<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:16:58.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MYSTERIOUS PALE FACED MAN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115917978395573617</id><published>2006-09-25T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T03:29:41.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG;FIFTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For an evil genius, I made a rather idiotic move. At impulse I hastedly blasted Kodiak backwards with my green plasma flame. Then I realilized as I watch his skin quickly graphed itself back over his smoking rib cage, that just that comparatively small attach allowed his mutant x healing to adapt to my mutant DNA. Before I can even turn to flee the room, Kodiak was up off my lab room floor an preparing to maul me. I quickly rearrange my molecules so that his fist punched though me. But, the microsecond his skin touched the wall of the hole in my body, my mutant ability to alter my self was muted and my body solidified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost effortlessly Kodiak began to flex his forearm, which in return ripped my entire body into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I awoke from the devastating pain, and was able to pull myself together, the DAMN bear-man was gone, the facts of his escape still some what unclear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*HELLO FELLOW TRUE BELIEVERS, LITTLE DOE'S MISTER SINISTER KNOW, KODIAK HASN'T ESCAPED JUST YET! TUNE INTO KODIAKS LONG AWAITED RETURN TO HIS BLOG SOMETIME NEXT WEEK FOR THE DETAILS ON HIS EXCITING ESCAPE, SEE YOU THERE!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115917978395573617?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115917978395573617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115917978395573617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115917978395573617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115917978395573617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/09/science-logfifteen.html' title='SCIENCE LOG;FIFTEEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115857476056966685</id><published>2006-09-18T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:26:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: FOURTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most unfortunate for my standings with Khaos, something has happened that may anger him with my work! My latest project; subject Kodiak had a rather incredible turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of being comatossed by the mutant cure, his body began need more and more of it.&lt;br /&gt;It finally was taking about a gallon a day before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the alarm alerting me that his vital signs were abnormal coming from my lab, as I got closer to my lab the alarm began to get more sporadic. I enter my lab seeing Kodiak, still as if sleeping, still pinned to the wall arms and legs spread and shackled, but about two sizes larger than when I last was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His veins began to become apparent as they pumped to the thrash of his heart beat. I rushed over to turn the cure feed up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:and............crack!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and............ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The barbarian sized grizzly of a man broke free falling forward to his knees, I could see him increase in size and bulk up with every pump of his heart. From a kneeled position with his mane of Dark Red hair and the cloak of the darkness from my lab he slowly lifted his head cutting his eyes up at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/400/kodia2%5B1%5Db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With ferocity in his roar he growled...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SINISTERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115857476056966685?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115857476056966685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115857476056966685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115857476056966685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115857476056966685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/09/science-log-fourteen.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: FOURTEEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115792916926548178</id><published>2006-09-10T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:59:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: THIRTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The strangest thing happened a week ago, Khaos entered my lab. But, it seemed to be only Stryfe. I felt it as he entered. Then almost to make certain my asumtion, he spoke, with his lips. This is something as Khaos he just don't do, Khaos speaks with telepathy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;" I am traveling to Earth Zeta, Sinister. You, are in charge of things here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is bizarre, Khaos don't trust me enough to leave me in charge. As Stryfe lifts his hand and opens a portal I wonder what is up Khaos' sleeve's. I am almost certain the entity that creates one half of Khaos, did not go with Stryfe!! What is he planning!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115792916926548178?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115792916926548178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115792916926548178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115792916926548178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115792916926548178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/09/science-log-thirteen.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: THIRTEEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115625866706257745</id><published>2006-08-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:12:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: TWELVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/APALEFACEDMAN2sinister.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/APALEFACEDMAN2sinister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I inject a continuous feed of the mutant cure into Subject: Kodiaks I. V. I continue analyses on his DNA structure. Realizing immediately that the mutant cure is derived from a mutant, I know it has to be a constant and steady stream into his veins, or the odds of him adapting are to high, however the odds of the the mutant genetic cure canceling out his mutant immunity is also a possibility, I can't take the chance. Khaos wants the ability to roam this mutants mind freely, if he could turn Kodiak, and make him fight for his cause, the strength and intelligence would be a top ranking asset to Khaos' impending war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am safe to write out my thoughts and be less mindful of hiding my plans, for Khaos' is currently scouting the 'Earth 'Zeta' dimension. My time under Apocalypse and the improvements he once gave to me, developed an ability to render myself into a state of what I call conscious unconsciousness, meaning I'm able to blank my mind of thoughts and plans I have. This is part of my genius, I naturally do this when working, allowing me to focus and only bring to the surface what I need. Xavier has been unable to read my mind at times. I was sloppy and Khaos succeeded in raping thoughts from my mind before, this will not acure again for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Sinister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. McCoy and &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Stryfe clone are still at my base, assuming McCoy is still alive. Even though the whole Khaos 'cause' tickles my fancy, the whole 'he will become a god' thing don't quite suit me. Demon, has come to follow as a puppet, also has so many others. Khaos' gathering and muraling skills definitely resemble Eriks*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, this is interesting, the subject Kodiak's D.n.a. resembles,,, Wolverines?&lt;br /&gt;How could this b,,.... Wait a minute,....... Incredible, what a discovery this is!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115625866706257745?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115625866706257745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115625866706257745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115625866706257745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115625866706257745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/08/science-log-twelve.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: TWELVE'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115601655366599860</id><published>2006-08-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:34:11.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: ELEVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/sinister.1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/sinister.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was taken prisoner by the mutant entity Khaos, Khaos offered me position as Head scientist, and said the my survival and resilience from his destroying my island base, proved me strong enough for a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;He strength is far beyond what I've expected. I quickly realized if I am to survive a world ran by him,,, err,,, them, I would have to follow Khaos' orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That brings me up to date, my latest project is interesting. I'm in my lab and Khaos' general, Demon walks in with bout five guards carrying a mutant I am unfamiliar with. He wears however, a buckle with a X insignia, he's A X-man, oh joy of joys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His intestine is falling from his stomach however, and looks as if dead, bleeding all over my floor, .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a quick and simplistic diagnosis finding that he should have a healing factor. It should kick in once his intestine have been returned to their rightful place. I put him in a submertion tank after rapping his guts back into his abdominal aponeurosis and bandaging around his waist. As I'm running my tests Khaos began talking to me in my mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" How fares Kodiak, Sinister?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is well, Lord Khaos, however there is something interesting You should see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" He heals and becomes immune to other mutants."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How did you know that you've read his mind already? I ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" No, Sinister. I read &lt;em&gt;YOURS . &lt;/em&gt;I will bless you with my presence shortly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes my Lord. I reply. *I must be mindful of my thoughts and obey him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/khaosPOST.PNG/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/khaosPOST.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon Khaos enters into my lab, he isn't wearing his pisonic armor that is melded with a special metal that prohibits mental telepathy, Designed of course by Charles Xaiver and Magneto. With in these walls of this fortress he is protected from the outside world, most of all professor X and cerebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As he comes in I notice he is effortlessly carrying a tank weighing a couple tons, telekinetically. He places it next to to submertion tank. He then turns with out saying a word and leaves. However interestingly enough, he '*downloaded' if you will* all the information and plans I needed to know telepathically into my mind. *It spooks even I when he does that.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look to the tank, This is marvelous, The mutant cure all I'll ever need!! I shall begin with Kodiak as soon as he is finished healing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115601655366599860?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115601655366599860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115601655366599860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115601655366599860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115601655366599860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/08/science-log-eleven.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: ELEVEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115467217585784697</id><published>2006-08-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:16:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG:  TEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I must say Khaos is surly living up to his name. Sending sentinels to destroy humans and mutants taking some hostage. I being one of those mutants. I was in my base sitting back and admirering the death and destruction Khaos has created via my viewing screen. I switched over to view Xaivers mansion. All hell was breaking lose, the X-men where deep in battle. I watch the big one known as Colossus sling the Wolverine onto a sentinel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/wolverinestock-trades-122.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/wolverinestock-trades-122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Then, unfortunately my entertainment was cut short from the falling sentinel landing on my metallic camera bird, my latest spy tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear McCoy come in with a couple new prisoners the sentinels where after and had injured. He, of course planned to experiment on them. But, that damn fool led the sentinels right to our base. They came crashing in, blasting McCoy into the cavern walls. I'm not sure he survived, But that dark beast of a mutant is not to be underestimated. A sentinel grabs the mutants McCoy had in his possession and put them in its chest, then look over to me &lt;strong&gt;"TARGET: SINISTER FOUND; KHAOS COMMANDS YOUR PRESENTS! COME WITH US OR BE INCARCERATED!!"&lt;/strong&gt; the sentinel said to me. Even though I could've taken these junk piles out with no problem, I started to relize I may have a chance to get back on Khaos' good side. So I came quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115467217585784697?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115467217585784697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115467217585784697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115467217585784697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115467217585784697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/08/science-log-ten.html' title='SCIENCE LOG:  TEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115370305058127416</id><published>2006-07-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:20:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: NINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At my base at the steel mill, I had captured the dog known as ace, but McCoy and I left that stupid green haired clown clone in charge of it. Obviously the bat-man found the base and rescued the hound Which was my original plan, of bringing the Bat-man to me, but I had left just before he broke in. Oh well, with Khao's impending invasion, I have my hands full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCoy and I raid my old strong hold only to find the mad clown had ran away, I knew he was uncontrollable. We gather my supplies and set up shop in a grand cave under and in the side of a moutain, more my style anyway. McCoy and I immediately start work on a new clone. This ones mind will have to be allowed to developed and yet I will have to mold him so that he is my follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCoy is genius when it comes to growth acceleration and the clone begins to call me father after only 2 days from birthing completion. I take great pride in the similarities to the original man, even thought I decide to stop growth at that of the appearance of a man in his prime, a young clone of NATHAN 'DAYSPRING' SUMMERS. He is wise and intelligent but easily molded to my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later after his birth, I feel he's ready I give him his armor, the only armor I felt fitting. " Here you go my son, reclaim yourself once again the earth will tremble at the presence of STRYFE! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/400/stryfePOST.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A while later, after revealing to him all of the original Stryfe's past (In order to aviod him finding out at a later date and resenting me as did the first) McCoy comes running into my quarters. " Sinister you need to come see this all hell is breaking loose in New York and other cities!" I turn on my monitor only to see thousands of sentinels, some even looking like their from another universe*. But the strange thing is, it isn't mutants they're hunting, its humans! They're killing hundreds of innocent people! I am intrigued! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/400/sentinelsPOST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are the science logs of Sinister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He means they look like thier are some from different realitys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115370305058127416?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115370305058127416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115370305058127416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115370305058127416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115370305058127416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-nine.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: NINE'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115331511500430362</id><published>2006-07-19T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:17:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: EIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'An old buddy of mine that I haven't seen in a while. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my hunt for the Batman. I decided the first installment to my force would be a scientist who has brain as well as strength and battle skills. The last place he was reported to have been is at the ruins of Genosha. So I travel there. Immediately aware my presence has been dedected I ignite my palm with energetic fire green of color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Mr. Sinister." a shadow spoke out to me. " What ever brings you to Genosha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do, my dark friend. I am of need of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a mutant of your skill, you're an accomplished genetic Therapist and skilled warrior, are you interested in fronting my armada?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again from the shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Genetic Therapist' I like that, your offer sounds quite intriguing, but tell me, whats in it for me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why, but only the chance to experiment with those we capture." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Very well Mr. Sinister,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/442px-DarkBeast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you've got yourself a front man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are the science logs of Sinister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115331511500430362?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115331511500430362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115331511500430362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115331511500430362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115331511500430362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-eight.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: EIGHT'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115322196653311246</id><published>2006-07-18T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:03:13.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: SEVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I finally arrived to the mainland. I knew I had no time to rest, I must build my own army if I'm to survive the impending WAR ahead. I find this old steel mill and make it my base. I turn on the telescanner (big flat screen, you know) and see a human of outstanding potential. The Batman. to find out who this masked man is and get a blood sample of him, might be a good ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched gotham city, his city of choice, but to no avail. Some street scum told me the best way is to rob a bank or something, get him to come out into the open. I don't rob banks. My quest takes me to a prison called Arkam. Most of the insanity and scum have been put here by This Bat-Man. A certain fellow pale faced man who liked to laugh a lot and make stupid jokes, told me something of interest. You'd be better off trying to catch the dog he said. What dog. The one dressed just like old pointy ears he's smarter any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Arkam, and turned of my holoprojector that made me look like some cop guy named Gordon. (To the guards only, to the inmates I appeared as myself) Just about the time I was losing interest in the homo - sapien, I got this while ideal,,, clone the dog! Not only could he tell me who These super hero's where but, if hes abnormally smart as that clown told me he'd be of use to me, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was planning of searching out all those who were not of Earth prime dimension (Marvel Universe, my fellow true believers ) and distroying them but, Khaos, distracted me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunted down the Bat-dog using an old buddy of mine that I haven't seen in a while. (To be revealed in my next science log) He found the dog and beat him over the head, he always was a little on the insane side, "Can I experiment on him?" My knew egger servant asked. Not now, I have need of him. I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When It finally woke up, It was on my experiment table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://martianmanhunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Analysation, complete."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spoke my servant robot ."Greetings, Ace, pet of Batman!" I said. It howl and yelped. "I am Mr. Sinister. You shall soon know the true meaning of terror, as you gaze upon... I said as I jerked the cloth of my newest clone sitting in a mech tech chair. "I shall cause my own,,," I paused for a minute to turn the chair on to give the clone life "CHAOS!" I don't know if this dog understands me and my mockery of My new foe &lt;a href="http://universal-khaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Khaos&lt;/a&gt;, but I highly doubt it. Suddenly a laugh comes from the clone chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A HA HA HA HA HA Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.supload.com/free/JOKER-20060718081548.jpg/view/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting - www.supload.com" src="http://s2.supload.com/thumbs/default/JOKER-20060718081548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are the science logs of Sinister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115322196653311246?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://universal-khaos.blogspot.com/' title='SCIENCE LOG: SEVEN'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115322196653311246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115322196653311246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115322196653311246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115322196653311246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-seven.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: SEVEN'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115230189877469927</id><published>2006-07-07T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:50:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: SIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe...!! I didn't know, The entity its, its, him -err, it, I cant believe Stryfe would team up with it! I build the clone in order for Stryfe to return to Earth prime. But the entity was already here it entered my mind and posed as Stryfe, for Stryfe. I wondered why Stryfe would change his name, but now it makes sense he's planning on joining as a symbiote with it. What is more, the entity attached itself to Blackheart subconscious and thats how it escaped, but only a fraction of it. I've given it a body, it took control of it and immediately realized that I put a weakness in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That was so futile, and unnecessary. Soon We will be god-like and won't even need a body." he said as he telepathically began to crush my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/Battlechas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I once was pondering allowing you to survive 'Mister Sinister' allowing you to come with me and become a king in my new world. Now you will die!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then let go of me turned and somehow opened a portal which seemed to rip open, and as soon as he walked through it, it closed with such incredible force that it started ripping my base on this desert island I found apart. I quickly run to my computer where I activated a teleportation device I once used to escape an exploding spaceship. It was only able to drop me in the drink about a mile out to sea from my base. I turn to my island just in time to see an atomic explosion. If he opens one of those portals above a major city thousands will die, heh heh heh,,, goood! These are the science logs of Sinister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115230189877469927?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115230189877469927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115230189877469927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115230189877469927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115230189877469927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-six.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: SIX'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115222564375385346</id><published>2006-07-06T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:07:02.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: FIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/Cable_clone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/400/Cable_clone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is finally ready, the clone is rather perfect. I'm not patting myself on the back, it actually turned out better than even I expected. It is exact, and more. The clone has no mind however, I've used psionic energy to keep its mind from developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The clone has all the power of Cable, and because of using Wolverines blood it has a healing factor. (I'm just glad it didn't turn out with bone claws) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now it is completely up to Khaos. Somehow Khaos is able to contact me telepathically, but yet he is trapped in the nether realm. I don't understand it but when he was who he was before, he was one of the most powerful telepaths on earth his power may have one day rivaled Xaivers. so maybe thats how he is contacting me. Whatever the way, he will truely have the power he needs in this clone. Now there is the chance he will try to betray me so I've put a flaw in the clone just encase that happens, or if I just decide to take control of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I wait for this entity friend of Khaos to do its part and find away to open a path from the nether realm. These are the science logs of Sinister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115222564375385346?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115222564375385346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115222564375385346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115222564375385346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115222564375385346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-five.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: FIVE'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115198719771598329</id><published>2006-07-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:51:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/442px-Sinister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/442px-Sinister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, Fixit has delivered the viles of blood. Now my work begins by taking a sample of Cables blood and mixing it with a sample of Logans blood to cure the techno organic virus that limits Nathans true potential. I extract the factor x gene out of Logans blood, (we wouldn't want some of his less appealing quality's) and mix it with Cable's. I then bio-genetically engineer a clone of Cable as I once did in the past (or furture)to create the clone that would become Stryfe. The new clone baby takes seconds to fight off the techno-organic disease and then begin the age acceleration process. This may take a while. But soon, very soon, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHAOS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will have the vessel he needs to escape the nether realm! These are the science logs of Sinister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115198719771598329?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115198719771598329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115198719771598329' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115198719771598329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115198719771598329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-four.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: FOUR'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115196783231207966</id><published>2006-07-03T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:09:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/Cable_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/320/Cable_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been some time since Fixit contacted me about receiving Wolverines blood. I'm a little impatient though Because its cables d.n.a. that will allow me to get started. The X-men will be in for a surprise, as for the humans, a mass genocide is planned for them. By the time my master is done all homo-sapien life will be extinguished from this planet. He has somehow gained new power. When he contacted me telepathicly, not much was said except the fact he was powerful enough to strip Uatu the watcher of his 'dimensional timeline jumping ablity'. How that is possible I don't know, but to be able to enter Earth prime (our dimension) from the neither realm, he needs something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he can be powerful enough to overcome the watcher from the neither realm is something else I don't understand, but he did! A statement to his new power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115196783231207966?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115196783231207966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115196783231207966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115196783231207966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115196783231207966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-log-three.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: THREE'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115171985280412168</id><published>2006-06-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:10:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG: TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Excellent! Fixit has successfully gotten Logans blood, he e-mailed me with good news. But now all thats left is also most important. Nathan, its been a while. He is the key to this project being successful. Too bad his alternate persona X-man doesnt exist anymore he was the perfect specimen, with cables techno organic virus and all. However, Cables disease will cost nothing but time for me to repair. And then my master will have what he desires. Note; It is uncanny how this all worked out my creation became my master. Never the less our goal is one and the same, but I wonder if I should design a secret weakness just in case he turns on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115171985280412168?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115171985280412168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115171985280412168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115171985280412168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115171985280412168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/06/science-log-two.html' title='SCIENCE LOG: TWO'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115149041995008008</id><published>2006-06-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:26:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE LOG; ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acquiring the blood from Wolverine and Cable is taking longer than I thought. I hope my new master is patient, If he finds a new way out from the neither realm I'll be considered obsolete and he'll be quick to destroy me. I contacted the Hulk-errr...Joe fixit one man I know that could get the job done but he never called me back. I may have to get it myself, but how, without revealing myself out of hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115149041995008008?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115149041995008008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115149041995008008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115149041995008008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115149041995008008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/06/science-log-one.html' title='SCIENCE LOG; ONE'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198375.post-115115394181285242</id><published>2006-06-24T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:59:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A plot begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am A mysterious pale faced man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198375-115115394181285242?l=palefacemystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/feeds/115115394181285242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198375&amp;postID=115115394181285242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115115394181285242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198375/posts/default/115115394181285242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palefacemystery.blogspot.com/2006/06/plot-begins.html' title='A plot begins'/><author><name>palefacemann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395256713413118223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5791/3233/1600/aPalefacedMan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
