[[1]Gage[1]]   >>>>>SIM START<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]]   LOCATION>  OVER THE UKRAIN.

[[1]Gage[1]]   SCENE> IN THE RAPTOR, X-FACTOR USES PARTS OF A DESTROYED ANDROPID TO TRACK IT'S BASE OF OPERATIONS.  IT HAS BROUGHT US TO EASTERN EUROPE AS WE CONTINUE NORTHWARD. CEREBRO HAS YET TO DETECT EVE'S SIGNATURE. 

[[1]Gage[1]]   <<cryz is piloting and rhythm awoke about and hour ago>>

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::sitting behind the pilot's seat::

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::In a seat in the back, asleep, snoring loudly:::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::sitting impatiently towards the middle of the jet, tapping her fingers against the arm of her chair::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::articulating his jaw and lightly rubbing his left cheek:: that doohickey say we anywhere near yet?

<[1]Click[1]>   ::looks around slowly, not sure what to do right now::

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::yawns as he flies, in flesh form:: This feels oddly familiar...

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::sits near the back, poking at his injured wing::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::examining the scorched file from the office, trying to ignore Phase::  Anybody heard of somebody named Wade Wilson?

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Yawns, then sits up::: Are we there yet?

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::glances at Gage:: nope ::cracks his neck::

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::glances toward Gage::  Deadpool..?

[[1]Gage[1]]   :;scoffs at the file::  Apparently, these Weapon X guys have a hard time hanging on to their experiments. ::looks at Dragon::  Uhm...just says "Wade Wilson" here. 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::brief look at Dragon:: i remember that name from the files i've been studying back at the base..

<[1]Seraph[1]>   Why would anyone wish to experiment on living people?

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Shrugs::: Ask the government.  Morons are willing to turn anything into a perfect weapon.  :::Lights a cigarette, taking a few puffs:::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::bored look::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   According to the database back at our complex he's supposed to have extraordinary healing abilities, that Deadpool person.. I think

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::coughs from the smoke::

[[1]Gage[1]]   Well, these Weapon X guys take it to a whole new level. ::shakes his head::  Any idea why Gyrich would have such extensive files on Weapon X? 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   By the way, Gage.

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::half smile:: Had an encounter with Weapon X way back when I first joined this team... ::glances toward Phase:: Do you mind not smoking in such an enclosed space?

<[1]Click[1]>   ::blinks at phase and reaches over and puts out the cigarette between his fingers:: dont smoke please, not in a confined space

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::nods in agreement with Dragon and Click:: 

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Rolls his eyes, putting the cigarette away, grumbles::: Hypocrites.

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   Now that you're going through those files. here's a telegram Cryz found on Gyrich's appartment ::hands him the paper which he pulls out of his left pocket::

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::stands up and moves to the front:: can't breathe so well.. ::sits in an empty seat::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks at the telegram::  Uhm...this is it?  Any idea who Jared is? 

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::stands up to read over Gage's shoulder:: ((Never quite knew Gyrich had his fingers into so much..))

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   We thought you might know

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::scuffs her foot against the floor::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   Somebody in his staff maybe?

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::looks back at everybody and sighs:: ((Sometimes it's annoying being the pilot...))

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::tries to think of all the stuff Mr Worthington told him about Gyrich::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> ALRMS THROUGHOUT THE COCKPIT START GOING OFF AS THE COMPUTER DETECTS MULTIPLE BOGEYS

[[1]Gage[1]]   <<alarms>>

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks up at Cryz, eyes wide::  Whats going on?  Aren't we cloaked? 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::startled:: what now!?

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::sits back down, eyes narrowing slightly:: {{And as soon as you say that, it gets real exciting.}} ::slight smirk at the back of Cryz's head::

<[1]Click[1]>   ::blinks and looks out the window::

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::looks around:: whats that sound?

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::quickly looks around::

<[1]Phase[1]>   Something tells me the locals are not coming to give us an escort.

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ...As far as I knew, we were... everybody strap in... ::glances towards radar:: anybody wanna get weapons?

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::straps into his seat and holds on::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::to Seraph::  There's other aircrafts out there. 

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::straps in::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> A LOUD SHUDDER IS FELT THROUGHT THE PLANE.  THE MOMENT PASSES THEN ANOTHER AND ANOTHER ARE FELT. 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::straps in::

[[1]Gage[1]]   <<throughout *twitch*>>

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::fastens her seatbelt::

<[1]Click[1]>   ::holds on, ready for something to happen::

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Straps in, feeling the rumbling::: Exactly what kinda stresses is this thing built to withstand?

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::quietly:: crap.. ::'reaches' outwards telekinetically, trying to sense the extent of the damage to the plane::

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ...::thinks:: Aww hell, we haven't blown up yet... they might be those damn androids trying to get in here...

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::...puts on her seat belt, 'reaching out' to try and feel if she can sense emotions from anywhere outside the plane::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THROUGH THE COCKPIT WINDOWS, CRYZ SEES ANDROIDS FLYING KAMIKAZI ATTACKS STRAIGHT INTO THE JET. 

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::holds on with his eyes closed::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::tries looking over Cry'z shoulder at the plane's controls::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::::unstraps and moves to the weapons, trying not to fall over as more attacks occur::  The weapon ::grips to keep from falling::  ...they can't lock onto any of the other aircrafts!

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::notices the androids coming at the plane:: Oh CRAP! more of those metal creeps!!

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::eyes the window:: Alright, here we go... ::pulls back on the yoke to pull the plane up to evade the androids::

[[1]Gage[1]]   How are they detecting us?!  ::examines the cloaking device::  We're still cloaked! 

<[1]Seraph[1]>   we have parts of the androids onboard don't we?

<[1]Phase[1]>   Maybe we're venting plasma exhaust?  :::Holding onto his seat for dear life:::

<[1]Dragon[1]>   damnit... ::closes her eyes, trying to concentrate despite the shaking of the jet, in an attempt to psionically sense any pilots on the other aircrafts::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::wrinkles her brow:: ..i'm not getting anything...

*** [1]`Rhythm (endeavor2@nas-233-243.orlando-t.navipath.net)[1] has joined channel #X-Factor

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> ANYONE NOT STRAPPED IN SUDDEN FALLS BACK AS THE JET LURCHES.  THE ANDOIRDS SIMPLY CHANGE COURSE AND CONTINUE THEIR ATTACKS.  DRAGON SENSES NO PILOTS. 

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks at Seraph::  Thats it!  ::tries to move to the android parts::

<[1]Click[1]>   ::unstraps his seat belt and goes to help move the parts::

<[1]Phase[1]>   Boss, what in the name of God are you doing?!  You throw those out, we lose our only possible lead!

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::looks at the radar:: Damnit, they're still following... what should we do to shake them?

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION>  AS THE PLANE CONTINUES SHAKING FROM THE ATTACKS, CRYZ STARTS LOSING SYSTEMS...FIRST RADAR, THEN CONTROL OVER THE LEFT WING FLAPS. 

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ((Then I won't feel too bad if the planes accidentally blow up... )) ::eyes flare, as she tries to telekinetically knock one of the aircraft off-course::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::shouts at Phase::  Do *you* have any suggestions?!  ::powers up and smashes the android parts::

<[1]Phase[1]>   Me, make a suggestion?  Like you'd really listen to me!  I'm surprised I even got to join this group!

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::grimaces:: ..Don't be surprised if we have to make an unscheduled stop... ::fights with the controls::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THE ATTACKS CONTINUE FOR A FEW SECONDS, THEN SUDDENLY CEASE.  THE DAMAGE THOUGH, HAS BEEN DONE, AS WE ARE NOW LEAKING FUEL, AND CRYZ HAS ONLY CONTROL OVER RIGHT SIDE OF THE PLANE. 

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::continues holding onto his seat::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::grumbles something about them going to be stranded in some third-world country::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION>  ALARMS CONTINUE TO SOUND AS CLICK NOTICESTHE CLOAKING DEVICE APPEARS TO BE LOOSING POWER, AND OTHER SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN DAMAGED. 

<[1]Dragon[1]>   {{Need help keeping this thing in the air, hon?}} ::settles back in her seat, preparing to help as much as she can, telekinetically::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   I'm gettig sick of these wind up toys

<[1]Click[1]>   ::blinks::  we need to land, now. The cloaking device is going out as well

<[1]Cryz[1]>   Okay... we're running out of options... ::starts looking around for a decent place to land::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::moves up to the cock-pit::  Uhm...so, do you have any idea of where we are, now? 

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks at Click::  Okay, we cannot lose the cloak.  We're not legally allowed to be in this airspace. 

<[1]Click[1]>   well, theres not much that can be done

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::puts a hand on her forehead:: ..oh, better and better.. i sure hope someone here can speak russian..

[[1]Gage[1]]   Click, Phase fix the cloak. ::looks at Dragon::  Help Cryz keep us in the air as long as possible.   

<[1]Seraph[1]>   what..sh-should I do?

<[1]Click[1]>   ::tries to fix the cloak:: i can try

<[1]Phase[1]>   Fix the cloak?  :::Silent for a moment, then pops his knuckles one by one::: Got an instruction manual?

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::looks at Seraph:: well you can fly and save yourleft in caase we all die

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::somewhat flustered::  Ask Sophia...uh...wait.  Just try you're best. 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   or..sit back and wait for instructions like myslef *sigh*

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Looks to Click::: Please tell you have SOME idea of how that thing works?!

[[1]Gage[1]]   We need to figure out where we are.  ::looks at the unoccupid people::  ideas?

<[1]Click[1]>   im working on it ::clicks away::

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::doesn't reply, just laces her fingers together as she concentrates to balance the plane and keep it flying level::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   let's just hope we're somewhere where they know english.. ::crosses her arms::

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::looks to Drags:: ((You can do it, hon...)) ::eyes the readouts::

<[1]Phase[1]>   If we're where I think we are, speaking the native language will be the least of your worries.

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   judging by our flight time i'd guess we're over Kiyev, or thereabouts

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THE CLOAK CONTINUES TO LOOSE POWER

<[1]Click[1]>   ::keeps trying to get the cloak more power::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::slight hiss:: well, maybe we can sell your organs on the black market for money.

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Looks at the cloak, grinding his teeth::: Maybe a few cracks upside the head will get it working right?

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks out the window::  Well, all i see is snow.  So...Siberia, maybe? 

<[1]Myriad[1]>   .........

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   shoot, this bird flies faster than i thought then

<[1]Click[1]>   ::looks to phase for a moment:: take that consol and try to transfer non-essinsal power to the cloaking ::continues work::

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::trying to think::  Anyone know anybody in Russia? 

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THE CLOAK FAILS.

<[1]Myriad[1]>   .....::snorts::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   Ach, not me.

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::blinks:: me neither

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::strained tone:: Snow.  Excuse me while I restrain my excitement.  ::continues keeping the plane up::

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Looks at the cloak, then at the red blinking light on the console Click pointed at::: That's bad, right?

<[1]Click[1]>   Thats very bad. Were uncloaked

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::eyes wide, looks back at Click::  Oh no...no, no...

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   Had i been born in Cuba i'm sure I would, but that's not the case..

[[1]Gage[1]]   (( I never informed anyone of where we were going either?  Figured they wouldn't approve...)) 

<[1]Phase[1]>   So, we're uncloaked, possibly in the middle of Russian airspace.  Anybody know how to spot a MiG?

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> A VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN AND SOUNDING VERY ANGRY SUDDENLY COMES OVER THE COM.

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   wonderful

<[1]Click[1]>   Is there a chance we can land, or do we bail out?

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks out the window::  Is that one? 

<[1]Cryz[1]>   Alright ::looks over to Gage:: Your call, but I think we should land the plane... who knows how many androids there are... and with the plane already near crippled...

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::glances at Drags:: can't you reach in and take a quickie Russian course from his head?

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION>  THE VOICE APPEARS TO BE COMING FROM THE PILOT OF THE MiG.

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::distracted tone:: can Click fake com malfunction signals?

<[1]Seraph[1]>   if we bail out I can only carry one person

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks at Click::  Can you?

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::hmmms and reaches out to feel the pilot's emotions::

<[1]Dragon[1]>   And... if I talk to that guy, I'm gonna have to stop concentrating on the plane for a bit.  Think it'll stay up?

<[1]Click[1]>   ::looks aorund:: i have never tried

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THE PILOT IS VERY NERVOUS AND SOMEWHAT ANGRY.

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::slightly amused look even as she fidgets:: he's nervous.. real nervous...

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::looks at Drags::  Do it.  The plane won't stay up if he fires on us. 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   we're gonna die ::holds his head::

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Looks at the MiG outside::: MiG 29.  Seems to be minimal weapons load.  And, judging but the pilot's voice, we're about to know what a flaming marshmellow feels like.

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::holds up a rosary and mumbles quietly to himself::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   we need to tell him something he'll believe, and think us innocent, too ::smirks, looking around almost suspiciously::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   If he fires at us I'll blast him down, we might die but he'll go with us

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ........

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::to Rhythm::  How you gonna blast him?  You can't exactly reach outside and shoot him at 20,000 feet.

<[1]Phase[1]>   While that will be an eye for an eye, it may also cause WWIII when the Russians find out an American aircraft managed to penetrate into their space.

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::looks back at Gage:: I'll blast through the plane.

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::to Rhythm::  No you won't.  If we go down, in this snow, the plane is the ony thing thats gonna keep us alive. 

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::looks around at the controls then takes a breath, looking to Rhythm:: Just sit down and stay still

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   If he fires a missile at us the plane would be scrap anyway

<[1]Dragon[1]>   ::lets go of the plane, grimacing slightly as she touches the pilot's mind directly, making him think her voice is coming through the com, in russian:: {{This is Captain Rasputin of the KGB.  Who the hell are you?}} ::adds just the right touch of indignation at the pilot's interference::

[[1]Gage[1]]   <Pilot> [[I know no Captain Rasputin!  You are flying in restricted airspace!  Respond, and make an emergency landing mmediately or I will have to fire upon you!]]

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::begins praying a little louder::

<[1]Dragon[1]>   {{This is a classified mission. Check with your superiors.}}

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::stares at Dragon to try and get a clue as to her progress::

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::bites her lip and tries to calm down the pilot a bit::

[[1]Gage[1]]   <Pilot>  ::pauses, then calls back to his base::  [[I'm sorryI have no confirmation.  You have been allowed to reamin in our airspace for too long.]]  ::opens machine gun fire upon the plane:: 

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::ducks once he hears the machine gun:: the bastard is shooting at us!

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::grimaces, fighting with the controls:: Okay, I can't keep the plane in the air if they're firing on us!

<[1]Dragon[1]>   Well shit. ::glares:: {{This is unacceptable!  There will be an official investigation into this matter! Cease fire immediately.}}

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> THE WEAPONS FIRE HITS THE REAR ENGINE, WHICH SPOUTS FLAMES

<[1]Myriad[1]>   ::hisses, tries to make the pilot feel fear towards his own plane::

[[1]Gage[1]]   <Pilot> ::ingoring her and continueing to fire::

<[1]Phase[1]>   Captain, she cannae take much more!

[[1]Gage[1]]   ::goes to strap in::  Phase, shuddyap and strap in! 

<[1]Seraph[1]>   perhaps we should land now..

[[1]Gage[1]]     ACTION> CRYZ IS ABLE TO SAFELY GET THE PLANE TO ABOUT 5000 FEET BEFORE LOSING CONTROL.

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   ::looks out the window and presses a hand to it, then looks back at Gage:: Maybe I can bring him down and not do much damage to our own plane.. i can see him through the window

<[1]Dragon[1]>   Well, I tried. ::muttering under her breath, satisfies herself with a mental stab at the pilot's mind, hoping he ends up with a hell of a headache::

<[1]Cryz[1]>   ::growls:: ...Well that's just swell... everybody strap in, put your heads between your legs and kiss your asses goodbye! ((Might need some help, hon..))

<[1]Phase[1]>   :::Straps into his seat, grabbing hold of his seat's armrests::: This wasn't in the travel brochure!

<[1]Dragon[1]>   {{I know, I know..}} ::tries to steady the plane again, to slow it and bring it to the ground::

[[1]Gage[1]]   Everyone hang on!

<[1]Click[1]>   ::hangs on for impact::

<[1]Seraph[1]>   ::closes his eyes and squeezes the rosary::

<[1]Rhythm[1]>   sonova..

[[1]Gage[1]]   ACTION> DRAGON MAGES TO KEEP THE PLANE FROM GOING INTO FREEFALL, BUT CANNOT RADJUST IT'S ANGLE.  THE PLANES SPEEDS INTO THE GROUND, AND PUMMELS THROUGH HORDES ICE AND SNOW. 

[[1]Gage[1]]   >>>>>EPILOGUE<<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]]   SCENE> EVE AWAKENS IN A METALLIC ALCOVE.  GYRICH IS NEAR HER EXAMINING HER.  OUTSIDE THE ALCOVE, TWO ANDROIDS STAND GUARD.  ACROSS A HALLWAY, THERE IS A SIMILAR CELL, WHERE DEADPOOL WAITS, GLARING AT THE ANDROIDS BEHIND HIS MASK. 

<[1]Eve`[1]>   ::blinks a couple times and glares at Gyrich:: Hey... what do you think you're doing?  Where's Gage?  I'm thirsty...

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ::moves near to Eve::  Finally, you're awake.  You're in a prison cell in Siberia. 

<[1]Eve`[1]>   I remember now.. you're a bad man... and why am I in prison?  I didn't do anything wrong... did I? ::blinks confusedly::

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   You'll get water when the androids decide to feed us.  ::sighs at Eve::  I'm not here to justify my actions to you.  We need to get out of here.  Come here and let me examine your armor. 

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::smiles:: I'm not worried because I know Gage will save me... ::quietly:: ..although maybe he won't...

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::glares:: No.  You're mean.  ::folds her arms and turns her back to him::

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool> ::stands near the edge of his cell::  Hey, Sunshine!  Hows the weather over there? 

<[1]Eve[1]>   and I'm bored here.. ::makes a fist and tries to ram it through a cell wall:: My name is Eve... ::looks over at Gyrich:: Your name is Sunshine then?  I didn't know that

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ::glares at Deadpool::  I may be mean, but right now, I'm you're only chance at getting out of here, and I need you're help.  ...and ignore Deadpool.  He is simply a Weapon X expirment gone wrong. 

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::stops and looks over at Gyrich:: He's like me then?

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ACTION> EVE IS UNABLE TO BREAK THROUGH THE WALL.  IN FACT, SHE FINDS THAT SHE IS UNABLE TO ACCESS HER ARMOR'S SYSTEMS. 

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::grumbles:: My powers aren't working..

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   In a manner of speaking.  ::nods::  I know.  But I may be able to use parts from your armor to help us escape. 

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::sighs and sits down:: ...maybe it'd be better if I didn't escape... Gage doesn't want me around anyways so things might be better now..

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::glances at Gyrich:: okay.. take whatever you want.. I don't care..

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ::disassembles part of her photonic canons and begins looking at it:: 

<[1]`Rhythm[1]>   <<woo Gyrich jus got an offer he can't refuse>>

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool> ::looks at Eve::  What are you doing in here? 

<[1]Eve[1]>   I'm not sure.. maybe because I'm defective too

<[1]Eve[1]>   wow.. aren't you Spider-man?  I've heard all about you

<[1]Myriad[1]>   <<...lol>>

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool>Nope...name's Deadpool.   I'm here cause some psycho named Jared has this thing against Weapon X people.  You know the guy?

<[1]Eve[1]>   Jared?  The Subway guy?  I saw him on tv ::smiles:: He lost all that weight by eating lowfat subs and mild excersize

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool> ::laughs::  Nevermind.  So, are you some new Weapon X lackey? 

<[1]Eve[1]>   ...why does he hate us?

<[1]Eve[1]>   I was.. but... I don't think I work properly... and Gage hates me.. ::frowns::

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool> I dunno.  Some communist ideal about killing non-communist super-soldiers, I think.  You'd have to ask him.  ::looks at Gyrich::   Is that Gage? 

<[1]Eve[1]>   :;smiles a bit:: No... I like Gage

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ::looks up, then goes back to work::

<[1]Eve[1]>   ::glares at Gyrich:: he's just a mean man..

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   <Deadpool>Who is he, and why is he here, then? 

<[1]Eve[1]>   bet they all forgot about me by now.. :;saddens::

<[1]Eve[1]>   I'm not sure... I guess he just likes my biosuit for some reason

*** [1]Arsenal (FourMcs@pool0408.cvx38-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net)[1] has joined channel #X-Factor

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   ::sighs::  Don't you get it, you simpleton?  I *AM* the Weapon X Program. 

[[1]Gyrich[1]]   >>>>>SIM END<<<<<