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Do Not Quote Me An Seansai	This is nothing more than Documentation of chronology thoughts and aspirations of my own and of my own achord. Which In the end I want nothing more then to become a sheep herder in Ireland. Nothing More. I want out......thats it. The dream of america is dead, but we keep on kicking the old dead horse hoping things will get better, but we just keep on handing over our freedoms. Nothing ever comes in return. Its almost over though.
Metaplot for Terran Space Mr.Hales	Moving out from the super-massive black hole devouring in the center of the spiral, all space dims as dark matter filters light from the limitless stars circling the galactic core. If one followed the Orion Arm of the Milky Way a bit further out than half-way point, one might come upon the yellow star, Sol, amidst the teeming masses of stellar bodies, if one's timing was right. In a place as inconceivably enormous and ancient as Universe, temporal accuracy is critical.
File Discovered on Laptop in Possession of Suspect Mr.Hales	I thought our date was going so well right up until the moment her ear fell off. No, wait. That's no way to begin this, it makes it sound like some story or something. If I have time, I'll rewrite this. Let me start over: My name is Harold Davis, Harry, and I am going to kill myself.
I Feces You Negative Mr.Hales	Thoughts On Society's Dregs (and Hangups) There are a very few things that make all men (and women and dogs and spiders and amoebas) equal, that make all life (animal, at least) brothers and sisters and sexless siblings in life: birth, respiration, procreation, consumption, digestion, excretion, and death. That is to say, all life (animal life, at least, but a lot of other things, too) is, in some manner, born and goes on to, in its own way, breathe, reproduce, eat, defecate and die. It is the second and second to last we are concerned with here.
A visit to the colonel's lab- Another day in the life of "Knife" Kraibald	Col. Jenks looked up from his paperwork at the glaring blue eyes of Michael Van Lue. Surprise, confusion and rage battled for control of the Colonel's emotions. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Michael allowed himself a half smirk, "Yeah little thing I forgot to mention, somehow I always know where the blade is like a GPS." Jenks stood up "So what are you doing here. The deal was I give Karen her freedom and you give me the knife." "No" Michael shouted, "I said you can have the knife so long as Karen and our daughter are with me. They're gone, taken, kidnapped. So who tops my list of suspects, why the esteemed Colonel of course." "I don't have them." "I know. You wouldve laid a trap for me if you did. I'm just here for my blade." "You can't take it from this facility" Another smirk. " Not without serious damage. Thats why you're going to let me borrow it til I get Karen and Lyndi back." "And if I don't?" Another smirk. In the background shouts and containment alarms ring out. "I have some control even here. Hmm wonder If I can duplicate from this range?" "Alright alright take it, but if you don't bring it back....' "Yes we both know the consequences, just as you know that if you did anything to my family I'll hunt you, If you hide I'll find you, we will fight, and I will hurt you." They continued to glare at each other as Michael Van Lue "Knife" once again backed out the office door.
Friends help you move, real friends....Another day in the life of "Knife" Kraibald	"Get out of my way Zak NOW!" Even as angry as he was, Michael Van Lue knew he had no hope of beating the masked man in front of him that he knew as Zak, but whom the rest of the world knew as the hero Starstreak. "I can't let you do this Michael. Even if you succeed, what have you gained? This disgusting creature behind me, you kill him in cold blood, and you become another one of his victims forefieting your own life." "Dammit Zak he's a child murderer!
Going to the chapel, another day in the life of "Knife" Kraibald	It had been many years since Michael Van Lue looked this sharp, so to speak. He was dressed in a tuxedo, flying down the highway on a borrowed crotch rocket. He could see the church that was his destination on the other side of the river, but the traffic had come to a dead stop on the only bridge across the river. "What the hell is the hold up....oh." A tanker truck was about to fall off the bridge into the river, taking with it a sedan, with the doors open, something was hanging by the seat belt out of the passenger door of the sedan. "Is that? Awww hell no!" It was a baby seat...
The Multiverse Solution Kraibald	If as the case may be, one cord becomes too weak to bind, then several cords become necessary to keep our foe at bay. The only way to accomplish this end is to literally undo the work we have done so far...ALL of it. Needless to say this path is fraught with peril and danger, but I see no alternative as this insidious plauge is ravaging our ranks and reducing our numbers, is afflicting even myself. This decision should not be undertaken lightly, for we are literally talking about the creation of possibly an infinite number of alternate realities, existing parallel to each other.
Going to the chapel-The death of Knife. Kraibald	It had been many years since Michael Van Lue looked this sharp, so to speak. He was dressed in a tuxedo, flying down the highway on a borrowed crotch rocket. He could see the church that was his destination on the other side of the river, but the traffic had come to a dead stop on the only bridge across the river. "What the hell is the hold up....oh." A tanker truck was about to fall off the bridge into the river, taking with it a sedan, with the doors open, something was hanging by the seat belt out of the passenger door of the sedan. "Is that? Awww hell no!" It was a baby seat...
Skinned knees, skinned hearts- Another day in the life of "Knife" Kraibald	It was midnight as Michael Van Lue stared up at the run down apartment building, on the bad side of town. Michael took a last drag off his cigarette before dropping it to the street and crushing it out with his toe. "Man this is gonna suck." He looked down at his recovered knife in his right hand, "Yeah." Then he reached into his pocket with his left hand, and withdrew what appeared to be a yellow christmas light, that was glowing brightly, even though it wasn't plugged in, and instead of a light buld screw it had w

Do Not Quote Me

This is nothing more than Documentation of chronology thoughts and aspirations of my own and of my own achord. Which In the end I want nothing more then to become a sheep herder in Ireland. Nothing More. I want out......thats it. The dream of america is dead, but we keep on kicking the old dead horse hoping things will get better, but we just keep on handing over our freedoms. Nothing ever comes in return. Its almost over though.

Metaplot for Terran Space

Mr.Hales

Moving out from the super-massive black hole devouring in the center of the spiral, all space dims as dark matter filters light from the limitless stars circling the galactic core. If one followed the Orion Arm of the Milky Way a bit further out than half-way point, one might come upon the yellow star, Sol, amidst the teeming masses of stellar bodies, if one's timing was right. In a place as inconceivably enormous and ancient as Universe, temporal accuracy is critical.

File Discovered on Laptop in Possession of Suspect

Mr.Hales

I thought our date was going so well right up until the moment her ear fell off.

No, wait.

That's no way to begin this, it makes it sound like some story or something. If I have time, I'll rewrite this.

Let me start over:

My name is Harold Davis, Harry, and I am going to kill myself.

I Feces You Negative

Mr.Hales

Thoughts On Society's Dregs (and Hangups)

There are a very few things that make all men (and women and dogs and spiders and amoebas) equal, that make all life (animal, at least) brothers and sisters and sexless siblings in life: birth, respiration, procreation, consumption, digestion, excretion, and death. That is to say, all life (animal life, at least, but a lot of other things, too) is, in some manner, born and goes on to, in its own way, breathe, reproduce, eat, defecate and die. It is the second and second to last we are concerned with here.

A visit to the colonel's lab- Another day in the life of "Knife"

Kraibald

Col. Jenks looked up from his paperwork at the glaring blue eyes of Michael Van Lue. Surprise, confusion and rage battled for control of the Colonel's emotions. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Michael allowed himself a half smirk, "Yeah little thing I forgot to mention, somehow I always know where the blade is like a GPS." Jenks stood up "So what are you doing here. The deal was I give Karen her freedom and you give me the knife." "No" Michael shouted, "I said you can have the knife so long as Karen and our daughter are with me. They're gone, taken, kidnapped. So who tops my list of suspects, why the esteemed Colonel of course." "I don't have them." "I know. You wouldve laid a trap for me if you did. I'm just here for my blade." "You can't take it from this facility" Another smirk. " Not without serious damage. Thats why you're going to let me borrow it til I get Karen and Lyndi back." "And if I don't?" Another smirk. In the background shouts and containment alarms ring out. "I have some control even here. Hmm wonder If I can duplicate from this range?" "Alright alright take it, but if you don't bring it back....' "Yes we both know the consequences, just as you know that if you did anything to my family I'll hunt you, If you hide I'll find you, we will fight, and I will hurt you." They continued to glare at each other as Michael Van Lue "Knife" once again backed out the office door.

Friends help you move, real friends....Another day in the life of "Knife"

Kraibald

"Get out of my way Zak NOW!" Even as angry as he was, Michael Van Lue knew he had no hope of beating the masked man in front of him that he knew as Zak, but whom the rest of the world knew as the hero Starstreak. "I can't let you do this Michael. Even if you succeed, what have you gained? This disgusting creature behind me, you kill him in cold blood, and you become another one of his victims forefieting your own life." "Dammit Zak he's a child murderer!

Going to the chapel, another day in the life of "Knife"

Kraibald

It had been many years since Michael Van Lue looked this sharp, so to speak. He was dressed in a tuxedo, flying down the highway on a borrowed crotch rocket. He could see the church that was his destination on the other side of the river, but the traffic had come to a dead stop on the only bridge across the river. "What the hell is the hold up....oh." A tanker truck was about to fall off the bridge into the river, taking with it a sedan, with the doors open, something was hanging by the seat belt out of the passenger door of the sedan. "Is that? Awww hell no!" It was a baby seat...

The Multiverse Solution

Kraibald

If as the case may be, one cord becomes too weak to bind, then several cords become necessary to keep our foe at bay. The only way to accomplish this end is to literally undo the work we have done so far...ALL of it. Needless to say this path is fraught with peril and danger, but I see no alternative as this insidious plauge is ravaging our ranks and reducing our numbers, is afflicting even myself. This decision should not be undertaken lightly, for we are literally talking about the creation of possibly an infinite number of alternate realities, existing parallel to each other.

Going to the chapel-The death of Knife.

Kraibald

Skinned knees, skinned hearts- Another day in the life of "Knife"

Kraibald

It was midnight as Michael Van Lue stared up at the run down apartment building, on the bad side of town. Michael took a last drag off his cigarette before dropping it to the street and crushing it out with his toe. "Man this is gonna suck." He looked down at his recovered knife in his right hand, "Yeah." Then he reached into his pocket with his left hand, and withdrew what appeared to be a yellow christmas light, that was glowing brightly, even though it wasn't plugged in, and instead of a light buld screw it had w