Game over? (Ultragirl vs Blogger)

Stable orbit?


Oh dear... :?

Aw man. Blogger's gone orbital and there's not even a play-by-play of her last *ahem* encounter with Ultragirl. Oh, Ultragirl, you DID put her in a stable orbit, right? You didn't toss her towards the moon, maybe, or mistakenly leave her in an orbit that would eventually decay and bring her back to Earth as a falling star, did you? Cuz y'know, if she winds up on the moon, she might be able to jump back towards Earth. If her orbit decays, she's gonna be plenty pissed once the afterglow from her reentry dissipates. And even if you did put her in a stable orbit, there's always the possibility that she'll intersect with a satellite or piece of space junk, or, god forbid, a space station, and be able to use those to get back to Earth. And y'know, just because she doesn't currently know how to fly, doesn't mean she's incapable of flight, just that she doesn't know how. Considering that she's gonna have nothing to do but look at the view, play with herself, and plot her revenge, blogger's gonna have plenty of free time to try to figure out how to fly.

I've got a sneaking suspicion that we haven't seen the last of the blogger.

Hope you didn't throw her into the sun. Considering it makes her more powerful who knows what close contact would do. Maybe come back and toss the moon towards you like a football.

I would hope that people would give me more credit than that. :roll:

No, I just took her out and let her drift. Actually, she'll be passing the moon...hold on...YEP! I see her now! She doesn't seem to mind too much about her predicament, though. Weird girl.

Hmmm, not a stable orbit? Jeez, I don't like the sound of that! :o

Haha!! See? She must not be too missed with all the "activity" surrounding her disappearance. I only wish she could see how sorrowful everyone is. Bwahahahah!

Well, thanks to Ultragirl for taking care of Blogger like that.

There is one thing though. I can't seem to get Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" out of my head for some reason.

Ultragirl, any chance you could give us a play-by-play of your last encounter with the blogger? It would be nice to know EXACTLY how she literally left this world, and please, don't hold anything back just because you think it might damage your reputation. We need to know the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

The play-by-play...

I know that I said I used "underhanded" tactics. I meant that
literally. Just as she had hurled one of the prisoners with her
finger I appeared 100 meters away just as the poor guy was about to
land. He bounced off my body to the ground, but I gave a little. I
know, why not catch him? He IS a prisoner, after all. At least I
softened the blow a bit. She didn't seem to pleased to see me. I
could tell because she said, "Can't say I'm pleased to see you here."

Of course, with all the sun she'd been getting, she let the confidence
get to her head. A blast of her searing vision flashed across my
body. I was a bit peeved by now. She keeps wasting my costumes!
It's like she does it on pur...pose... That bitch! Ugh!!

Sorry, anyway, I smiled at her and winked. She needed to know how
useless it was. To say the blogger has a temper is an
understatement. She writes to you all calm and cool, but she's a
spaz. She charged right in fist flailing. Her blows thundered all
over me. I simply stretched long in front of her and sighed. My head
cocked to one side when she finished, her fists were smoking.

"You all pooped?" I asked. Geez, what a temper! She actually yelled
in my face. The soundwave tore the prison transport apart. I had to
fix my hair a bit. I disappeared to her eyes, slow as they were, and
appeared behind her. I wrapped my muscled body around her and grasped
her breasts in my hands. She swooned and I took the opening.

We rocketed faster than I'd ever flown into space. Within seconds we
exited the atmosphere, our clothes burned away. Once in the vacuum, I
let her float. I saw her try and mouth something angryly, but
obviously I couldn't hear her. It's a shame, I'm almost curious as to
what she said. I flew around her in bluring tornado just to rub the
fact that I could fly in just a bit more. I stopped just out of arms
reach. She was seething. Her body tempurature seemed to actually
rise. I did the only thing I thought was just. I blew her a goodbye
kiss with the air I had left. She was sent tumbling through space
over the horizon of the earth.

I sis notice one thing though. Her body seemed to harden and firm
once the sun hit us. I wonder what that was about?

Wow! Thanks for the account, Ultra. I just wish I'd been there to see it.

I've heard nothing at all from Blogger since. As I've got FTP access to her page, in a day or so, I'm going to post (anonymously) some of the mail I've received about my former (thanks again, Ultra) tormentress.

Wow! Thanks for the account, Ultra. I just wish I'd been there to see it.

I've heard nothing at all from Blogger since. As I've got FTP access to her page, in a day or so, I'm going to post (anonymously) some of the mail I've received about my former (thanks again, Ultra) tormentress.

How can you post those letters "anonymously" if you're anouncing your intention to do it to everybody here?

More importantly, if one synchronized swimmer drowns do the rest drown? :?:

Great point, supergeek. I, of course, meant that I wouldn't reveal the identity of the authors of the letters, rather than my own identity. Clear now?

F***ing pedant!

Now that you've seen Ultragirl take care of Blogger, check out her talents as a writer at The Bright Empire (http:brightempire.com). Her excellent stories "Obsolete" and "Walking Tall" are under the Other Voices link.

Coming before Summer's end, Walk Tall Chapter 2. I promise. :wink:

And maybe a song to go with it?

--BTE

Sorry, guys. No singing in my forum.

As promised, some extracts from some of the emails I've received about Blogger (whereabouts currently unknown):

blog.conceptfan.com

Maybe UG should have pushed Blogger into the Sun....

Oh. My. God.



blog.conceptfan.com

Don't pack your bags, just LEAVE. Take all your cash out of an ATM and then get as far away from there as possible. Buy a fake ID, even if it has to be from Al Qaeda. As they say in Texas, you in in heap of trouble, boy!

Well, now you know why you heard thunder this morning out of a clear blue sky ...

I thought something like this might happen(go back a page or two, you'll see my post) as I thought, the blogger has figured out how to fly. On the bright side, she probably won't be wreaking as much havoc in our airports since she won't be bored waiting for a flight(unless she wants to for some unknown reason) but on the other hand, Ultragirl now no longer has the advantage she once did over her. If Ultragirl wants to put an end to the blogger's abuse of people and property, she's gonna have to defeat her in a striaght up fight(or she could try something more likely to work, meaning seducing the blogger over to the side of right, literally) dumping her in deep space won't work anymore.

BTW, Blogger, do you think you could post your own viewpoint of your last encounter with Ultragirl? She posted an account shortly after she put you into orbit, but I can't help but wonder if she told the whole truth, seeing as how she seems to be somewhat embarrassed about the fact that she obviously has feelings for you, no matter how much she tries to deny it.

Oops? :oops:

Possible, yes, for the pawn to become the queen, but even so, remains a playing piece.

March on, both Blogger and Ultragirl, the epic has evidently begun, much more for the both of you to conquer.

Blogger, the old toys no longer please...

Ultragirl, there has to be more than the powers of krypton...

-OCT

So, did you guys miss me? Of course you did! Who wouldn't?!

Oh. My. God.

Goddess , Cf.

Buy a fake ID

You think a little piece of plastic will keep him safe from me? Ha ha ha!!

Blogger, do you think you could post your own viewpoint of your last encounter with Ultragirl?

Maybe. Someday. If I feel like it.

Oops? :oops:

You had your one chance and you didn't take it. All that work in the gym... just to make me even more powerful than I already was!

Blogger, the old toys no longer please...

Yes they do. Especially when they cry and beg and plead...