Saturday, December 31, 2005

Death Becomes Her

So. I've applied for a new job. As Apocalypse's Horseman of Death. I really hope I get this. I would love it. It would give me the chance to get rid of every single one of you forever. Especially that tart Emma, and my husband Scott.

Anyhoo, I've been watching the Amazing Mutant Race II, and I'm cheering for... no one. Okay, maybe Captain Picard, as he throws a nice Christmas party, or Master Yoda, cause I like frogs.

I really don't have much to say other than I hope you all have a plesant New Year. If any of you make it that far.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Pop Goes the Jubilee

I regret to inform you that Miss Jubilation Lee is in the Med Bay here on Muir Island. She kept skating around, and eventually tripped over some cords in one of the workshops. She became entagled, and her plasma blasts did not help.

I just could not understand why she would not stop blowing things up. It's a mystery to me.

Anyhow, I was utterly bored without a puppet-er I mean friend to play with. So I decided I would help out Emma. I flew to wherever it was Scott had taken her.

So here I sit, in a nearby hotel on a computer in the lobby. Soon I will strike and free my nemesis from my husband and all shall be well.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Hellfire & Brimstone

Here I am. Once again. I recently fled from the Hellfire Club after realizing what was going on. Not without nearly destroying them all first. Out of love for Scott, I left Emma Frost in tact. Although Selene and Shaw escaped, I did manage to completely obliterate Pierce, Leland and Mastermind. They never saw it coming. After I walked through the front door of the now destroyed Club, I headed to the nearest Old Navy to get some proper clothing. Affordable and nice looking. Although, I didn't really pay for it.

After my spree there, I headed to the Mansion. Everyone had just opened presents and the students were practically hanging off of the ceiling, playing with their toys and gadgets. I made my way to the hangar and hopped into the mini-jet, preparing to take off, when someone hopped in. It was Jubilee.

"Can I help you Miss Lee?" I asked calmly, buckling myself in.

"Where'ya goin' Miss Grey?" she asked, popping her gum.

"Away. Now, would you please, get out." I asked her, trying not to rip her into a million, screaming, traumatized atoms.

"Away where?"

Boy. She was persistent. I think ever since she was crucified on the lawn, she doesn't want to be alone.

"I'm going to Muir Island." I lied. She settled in and buckled up. She wasn't going to let me go without her. So here we are, on Muir Island. I don't know how much more I can take.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

All hail the Black Queen

Ah, the joys of destruction. After the premiere, where I noticed that not only did Scott bring me. He also brought Emma, and if I'm not mistaken Madelyne Pryor was with him. The fool! After the three of us knocled him out, I grabbed him by the collar and flew into the air with him, dangling him over the cold waters of a nearby lake. No one would find him there. For awhile anyways. That was until he began apologizing. Damn him. I got closer to the ground and dumped him behind a Wendy's, not before beating him senselessly though.

I went for a little flight. I ended up in this posh looking mansion on the North side of the city. It seemed to be familiar, yet it was calling out to me. So I landed on the balcony. I was greeted by several servants, hailing me as their queen. I think I could get used to this.

Thursday, December 15, 2005


So, after a couple of mishaps, I think I finally got everyone back to the right universe. I'll have to investigate the White Hot Room and the Phoenix Corps later.

As I walked through the kitchen, I realized that we were out of paper towels. That's when I lost it. I began to smash all the dishes and the cabinets they were in.

Let's see how they like it when there is nothing in the kitchen. Such wasteful people. I immeadiately looked over to the fridge, imploding it with my mind and leaving it a runny lump on the floor. As I finished destroying the kitchen, I looked around, spotting the paper towels on the table.

"Damn." I muttered to myself, and silently walked up to my room. I decided to continue my streak by exploding a few things along the way to my room, such as Emma's mirror and a few flower vases along the hallway.

Sorry Charles.

Monday, December 12, 2005


As I sat in the Starbucks, a large wall ov TV's came on. The pictues were all a bit fuzzy and white-washed, yet clear. The events that unfolded before me on one of the screens was exactly what Professor Xavier has been describing. And now I know that it is really happening to them.

So I decided to try something. I put my hand into the screen and picked up the lifeless metal body of Colossus. It's head was missing, but it would do. I reshaped it in my image and possessed it. It was quite a weird experience, and I don't know why I didn't just come back to life in a fiery blaze, but this would do just as well.

I made my way towards all teh explosions and watched, biding my time.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

White Hot

So I awoke this morning in the White Hot Room. Luckily for me, they have a Starbucks with an internet connection, otherwise I wouldn't be able to type this.

It's very calming being in the White Hot Room, I feel very pampered. They have this lovely Brit-pop music playing in the background as and endless number of other Phoenixes walk around as if this is where they lived. Professor, you should see it. Especially the heart of it. It's a very lovely shade of red.

After awhile of walking around, and being referred to as "White Phoenix of the Crown", I decided to investigate my arrival here. Did I die? I'm not quite sure, but I intend on finding out.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn

As I wandered about the Mansion, I had the strangest run-in with a certain Cajun. Mr. LeBeau snuck up on me, and knocked me over the head with a candle stick. It worked, as the next thing I knew, I awoke in his room, once again strapped to a bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, and he muttered something quickly in French. I struggled to get free, but he'd really tied me good. "Remy Etienne LeBeau. You answer me this instant." I commanded, he turned to look at me, a devious smirk on his face.

"Ah'm gon' use yah tah show ev'ryone Ah'm not gay." he said, or something to that affect. I am terrible at typing his accent. I could do nothing but laugh. And laugh. And laugh. He glared at me, and began to cry.

That's when I felt bad. "Untie me Remy." I told him, and he did. I sat him on the bed and placed a hand lovingly on his shoulder.

"If you ever try something like that again, I will personally rid the world of your presence." I told him. He suddenly paled, and passed out. So for right now, he's in his closet under a pile of trenchcoats and once I am done with this post, I will be on my way to anywhere.

Thursday, December 01, 2005


So. I awoke this morning with the worst headache. Oh. And I was strapped to the bed. I tried to telekinetically undo the straps, but to no avail. Apparently Leech was still around. So, after almost an hour of struggling, I got free. Upon exiting my room, I saw the little bugger negating my powers. When no one was looking, I knocked him out and hid him in the hall closet underneath some linens.

I then began probing for reasons why I was tied to the bed. I found Scott first. Pathetic Scott. Apparently I lost control of the Phoenix after he remarked on my hips. Idiot. So, my plans to kill were once more foiled. I should really work on my timing. Or just rid myself of him in secret. It's not like anyone would care. Except Emma. But I don't care about her much either. After all, she did steal my husband. Skank.

So for now, I will try to remain calm and not kill everyone. I really am sorry to everyone. Sort of. Maybe. Yeah.

Oh yeah. I also found out that I fried Logan, and he lived. I can't do anything! Why won't he die?! One day, I will get rid of him. I promise. Until then I'll just use him to make Scott mad.