, could the part he may end up missing do anything for you in the first place? If you can't find a superman, maybe you'd be better off using rebars!

No one has you all wrong. You need to be stopped.

Although, for once, you're giving it to someone who deserve it. I've been watching this dictator's son fro some time. He's a bgger bastard than you, believe it or not. Those were just kids last time.

Oh if I could just get you to see things my way. We could do so much for this world. I could even reconsider our relationship...

You need to be stopped.

I'm unstoppable, baby :wink:

for once, you're giving it to someone who deserve it. I've been watching this dictator's son fro some time. He's a bgger bastard than you, believe it or not. Those were just kids last time.

Bastard? What do you know about my parents?

As for Junior, he was just another arrogant male jerk to me. I thought I'd have some fun with him and his toys (and I did).

Oh if I could just get you to see things my way. We could do so much for this world. I could even reconsider our relationship...

How about this for a new entry to my superb encyclopaedia ( blog.conceptfan.com/encyclo.html ):

Ultragirl: Poor, misguided (but really cute) super-heroine. Almost as strong and beautiful as me. Now finally beginning to admit her true feelings for me.


I'd blow you a kiss, gorgeous, but I don't want to flatten every building between here and Texas.

This sort of cyclical behaviour is going to last for months, I can see..

I should really bring in a third party to moderate this bout between Ultra and Blogger. ;P

I should really bring in a third party to moderate this bout between Ultra and Blogger. ;P

As moderator of this thread, I say let the superladies sort it out between themselves.

The only thing that could moderate Booger would be carbon rods.

Finefine.. I suppose if we all called in our vast resources, we could have a fleet of super-girls on hand to turn this into a full-scale brawl. Hrmm.. *Rubs chin*

The only thing that could moderate Booger would be carbon rods.

The name's Blogger. And I've tried carbon rods. They just fell apart like everything else.

The only thing that could come close would be... Ultragirl. She seems to realise it too... She's deeply in love with me and I reckon it's just a matter of time before she announces it to the world. That's why she hasn't posted to her group for a while. She can't think of anything else but me.