Here is a titbit of my upcoming fanfic, SpyOrama 9.

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The Robot Mafia wants to take control of Earth. However, rather than do the whole super villain thing, they've decided to do it the legal way. Election 3000 is right around the corner and it seems Ironfinger and Jinx have similar plans. Ironfinger has another trick of his metal sleeve, from the events of From SCAM With Hate. Also, features the debut of President Nixon and learn just how Nixon was president to begin with.

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Fry wandered through the large glass double doors at the entrance to the hospital. Even though last night had been his second night away from Leela it hadn’t been much easier than the first. This time she had allowed him to stick around until almost ten o’clock before sending him on his way. He had obediently gone home and spent half the night wandering around his apartment like a lost puppy. Bender had found this amusing at first, until Fry’s nocturnal prowling had interfered with his sleep mode. He had finally had to threaten Fry’s prized holophoner to get him to retreat to his room for the night. At least the nightmares hadn’t been as bad. He’d only had three this time. And it hadn’t taken him nearly as long to console himself afterwards. He was quite proud of himself for that. But it was a victory he would have to keep to himself. Leela wasn’t even aware that he had been having nightmares and he didn’t want to make her feel even guiltier than she already did. He exited the elevator on the fourth floor and rounded the corner. He walked down the hall to her room and opened the door. She wasn’t there. Fry froze. It didn’t make sense. The bed had been made, the IV stand was missing and the heart monitor was turned off the wires wrapped neatly and placed up on hooks at the side of the machine. Beginning to panic Fry scanned the rest of the room. All of Leela’s personal affects were still piled on a chair. As was his jacket, folded neatly and placed on the end table. But she was nowhere to be found. Fry ripped Amy’s phone out of his pocket and scanned the recent entries. There were no missed calls listed. If something had happened they should have called him. So where the hell was she? Racing terrified out of her room he flung himself at the nurses station. “Where is she?!” He demanded of the first nurse he saw. The nurse looked up at him amused. Wordlessly he pointed to his left. Fry turned to look, and there she was. Safe and whole and obviously fresh from a shower. She was wrapped in a white terrycloth robe with Bellevue stamped on the front pocket. Her hair hung loose at her waist, the dampness accentuating it’s length. She made her way down the hallway dragging her IV stand behind her as she hummed contentedly to herself. It was clear she hadn’t noticed him yet. Which was good for Fry, allowing him a few seconds to regain his composure as well as his dignity. Or at least some of his dignity. “Someone is totally whipped.” the nurse snickered. “Shut up.” Fry shot back. When Leela finally spotted him she smiled happily and altered her course in his direction. His impulse was to run to her but he stamped it down and walked over nonchalantly. “You’re in an awfully good mood today.” Fry observed once he reached her. “I’m going home today.” She explained cheerfully. Fry’s eyes widened. “You are? That’s great! When did your doctor decide that?” “Oh he doesn’t know about it yet.” She answered as she walked into her room leaving Fry standing bewildered in the hallway. “What do you mean ‘he doesn’t know yet’?” “They can’t hold me here against my will. So if I want to leave he has no choice but to let me go.” She grabbed her brush from the chair, sat down on the edge of her bed and began brushing the tangles out of her hair. “But Leela,” Fry stepped into her room, allowing the door to close behind him. “you’re still under observation. They want to keep you here so they know you’re safe.” “You were with me all day yesterday, you saw for yourself, I’m fine.” She tossed a section of brushed hair over her shoulder and started in on the other side. “I don’t like this Leela, you should stay here.” “How come it’s ok for you to sign yourself out A.M.A but not me?” She shot back. Fry looked startled. “Amy told me what you did. You signed yourself out not even an hour after major surgery. I gave them two whole days.” “That…that was different.” Leela walked back over to the chair, set down her brush and began rummaging for her scrunchie. “How?” Fry struggled for an explanation. “You were hurt, and I needed to get to you. Your hair looks good like that, leave it down. And I never actually left the hospital, I just moved floors.” Leela abandoned her scrunchie search and sat back down on the bed. “I’m fine. And I’m leaving. That’s final.” She reached across the bed and hit the call button on her bedside table. “But Leela-” “Look Fry, all I do here is lie in bed and stare at the wall. I can accomplish that just as well on my parents couch.” Fry was horrified. “You’re going to the sewers?! But your immune systems all depressed!” “Supressed.” “The point is it’s not working right!” “You obviously haven’t seen my mothers cleaning cabinet. She has enough chemicals to disinfect a small third world country. The villagers keep their city clean. As long as I don’t go swimming in the sewage lake, which believe me I don’t intend to, I’ll be fine.” At that point the door opened and Dr. Marsters walked in. “Is something wrong?” “Yes!” Fry exclaimed. “Help me talk some sense into her!” Leela rolled her eye. “I want to leave. So bring me whatever paperwork I need to get out of here today.” The doctor frowned. “I really wouldn’t recommend that.” “I know. That’s why they call it signing out Against Medical Advise.” “But you’re still on antibiotics…” “You have them in pill form correct?” “Well, yes but-” “Just write me a prescription then.” “What about her Z-cells?” Fry asked. “Her T-cell count you mean? It’s still low…” “But you told me this morning that it’s higher than yesterdays count, which means I am improving.” Leela insisted. “I admit I can’t hold you here against your will, but you are putting yourself at great risk if you leave this hospital before being cleared.” “I understand the risks.” Leela stated. “But I’m willing to take them.” Fry looked helplessly up at Dr Marsters. But there was nothing the doctor could do. He sighed. “Alright, I’ll get the paperwork.”

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Originally posted by Allen:
As for me, personal problems demanded I take time off from fic writing. The next chapter of TFZ will be out before next year hopefully.

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SpyOrama 9 Mission Title: The Bot With The Golden Chip Spy Tip #3: Suicide Pills now come three flavors: Cherry, Watermelon or Blueberry (This story takes place after “You Should Have Snoo-Snoo Only Once”.) (Opening Scene. A Black n White 1940's type news reel plays. An old fashion plane flies around a group of galaxies.) Narrator: This week in the universe; Representatives from many planets attend DOOP Headquarters on Earth in New Jersey for a summit headed by the Head of DOOP. One of the topics discussed will be the recent Freedom Missions Earth is conducted in the past year. Also, with this upcoming election for the presidency of Earth, many show strong support against current president, Richard Nixon’s head. (Reel Ends and we cut to a scene is resembles the Senate in Star Wars. There are sky-boxes for seemly every alien in the universe. Glab, the Head of DOOP is at the center of this stadium-like room.) Glab: Ladies and gentleman and Smismars, I am glad that you all have attended this summit. Before we conduct business, I have an announcement. (Reads from a card.) Would the owner of a death pyramid star-ship please move your vehicle. It is parked in a handicapped space. (We then see in one of the sky-boxes a Zarahordian, sort of dressed like the Viceroy from Star Wars. Next to him is a Zarahordian bodyguard, who’s playing a video game.) Representative: (Elbow’s guard.) You idiot, move the star-ship, before we get a ticket. Guard: Alright. (Gets up and leaves, but comes back.) I need the keys. (Zarahordian throws him the keys and the guard is off.) Representative: Just don’t switch my favorite radio station. Glab: Well since we’ve solved that problem, let’s let the Rep. of the Zarahordian planet speak. ROZ: Thank you, as you know, our government demands President Nixon to release the prisoners your government arrested after your so-called Freedom Mission on Desolation 13. Glab: I’m sorry, but your planet conspired to the attempted invasion of Earth and therefore, Earth’s mission was just caused. ROZ: This is an outrage. Glab: I’m sorry, that you are mad about this. ROZ: No, I just realized you people only provide a lousy pitcher of tap water. (Holds it up.) You all can’t spring material water? Glab: Moving on, the Representative of the Octuran planet has the floor. (We see a sky box hover close to Glab’s podium. It is the Representation of the Octurana planet.) Octuran: Our government demands that President Nixon releases his latest prisoner, Sensei Phnog. As you know Earth forces forced themselves to Phnog’s Training Camp on Mars. Our government and Mars’s government have gotten along before this, but we are outraged that the Mars’s government would allow the Earth government to capture one of our planet’s famous people. Glab: Well, it seems that we have many arguments towards the president of Earth. It just so happens we have one of the President’s Aides here. (Standing right behind her is Chaz, the President’s Aide.) Chaz: Let me assure you all that President Nixon sympathizes with all of your complaints and wishes that you get over it. (Walks away.) Glab: Well, I guess this summit is over. (Leaves and many representatives are angry.) (Next Scene. Outside the room, we see many Reps angry and as they leave. Joey Mousepad walks up to each of them and whispers something. Later at a warehouse, we see a Representatives from the Zarahordian planet, Octuran planet, Trisol planet and Chapek 9.) Rep. Of Chapek: (Robot) So, where is this anti-Nixon meeting? Rep. Of Trisol: (Body of Water alien) I hope they hurry, I got to get home and lose some of this excessive liquid. (Touches his watery stomach. Just then a voice speaks.) Voice: I’m glad you all decided to join us. (Everyone looks in the direction where the voice came from and it was the Donbot , he has with him Clamps and Joey Mousepad.) ROO: Who are you? Donbot: We are the Robot Mafia. I’m the Donbot, and you’ve all met the muscle, Joey Mousepad. And over here is Clamps, he’s a crazy one. ROZ: He doesn’t look that crazy. (Clamps runs up to him and gives him a close view of his clamps.) Clamps: Would you like to say that again? (Clamps his hands, and the ROZ just shivers and says no. Clamps pulls back.) Donbot: Easy Clamps. Now then, as you know you all seem to have something in common. Your planets all have suffered from the Earth government, courtesy of the President. (Reps all agree.) Now, what do you suppose we do about it? Rep. Of Zarahordian Planet: Make him wear last year’s fashion? Rep. Of Octuran Planet: Kick his ass? Rep. Of Trisol: Drink him up? Rep. Of Chapek 9: Kill him? Donbot: I like the fourth option, but it is too extreme. No, I was thinking that we strip him of his power. ROO: You mean boot him out of office? Donbot: Exactly. ROZ: How? Doesn’t your government allow the people to chose who leads and he runs for a certain amount of time? Donbot: Yes, but the government can step in and boot him out of office. ROT: You mean recall him? Donbot: That was an idea, but since this is an election year, I have a better plan. ROO: You mean get someone to run for office? Donbot: Exactly, and all we ask for return is that each of your planets align with us after our candidate is elected. ROO: Before I agree, I must know who are you going to choose to be your candidate? The election is just next month and Nixon is ahead at the polls, anyway. Donbot: We’ve managed to think of someone who will change the tide. Someone that will make people for him solely for who he is and not even care about the issues. We just need to convince to run. ROT: But, what if he refuses? Donbot: oh don’t worry, we have our ways. (Next Scene. Ironfinger’s home and Jinx has stop by with Scruffy. Ironfinger is busy watching TV.) Jinx: Okay Ironfinger, what did you call me for? Ironfinger: Silence! I’m watching TV. (On the TV it is “All My Circuits”. A scene where Calculon walks into the bedroom and sees his half brother the Boxbot with a gun.) Calculon: Oh my... (Boxbot beeps a few times.) Oh yes, I love Monique, but she left you for me. Go ahead and kill me, she’ll still love me. Narrator: “All My Circuits”, will return after these messages. Ironfinger: Now Jinx, I called for you for something big. As you know, the election of the Presidency of Earth is coming, and I have an idea. Jinx: What? Ironfinger: We are going to kidnap the president and implant him with this. (Holds up a golden computer chip.) Jinx: What is that? Ironfinger: It is a computer chip, designed make people be obedient to whomever controls the chip. It was one of things that Scruffy stole from Wernstrum’s lab. Scruffy: Scruffy? Ironfinger: Oh that was an old Scruffy, two Scruffys ago. Now, once we put this chip in the President Nixon’s head, I’ll have complete control over him. (Laughs evilly.) Jinx: Good plan genius, except for a few things; one he may not be president after the election, and also he’s isn’t a robot. That chip only works on robots. Ironfinger: I can work on humans. Jinx: Sna-Nuh Ironfinger: Don’t contradict me. Now then, I will implant this chip in the President’s Head and I’ll rule the Earth and noone can stop me. (Door smashes open and the Robot Mafia enters.) Donbot: Ironfinger, I presume. Ironfinger: (Gasps) Oh God, the Robot Mafia. Jinx! Scruffy! (Both jump in front of Ironfinger and are ready for a fight.) Clamps: Calm down, we aren’t here to clamp you, today. Ironfinger: So, if you aren’t here to plug me, and then unplug me, then what do want with me? Donbot: That golden chip in you hand. (Ironfinger tries to hide the golden chip.) Ironfinger: Golden chip? What golden chip? (Donbot just walks up to him and takes it.) Donbot: (Holding the chip.) This one. Jinx: How did you know he had it? Donbot: We’ve been monitoring your house for quite some time. Anyway, we’ve been thinking and we’ve decided to offer you a chance of immunity from us. Ironfinger: Immunity? What kind of immunity? Clamps: Help us with our plan, and we promise to not clamp you. Ironfinger: I’ll take it. Jinx: What?! Ironfinger: So, what do you want with my chip? Donbot: We plan to put it in the head of the next president of the Earth. Ironfinger: No fair, it was my idea to put that chip in the head of Nixon. Donbot: We ain’t putting it in Nixon’s head. We are putting in a Robot Candidate. Ironfinger: Who? Me? Me, Earth President? With that title, I could rule the world. (Laughs.) Jinx: Please, you Earth President? You think anyone would vote for you, after all the things you’ve done? Donbot: We ain’t putting the chip in your head, either. We are putting it in the head of the biggest robot star on, Earth. Ironfinger: Stephen Hawking’s Head? Donbot: Bigger. TV Narrator: And now back to “All My Circuit”. (Ironfinger just merely smiles with an evil grin. Next Scene. PE HQ. Fry is watching, “All Mr Circuits” and is really into the episode.) Fry: Watch out, Calculon! (Leela enters.) Leela: Fry, turn off the TV, we have to meet the Professor and Agent C. (She turns off TV and Fry’s disappointed.) Fry: Man, I was about to find out, if Calculon defeated his evil half brother. (Cut to them in the conference room and Hermes and the Professor are there.) Hermes: Welcome, Agents 014 and 1BDI. We have a new assignment for you. Fry: What is it? Professor: Starting this Monday, you’ll be guarding the president of Earth. Fry: The President of Earth? Leela: Doesn’t he have the Secret Service to do that for him? We are secret agents. Hermes: Yes, but every election, security needs to be bumped up and the Secret Service is always under staffed. Professor: Their line of work is very dangerous. Hermes: Who knows what foreign or domestic threat can befall on President Richard Nixon? Fry: Richard Nixon? Wait, he is president of the World? Leela: Absolutely. Fry: But wait, wasn’t he president two consecutive times? I learned that from reading a kid’s food tray, once. Leela: Yes, but the constitution clearly states that nobody can run for president more than twice. However, since he’s just a head, he has no body and therefore the constitution doesn’t apply to him. Professor: Yes and since 2984, he’s served as the leader of the free and powerful world. Hermes: Anyway, moving on, you two will have to help guard the president until after the election. Leela: We’ll do our best. Hermes: And oh take Zoidberg. Leela and Fry: What?! (Cut to them in the Professor’s lab. The Professor has some new gadgets.) Professor: Now, before you meet the president, you’ll need these. (Hands them two Golden Lasers.) Fry: Neat, golden lasers. Are they solid gold? Professor: oh course not, they are just ordinary lasers, spray painted to look more presidential. Which reminds me, you might want to take these spray cans in case the paint fades. (Hands them two spray cans of gold paint.) So, luck on Monday. Fry: So, there is an election coming up? Leela: Yeah, are you registered to vote? Fry: No. Leela: Why aren’t you? You must register so you can vote. Fry: I’ve never voted for anything in my life. Like that ever made a difference. Leela: That is pure 20th century attitude. Fry, things are different now. Fry: Hmm, well in that case, I’ll register to vote. Leela: Luckily, we have registration forms here. (Hands Fry one. Next Scene. In Hollywood, Calculon is heading to his dressing room and he’s trying to avoid the reporters.) Reporter: Excuse me, Calculon. I’m from the LA Hologram Times and I want to ask you, how does it feel to be the most successful robot actor on earth? Calculon: Well it takes a big robot to full that role, and I’m the only one for the job. (Heads down the hall as a force field prevents the reporters from following him. A few get shocked from standing too close to the force field. Calculon walks into his dressing room where he meets Jinx.) Calculon: Who are you? Jinx: I am, Meget Laid, and I’m your new buffer. Please lay on the table and I’ll buff and polish you. Calculon: Okay. (Lies on the table and Calculon has his eyes off. Jinx has a buffer, but puts it down to view the back of Calculon’s head. She uses a screwdriver to jimmy open a small door in the back of Calculon’s head and she sees many circuits in Calculon’s head. She then takes out of her pocket the golden chip and she places it in the Calculon’s head. Some reprogramming is happening. Then the Robot Mafia and Ironfinger enter.) Donbot: Good work, Ironfinger. Your femme fatale is good. Jinx: You have no idea. (Uses the all purpose spray can and sprays her spy suit back. Calculon opens up.) Calculon: Hey, what are you all doing here? Donbot: Nic Nacs Calculon: Excuse me? Donbot: I’m sorry, I thought you’d like some Nic Nacs. Calculon: What the hell are...? Donbot: ...Nic Nacs? (Calculon has an hypnotic expression on his face.) Good, now he’s under our power. Calculon, you remember us? We are the Robot Mafia, your friends and this is Ironfinger and his femme fatale, Jinx. Calculon: (Answers very naturally, but in an emotionless manner.) Please to meet you all. Ironfinger: How did you do that? Donbot: We managed to get a few of Dr. Wernstrum’s old instructions. And from we’ve read, the Golden Chip is voice activated and turns on once a certain phrase is repeated three times. Jinx: And the phrase is Nic Nacs? Donbot: They were like Tic Tacs, but with more pork. They were pulled off the shelves because it caused high cholesterol. Hardly anyone says that phrase, now. Now then, Calculon. Calculon: Yes. Donbot: Let me axe you a question, how does the President of Earth sound? Calculon: President of Earth? I’m a big Hollywood actor, what do I know about politics? Donbot: It doesn’t matter, people already like you. As long as you maintain your image, you’ll get in that office. Voters care only about image, because they are afraid to deal with the issues. You should run for president. Calculon: Well in that case, I’m interested. Donbot: Good, and oh one thing, please don’t let everyone know that the Robot Mafia is helping you, we want you to get all the attention. Calculon: Why, certainly. Donbot: At last. Joey, call all those foreign representatives and tell them we’ve found our candidate. Jinx: Excuse me, but we have a problem. The election is in a month and the nominees have already been selected. The only way for someone new to be put on the ballot is to have a petition signed by many voters. Donbot: Don’t worry, red. We’ve got that taken care of. (Next Scene. A hover limo drives up to a random person and the door opens and Joey grabs the guy and pulls him into the limo.) Guy: Hey, what’s going on? Ironfinger: Shut up! (Slaps him.) Donbot: You, shut up. (Slaps Ironfinger and Jinx smiles. Donbot then offers the guy a pen and clipboard with a piece of paper on it.) Now then sir, are you a registered voter? Guy: Why yes, I am. Donbot: Then be so kind as to sign that petition. Guy: What is it for? Donbot: It doesn’t matter. Guy: I’m sorry, but I do not to sign anything without reading it. I did that once and I lost my wife, kids and my Mercedes. Clamps: How would you like to lose something else? (Shows the guy his clamps.) Guy: (Scared) No, thanks. (Signs the paper without question. The Robot Mafia throws the guy out of the limo and it drives anyway. Cut to random scenes of the Robot Mafia going around NNY and picking up people and threatening them to sign the petition. Every person signs that petition. Then we cut to Fry exiting a store with a bag of junk food and he gets nabbed by the limo.) Fry: Hey, what’s going on? Donbot: Just sign this and you can go. Fry: Okay. (Just signs it.) Donbot: Hey, I like this guy, we didn’t have to threaten him. (Fry then gets thrown out. The limo hovers away.) Fry: What was that about? (Cut to inside the limo.) Ironfinger: Donbot, that was Agent 014. He has foiled my plans to take over the Earth dozens of times. You should’ve clamped him. Donbot: Relax, not even he can stop us from getting Calculon into office. Joey, call Sammy, “The Mechanical Bull”, Gravano and tell him to fax this to Washington and make sure it can’t be traced back to us. Joey: No problem, Don.

Please let me know what you all think.

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Originally posted by Venus:
Hey Kif, what's going on with that one fic you had started writing? 'A Past with No Future' It started out really well and then dissapeared.

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Funny you should ask, I've been slowly writing it. Mostly slow because of classwork that I'm still catching up on after being sick for two weeks, plus an essay and major test coming up. In either case, I'm hoping to have the first chapter properly released sometime in the next week or two. The only reason I've been reluctant is due to working out some complicated continuity issues. I want to make sure everything is air-tight, and thankfully, just writing Chapter 2 has been clearing up most issues

Well you see I was doing my work today in a semi catatonic state (due to the fact I have to get up at stupid o'clock in the morning. I mean I forgot there was two 5 o'clocks in one day) and I was letting my mind wonder into odd thoughts and sudenly I got an idea that I thought.

"Hey I could make that into a fanfic"

Yes after an extended leave I finally got an idea that I thought could work well in a fic. Not to mention that I looked back at my old works and saw alot of things that did not work.

Now it may take me a while but I'll try to get a teaser ready as soon as possible.

Until then I will give you the working title of the fic.

"Dreams of Futures Past"

Well now, thanks to TLZ you can read the whole story once again. Thank you, TLZ.

http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/lost_parents.shtml
thats a better one

http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/whole_story.shtml
this one bad, it used to have more content in it. it had fry going in alone. then i thought it would be better with both of em in there
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Fry answers the door. A guy dressed in a spotted suit is at the door. Guy 1: Is your name Phillip J. Fry? Fry: Last time I checked it was! Guy 1: Congratulations! You have just won the Admiral Crunch Sweepstakes! Fry: All right! My first cereal box contest that I won! Whoo! Guy 1: You get to name your prize, any prize you want! Fry: There's this cyclops girl I work with. Her name is Turanga Leela. And I want my prize to be a date with her! Another man in a spotted suit appears and leads Fry to a spaceship! Guy 2: A date with Leela it is! We'll take you right to her! Fry is lead into the spaceship. Then the spaceship flies into space. Fry: Uhhhh, Leela is on Earth at the Planet Express! Go back! Both men in the spotted suits revealed themselves to be Grim Reapers Grim Reaper 1: HA! HA! HA! You fool! We knew you were gullible enough to fall for that! Fry: What are you going to do to me? Grim Reaper 2: We all take you back to our planet, GrimReap 55 where you will be our prisioner either forever, or until you decide to marry our queen! Both Grim Reapers laugh evilly! Fry (screaming): NOOOOO!!!!!!!! Bender (walking down the street witnessing what he saw): Oops! Better get outta here! Don't want to be a material witness! Leela (sees Bender): Bender? Where's Fry?

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Originally posted by the guy who wrote that really long fic:
The first part of my new fic, A Past With No Future, will be up at TLZ soon. It's been written for a while, but I needed to sort out some things before releasing it, most of which have been covered now upon writing the second part. Hope you all enjoy it

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Looking forward to it.

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Orginally posted by Venus:
ZED! Any updates on your fic? The general consensus is that it's awesome beyond words.

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Yes, I've been waiting anxiously for those one too. Hopefully Zed didn't die By the way, how's the fic coming along, venus?

more shipper fics please

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Originally posted by Futurama_Hil:
more shipper fics please

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Originally posted by Xerxes:
@fryfanSpyOrama: Michelle Strikes Back... sounds familiar. I think I have read it already. Isn't it at CGEF as well?

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Yes, but this is a new version of that story. Just like what they did with the old Star Wars Trilogy. I've managed to redo some mistakes and it is only available at TLZ.

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Originally posted by Futurama_Hil:
Looking forward to it

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It was already released about a month ago. The second part is due soon though.