(Salute)

I'm sorry this is cutting it a bit close. I had a school function all day I was unable to get out of.

---===WIng News===---

- Whimpering Winds has been extended to probably the end of the month. Continue to send me all of your submissions, noting in the subject line what they're for. This will let me have a much easier time finding them again later. Thanks.

- Wing I website creation competition continues. I have yet to receive any submissions. I'm asking for very little, only a sample page of what the page would look like all together. Nothing set in stone, just your little idea for the page. Ends at the end of the month.

- The pet competition has ended. Well, I got many entries, and they were all pretty good, but none of them really fit me. However, over the last few days I've evolved something that I think is just great and really fits in here in Wing I. At the end of the report you'll get a little story introducing them.

- I received all the weekly reports except one this week. Remember, if you don't get them in they will remove you from your position, no matter how much I'm against it. However, if you aren't doing your job, I doubt I'll argue much. You are all my friends, but if you don't do your jobs, you don't deserve to have it. I'm quite serious about this.

---===Sov News===---

- Sov Battles of the MOnth are out. FLY THEM!

- Outrageous Fortune starts tomorrow. OUr starting point has been issued, and Frodo has sent out a list of our ships. I won't disclose anything here, because enemies are CC'ed on this report, so Nyah! I'm very excited about this guys. It will be fun.

That's about it for me.

QotW:"Oh, that's nothing. In RL, my friends conspire together to think of new ways how every problem in the world can easily be traced back to me." -Argon

Standings:
Alpha:0
Beta:closed
Gamma:0
Delta:1
Epsilon:0
Lambda:1

Now here it is, my new pet.



Mike looked around his old barracks and breathed in one last time. It was the smell of history. He looked back on those days fondly. Her remembered becoming the new commander of Lambda, and how he struggled at first. It had taken him a while to actually come into his own. He had watched as Lambda grew from the smallest squad to the largest. He had led his men to glory, and now it was time to leave. Behind him, there was a sudden clunking sound. He turned around, but saw nothing. Closing his suitcase, he glanced around his room one more time, and then left his old office forever...

In his new office, Mike laid down his suitcase down on his desk. He walked around, surveying the room. SUddenly, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. It was his suitcase. Something was in there. Slowly, he made his way over to the suitcase. Putting his two hands on the bag, he opened it quickly, ready to teach whatever was in there a lesson. Out lept three small socks. The room was filled with a strong odor, and Mike had to keep from vomiting.
"Not Free's socks! How'd they get here?" Mike pulled out his lighter, ready to torch the invaders. But then Mike had an idea. He picked up the socks, stuffed them in a small bag, and left for the closest reactor.

Mike laughed meniacly as the reactor beeped wildly. Inside, the three socks rolled about as if they were in a huge nuclear washing machine. "Ah, three hours. That should be enough." Mike opened the door and the three socks jumped out. Mike watched as they sat there, apparently in much pain. Then he saw, to his horror and enjoyment, that a change took place.

First, they began to grow. Within minutes they had grown to about 8 feet tall each. NUbs on their side also began to grow. Soon they had turned into large appendages. Mike also began to notice a slight moan. Apparently the socks now understood a rudimentary form of English. However, since they had not grown a mouth, it all came out the same, as a strange string of moans. Excellent, Mike thought. He now had three socks that had been blasted with radiation, completly devoted to their master, Mike. Mike also noticed that each of them had begun to mutate differently. For now, they were all the same. However, Mike knew over time they would each become their own individual 8 foot tall killer sock. He smirked. He thought it was about time to introduce his new pets to the wing...


WC/LC Mike/Wing I/SSSD Sovereign
SS/PCx2/ISMx2/MoI/IS-1BW/MoC-2BoC/CoL/CoB/LoA/OV-4E [FUSL]
{IWATS-AIM-CBX-ICQ-M/1/2-RT-SM/2/3-TT}
LAMBDA Horseman

NOV Mike (Krath)/TYR/Acclivis Draco of Scholae Palatinae