<?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-2797603022773982573</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:44:02.988-08:00</updated><category term='Blogarian System'/><category term='Finilian System'/><category term='Beta-Crasyl System'/><category term='Gamma-Crasyl System'/><category term='Elinary System'/><category term='Arctic System'/><category term='Bloggy System'/><category term='Permissian System'/><category term='Alpha-Crasyl System'/><category term='Comets'/><category term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>CraziBe</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for pure sci-fi tales.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-6270703884161598443</id><published>2007-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:45:22.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CraziBe Post</title><content type='html'>The story at CraziBe has concluded. For now, I haven't thought of another use for it - since it's mainly dominated by this story, I don't think something else would be appropriate. Until I find something else that I can do with CraziBe, it shall stay inactive from now on. In the meantime, my other blogs (&lt;a href="http://freiddy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freiddie's Blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://scilearn.blogspot.com/"&gt;SciLearn&lt;/a&gt;) shall remain active. Thank you for your reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-6270703884161598443?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6270703884161598443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=6270703884161598443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6270703884161598443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6270703884161598443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazibe-post.html' title='CraziBe Post'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-6345242098179916675</id><published>2007-07-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:20:25.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Finil</title><content type='html'>Finil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graceful star rests at a spacious position neighboring Bloggy System. Surrounded by many planets, Finil is only second in reverence Bloggon, the star of Bloggy System. The star shines its finilight on every planet around it, creating a beautiful slow dance of the celestial objects on the night sky of Bloggy I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Day Forty, Kloreth," says Bees in a dim tone.&lt;br /&gt;"Guess so. Now it's back to Bloggy I for us," says Klore. She sighs.&lt;br /&gt;"I do hope Jinnet is OK at school."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had a good enough excuse for leaving Bloggy I."&lt;br /&gt;"Let me check on them."&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus &amp; Initus." He then calls Quetrochylia, "Hi, this is commander Tarein. Are the prisoners, Elitus &amp;amp; Initus, safely transported to Columino?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Anything else?" says the general.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally. Jennet!" cries Bees with joy.&lt;br /&gt;"Beschell, the galactic hero," says Jennet.&lt;br /&gt;"You can turn off the morpher device now."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presses a button on the device and returns to his original appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Jennet, for everything."&lt;br /&gt;"That's OK - you saved the galaxy."&lt;br /&gt;"With help from Kloreth too."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jennet!" greets Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, things are not so well at school right now - the bad news - so..."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine with me, I'll soon take care of everything and my reputation will be restored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Bee's quantaphone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have some disappointing news." says Captain Pultruence on Perinian-0&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus escaped, along with Initus. I thought they were transported to Columino, not Ultimaus."&lt;br /&gt;"They were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to, unless someone missed an order&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bees sighs. "Elitus probably hid some of his antimatter in a minuscule hovertube. That enabled him to rip a hole in the sheath of Ultimaus. For now, just put him on the wanted list. I don't think he's a threat right now."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope so. In the meantime, we'll find him, and you can have a rest after this exhausting adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hangs the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"He escaped." replies Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Someday, we'll catch him."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see what's going to happen next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggon sets in the eastern skies of Bloggy. Beschell, Kloreth &amp; Jinnet observe blogset as the sky darkens to a blend of blue &amp;amp; green. Somehow, they only just realized that they have saved the galaxy from a potential future of torment &amp;amp; tyranny. Then they saw Ervy-35 crossing the night sky in a smooth and normal flow of light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-6345242098179916675?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6345242098179916675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=6345242098179916675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6345242098179916675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6345242098179916675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/finil.html' title='Finil'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-6620460023596569971</id><published>2007-07-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:15:34.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Permissian System'/><title type='text'>Ultimaus</title><content type='html'>Ultimaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secretive planet, Ultimaus, resides the most dangerous of criminals. This is the galactic prison, managed by Perinian-zeroists, that hosts those who are highly capable of escaping the typical containments. The planet is covered by a sheath that prevents most, if not, many types of escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's in there?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's talk when we get back to Quetrochylia," commands Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus &amp;amp; Initus are apprehended as you requested, commander Tarein," says a general.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Transport them to the most secure prison of all, Columino. As for..." says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Xyleo?"&lt;br /&gt;Bees nods, and continues "It'll be fine."&lt;br /&gt;"Bees? That thing you were going to tell me?" says Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Right. The blue package in Elitus' ship was some 'exotic matter' extracted from Columino, while the one I told you to drop was a box of antimatter."&lt;br /&gt;"So? How does that solve the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;"The 'exotic matter' has an affinity for antimatter when superheated, so the stars tug each other together and collide. In fact, a tiny spoon of it is enough to cause Quetrochylia to collide with Xyleo. So I just use a whole box of it for Xyleo and a small package antimatter for Choreo."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that how Elitus has been colliding planets?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. I only just found out by investigating his device on Bloggy IV."&lt;br /&gt;"How come no-one else knows this mechanism?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's the only one to successfully extract 'exotic matter' without falling into a black hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, they see Xyleo colliding with Choreo in a brief explosion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-6620460023596569971?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6620460023596569971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=6620460023596569971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6620460023596569971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6620460023596569971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/ultimaus.html' title='Ultimaus'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-9190556191427813730</id><published>2007-07-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:48:04.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>Deploreo</title><content type='html'>Deploreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deploreo has never been seen - not because it's a black hole, but because it is not an ordinary star. It is one of the rare types of stars that you would expect near the center of the galaxy. Somewhat appropriate, this 'dark star' has been the puzzle for many galactic evolutionists. No-one doubted its existence ever since the discovery of gravitational waves, which marked the beginning of the Universal Theory Revolution on Bloggy I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xyleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're too close to Xyleo," comments Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, now let me find something on his ship," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"What exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll see... soon enough." He then find a little box under the seat, labeled "Columino".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bees quickly ejects the bluish package towards the supernova. The package falls into the glowing sphere of dust rapidly, as if swallowed by the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That little thing barely helps!" states Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"It will. Now let's go to Choreo."&lt;br /&gt;"What is this all about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's such a good thing it's so close, huh?" says Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"No time! Send that box of space dust I got from Neutro-neutrinos-140."&lt;br /&gt;"Send where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Into the center of the nebula."&lt;br /&gt;"OK," and she presses a button. "Done!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope this works."&lt;br /&gt;"What was in that package, by the way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing can stop Xyleo. You had better let me go, or else!" cries Elitus in vain.&lt;br /&gt;"We're preparing to evacuate, you villain!" states a guard.&lt;br /&gt;"Evacuate? You'll never have the time to. Where're those two pathetic heroes of yours? I want to see their frightened faces!"&lt;br /&gt;"Relax! They went to stop Xyleo."&lt;br /&gt;"I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; can stop Xyleo. Surrender! I can grant you protection from Xyleo, once you give me tyrannical rule of the galaxy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Insanity!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-9190556191427813730?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/9190556191427813730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=9190556191427813730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9190556191427813730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9190556191427813730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/deploreo.html' title='Deploreo'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-3897026856009659333</id><published>2007-07-04T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:05:37.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>Choreo</title><content type='html'>Choreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich-crimson nebula situated at the center of the galaxy, Choreo stands out as one of the many places around Columina where planets are about to be born. Most creatures find this a great opportunity to find themselves a new home, where they can call the planet theirs. Apart from this common use of nebulae, they are also one of the most beautiful things in the night sky of every planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were the missing canalist!" says Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I was, and I'm also the future ruler of this galaxy!" states Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"What do we do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. President, please arrest them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. Leave the rest to us," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just saving us from the impending ball of flames."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said that, Bees rushes into the black ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Klore, drive the other red ship, and follow me."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president watches as the two heroes leave the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope they can stop Xyleo. In the meantime, prepare for evacuation, just in case," says the president.&lt;br /&gt;"What about the criminals?" says a general.&lt;br /&gt;"Put them in the temporary jail - heavily guarded."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-3897026856009659333?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/3897026856009659333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=3897026856009659333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3897026856009659333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3897026856009659333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/choreo.html' title='Choreo'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-225659283772185756</id><published>2007-07-01T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:50:30.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>Xyleo</title><content type='html'>Xyleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xyleo existed as a blue giant, but no longer. Just recently, it has gone supernova, and whatever that'll remain is still a mystery. It may be another black hole, which would eventually combine with Columina, forming a magnificent dance until the time when they collide. It could also become a neutron star, with enormous density incomparable to anything seen normally. The fate of the star still remains a mystery. But the star, in it's current state, is a threat to many stars that approach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus. I can see you through that pathetic outfit of yours."&lt;br /&gt;"No! We're not disguised," cries Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Not you. Them!" he points at those who came from the red ship.&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus, you thought you could fool me! Take that device off, now! You are surrounded!" shouts the president.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't see any more purposes for wearing these ridiculous pseudo-clothes." Elitus turns off and removes the costume device. "I intended to infiltrate Quetrochylia this, and seize control by taking you hostage, but I see that as unnecessary now."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;?" queries Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Put simply: Xyleo is coming; you're all doomed; give me control - or else!" replies Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks into the night sky. They all see a brilliant blue dot at the center, drowning out all the tiny stars around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is where my canalist skills come in really useful," comments Elitus in a devious manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-225659283772185756?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/225659283772185756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=225659283772185756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/225659283772185756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/225659283772185756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/xyleo.html' title='Xyleo'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-7114558641632684693</id><published>2007-07-01T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:22:45.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>Pinodippo</title><content type='html'>Pinnodippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dwarf star, Pinnodippo, surrounds Columino in a spiral fashion, as it swings closer and closer towards the black hole. Every day, volumes of gas erupt from the dwarf star, only to be sucked straight into the black hole. For now, it's a fairly stable system, but a few organisms who live on the planets of Pinnodippo have already abandoned them due to increasing danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imposter!" shouts Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Who're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to call us imposters? Initus, I presume?"&lt;br /&gt;"What? You..." exclaims Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take those from the black ship to the prison, now!" commands the general.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, we're not imposters!" cries Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Now!" says the general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what, Bees?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;Bees doesn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the president arrives, with a few guards around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, we just found two people disguised as Tarein &amp;amp; Epiluit from a black ship just like Elitus' one."&lt;br /&gt;"You thought you could deceive me, Elitus! Your masquerade party is over."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-7114558641632684693?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/7114558641632684693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=7114558641632684693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/7114558641632684693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/7114558641632684693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/07/pinodippo.html' title='Pinodippo'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-2828090819953888304</id><published>2007-06-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:06:55.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columnar System'/><title type='text'>Columino</title><content type='html'>Columino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most destructive object in the galaxy: Columino. As a supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy, it must have already gulped down thousands of stars from the neighboring space. Yet, most inhabitants do not perceive it as any major threat. The black hole has never been observed by electromagnetic telescopes, but gravitational telescopes have, since black holes produce enormous amounts of gravitational waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who goes there?" a guard questions the dark-colored ship over the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;"This is commander..."&lt;br /&gt;"Name yourself!" interrupts the guard, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was trying to..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, we have a ship that doesn't seem to be replying to any of our calls."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" exclaims Bees. "He can't hear us!"&lt;br /&gt;"I think Elitus tweaked the systems before we swapped," states Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Then... What should we do now?" asks Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"You have 5 seconds to surrender, or we'll annihilate the ship!" shouts the guard.&lt;br /&gt;"No don't!" says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"5!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bees!" cries Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"4!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bees?"&lt;br /&gt;"3!"&lt;br /&gt;"Do something!"&lt;br /&gt;"2!&lt;br /&gt;"Bees, turn the ship!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop!" interrupts a general. "Direct orders from the president: capture them and take them to the interrogation room."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir!" replies the guard. He then says to the black ship,"We'll take you down now, Elitus."&lt;br /&gt;"What did he call us?" questions Klore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard quickly activates a trap that shielded the ship from moving anywhere. The ship is then towed to the entrance to the interrogation room, where hundreds of guards stand waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where're they taking us?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;Bees stays silent.&lt;br /&gt;"Come out, you are surrounded!" commands the general.&lt;br /&gt;"Should we go out?" inquires Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"OK," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two frightened heroes come out of the ship slowly. The general is surprised to see what he had not expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? What's going on? If you're here, then who are those in the reception?" says the confused general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-2828090819953888304?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/2828090819953888304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=2828090819953888304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2828090819953888304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2828090819953888304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/columino.html' title='Columino'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-5996157481257552128</id><published>2007-06-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:57:26.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Truon</title><content type='html'>Truon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the only satellite of Bloggy I, Truon stands out brightly in the night sky on Bloggy I. The distinctive phases of the Truon cycle gives its ancient, mystical flavor that puzzled the ancient inhabitants for centuries, until the so-called Modern Revolution that had laid the fundamental foundations of the Space Age now. It only used to be dream to live on the once-uninhabitable Truon during those 'dark ages' as it is called now - the time when computers were just starting to reach their full potential; the time when stepping onto Truon's surface meant something extraordinary; the time when the harm that has been done to the environment has only been realized. All this is in the past - millenniums ago - and the future looks bright for every creature living within the galaxy. At least it seems so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gate of the planet, the guard interrogates the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Who's out there?" the guard questions the red ship.&lt;br /&gt;"This is commander Tarein &amp; agent Epiluit. We're here to inform that the galactic president is in grave danger. Please let us through."&lt;br /&gt;"Please transmit the decryption code," requests the guard.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on... Ready!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, you're granted access."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, the galactic president prepares for an unexpected visit from the heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day! What brings you to this planet?" asks the president.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, we have detected Elitus on his way to Quetrochylia."&lt;br /&gt;"No worries. Our defense is strong enough for such a blatant attack. Anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... Wouldn't it be better to be a bit more cautious?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I'll ease your worries by informing my guards in advance to prepare themselves. You may leave now."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; can protect you."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president presents a signal with his left hand. A guard then drops a pair of glasses, and the president puts it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I have some business - to sign a bill. Pardon me."&lt;br /&gt;"May we escort you personally?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; office."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-5996157481257552128?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/5996157481257552128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=5996157481257552128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5996157481257552128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5996157481257552128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/truon.html' title='Truon'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4570136518718863728</id><published>2007-06-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:57:41.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gamma-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Craser Intrinca</title><content type='html'>Craser Intrinca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also nicknamed "Gammatruon", after Bloggy I's only satellite "Truon", Craser Intrinca is one of the most famous truons in the galaxy. It orbits around Crastil Gamma, but its comparatively enormous size leaves doubts about whether it should be classified as a truon or a planet. Nonetheless, Craser Intrinca is the most beautiful truon of the galaxy, owing to its magnificent farms of an eclectic variety of fruits &amp; flowers. This is one of the main sources of food &amp;amp; plants in the entire galaxy, so a warp portal has been built next to it to improve traffic from all across the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's such a good thing it's so close to Crastil Beta at this time of the galactic cycle," remarks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"All right, let's go to Timestone &amp; teleport us to Bulias. Let's hope they haven't got there yet," commands Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on?" cries Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I'm having trouble with the controls. Now where's that 'abort' button?" replies Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;? The ship is about to self-destruct! You'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; if it does."&lt;br /&gt;"Found it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initus presses the button violently. The alarm finally stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You!" Elitus pounds on the wall. "Let's just initiate our plans, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, master. I'll find a way to deactivate the shield around that planet."&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have to. All we need are some disguises so we can impersonate as those two 'heroes'."&lt;br /&gt;"But how?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't question me! You think of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;'."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes, m-m-master." Initus shivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4570136518718863728?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4570136518718863728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4570136518718863728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4570136518718863728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4570136518718863728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/craser-intrinca.html' title='Craser Intrinca'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-9086219062911860025</id><published>2007-06-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:27:46.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gamma-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Crastil Gamma</title><content type='html'>Crastil Gamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often thought to be a very small star, Crastil Gamma is actually a supermassive black hole surrounded by a hot, gamma-ray emitting cloud, although this is not how the "Gamma" in the name of this star is derived. Together with Crastil Alpha, Crastil Beta, and a few other Crastil stars, they form a line shaped constellation called Chorda on Bloggy I, while on Perinian-0 it is called Crastil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutro-neutrinos-140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really give up this time," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"What? You can't give up, at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; like this!" cries Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"At a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; like what? Hold on... time..."&lt;br /&gt;"What are you muttering about this time?"&lt;br /&gt;"The Timestone! We have to get there, quick!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I recall the pests were taken care of, right?" inquires Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, master. I've tweak our, I mean their ship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, so that they can't use the hyperwarper," replies Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"Good, that'll keep them from going anywhere faster than 99.9&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;. On with our plan. Let's see who's the boss now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-9086219062911860025?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/9086219062911860025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=9086219062911860025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9086219062911860025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9086219062911860025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/crastil-gamma.html' title='Crastil Gamma'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4686161940780497038</id><published>2007-06-05T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:52:28.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beta-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Quetrochylia</title><content type='html'>Quetrochylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small, seemingly insignificant planet orbits around Bulias. Although Bulias is often considered to be within the system of Neutro-neutrinos-140, their gigantic orbits often leaves Bulias and Crastil Beta on opposite sides of the galaxy, which just happens to be case now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutro-neutrinos-140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Elitus?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"He's teleported himself with our spaceship."&lt;br /&gt;"Where would he go?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't really know - but he said he wanted 'power'," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Power... Can't we track with the residual gravitational waves?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wish we could, but we're not in our own ship, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah. Wait! I think I know where he's going."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, the GLO and he's probably going to terrorize them for 'power', get it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was thinking of GU, but it doesn't make any difference to the dilemma we have here."&lt;br /&gt;"What dilemma?"&lt;br /&gt;"Both of them are on the same planet, at the other side of the galaxy - it'll take us days to get there."&lt;br /&gt;"We can just use the teleporter... but this is not our ship. OK, I get it now. Now what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4686161940780497038?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4686161940780497038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4686161940780497038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4686161940780497038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4686161940780497038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/quetrochylia.html' title='Quetrochylia'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-2655249376740197285</id><published>2007-06-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:20:23.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beta-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Bulias</title><content type='html'>Bulias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A young pulsar, known as Bulias, orbits around Neutro-neutrinos-140 (or the other way around, as some say) in a million-B1-year period. Around this tiny star orbits the most important planet of the system, yet only a few can go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutro-neutrinos-140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Away with you, young hero!" screams Elitus across the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be sorry!" follows Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"Quiet!" whispers Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little heroes attempt to jail the villains for good, but something does not go as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's happening, Bees?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..." hesitates Bees, "I was just trying to teleport Elitus &amp;amp; his passengers to our ship where they would be automatically trapped, but apparently something has gone haywire with the device."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what should we do..." she was interrupted by a sudden flash of light around her. "Bees?"&lt;br /&gt;"Right here, I think... Where are we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Foolish heroes - you fell straight into my devious trap. Look around you!" says Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"We are not in our ship at all! It's Elitus's," says Bees with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no..." Klore predicts with fear.&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, Kloreth. Now if you don't mind, we'll have to implement the final stage of our nefarious plan," claims Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do all these? You won't get any money or fame, or are you insane enough to wreck all those planets for the fun of it?" questions Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Fame? Fortune? Insanity? None of them. I do them for power! Excuse us," replies Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"You won't get away with these, do you hear? You won't!" exclaims Bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-2655249376740197285?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/2655249376740197285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=2655249376740197285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2655249376740197285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2655249376740197285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/06/bulias.html' title='Bulias'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-3651157412674885089</id><published>2007-05-25T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:19:30.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beta-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Neutro-neutrinos-140</title><content type='html'>Neutro-neutrinos-140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Crastil Beta, Neutro-neutrinos-140 is famous for its extraordinary blend of minerals. The neutron star contains one of the rarest chemicals in the entire universe, antimatter, which was produced from by a recent supernova that formed the neutron star. The antimatter surrounds the star in a deep sheath, creating a gentle dark halo around the star. Although the star is usually undisturbed in the vast vacuum of space, today, something out-of-the-ordinary is about to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Land the ship."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, master."&lt;br /&gt;"We need to collect more antihydrogen for our little experiment," reasons Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just what I expected, and precisely where I want you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who's that?" questions Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Beschell &amp; Kloreth, master," replies Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get here so quickly, and how did you find me at all?"&lt;br /&gt;"It involved a bit of investigation, but thanks to our secret technology: the space-warper, we managed to teleport us here before your archaic escape vehicle," answers Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not impressed. Initus, turn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; on," commands Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Too late for you," remarks Bees, and he takes something out of his pocket of mysteries. "This device is going to send you to space-jail pronto - don't worry, it won't hurt a bit."&lt;br /&gt;"Initus!" shouts Elitus in his confused panic.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s on!" replies Initus with frustration. "Sorry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-3651157412674885089?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/3651157412674885089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=3651157412674885089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3651157412674885089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3651157412674885089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/neutro-neutrinos-140.html' title='Neutro-neutrinos-140'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-5836219978849061856</id><published>2007-05-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:46:40.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpha-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Tinilian</title><content type='html'>Tinilian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the closest planetoid to Crastil Alpha, Tinilian is constantly baked under the billions of degrees of heat radiated every second since its very existence. Some even believe that Tinilian would soon vaporize entirely in a matter of a few Bb1-years (Bloggy I years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's off now, hopefully," says Bees, after 3 hours of hard work tinkering with a machine Bees has never seen.&lt;br /&gt;"This has got to be Elitus' work - he's the only one who knows how to make such a deviously destructive thing," comments Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"But it didn't used to be 'destructive'."&lt;br /&gt;"I know. Hey, are there any clues?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just one - the machine is made up from epileptonium, which can only be obtained from..."&lt;br /&gt;"Not that place again! I almost got crushed there last time."&lt;br /&gt;"We have to."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, let's go to Nn-140."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope he's there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-5836219978849061856?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/5836219978849061856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=5836219978849061856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5836219978849061856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5836219978849061856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/tinilian.html' title='Tinilian'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-5736689409208099339</id><published>2007-05-20T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:38:32.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpha-Crasyl System'/><title type='text'>Crastil Alpha</title><content type='html'>Crastil Alpha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A most distinctive star, Crastil Alpha is the most colorful of all stars. Its color flashes from red to blue to green, and can be seen as far as from Bloggy I. It is also the brightest of the Crastil constellation, as seen from Bloggy I, the source of all life within the galaxy. The ancients of Bloggy I usually called the Crastil constellation the "strange one" for its spectral colors that vary from second to second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They've left us again, but we can't lose them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;ship is on the other side of the asteroid," remarks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Then we'll just have to run," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took them only an hour to get to the other side by running, yet Elitus' ship is nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've lost them. Any signals?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing on the device, Bees. Now what?"&lt;br /&gt;Bees sighs.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Klore, did Elitus leave something behind?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course - you didn't notice?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go back."&lt;br /&gt;"What? We took a whole hour to get here and now..."&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have any other choice - we either stay here and wait like ducks, or go back and see if he left any clues."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," she agrees reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another hour of a trip that Klore believes could have been expended with a more useful purpose, they arrive at the site where Elitus escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" cries Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like an attritionizer."&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's an expensive device used to catapult small planetoids... Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to..." suggests Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"...crash us onto another planet, but where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bees investigates the seemingly insignificant device, which seems to be locked by a password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's locked, but I think, from the angle of the dish, it is going to collide with Bloggy I."&lt;br /&gt;"But he can't just..."&lt;br /&gt;"He can do anything. He was the greatest engineer of all times, but now he's a traitor. Never mind about him now. I have to deactivate this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-5736689409208099339?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5736689409208099339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5736689409208099339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/crastil-alpha.html' title='Crastil Alpha'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-2679383231787632583</id><published>2007-05-17T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:57:54.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Initian</title><content type='html'>Initian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initian is a newly discovered asteroid in the Bloggy System. Little is known about Initian, or how it was formed. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, but coincidentally, it was discovered the day the Bloglies vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cratered surface of Bloggy IV proved a formidable challenge for the heroes. As their spaceship prudently and gently lands on it, Klore prepares the suits which would protect them from the intense radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is is safe now?" asks Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, go ahead," replies Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"This is place is deserted - just look at it! Are you sure we are at the right place?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and the signal is strong."&lt;br /&gt;"So which way?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's find out, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scrutinize the device, then walk around in circles hoping to find the right direction. However, on the other side of the asteroid, a cunning scheme is being planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bees is here, master! They've found us. Now what? I'm afraid..."&lt;br /&gt;"Quiet! I know how I'll deal with them. In the meantime, go and fix the attritionization dish."&lt;br /&gt;"Ye-e-es, master."&lt;br /&gt;"Now, with this dish, I'll be able to to utterly annihilate this revolting system, along with our unexpected visitors, so you can stop worrying, OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, you're the greatest!"&lt;br /&gt;"How many times have I warned you about addressing me in second person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the landing site, Bees and Klore attempt to follow the ever-increasing signal towards Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're getting closer."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I rest a moment?" requests Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stop and sit down to rest. Meanwhile, the detected signal suddenly drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"We are not even moving!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..." Bees thinks about it for a few seconds, then continues,"But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;are!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-2679383231787632583?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/2679383231787632583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=2679383231787632583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2679383231787632583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/2679383231787632583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/initian.html' title='Initian'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-9204565130977965893</id><published>2007-05-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:55:47.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Ultimaton</title><content type='html'>Ultimaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sub-planet, Ultimaton has "little purpose in the Finilian System" - at least that was what used to be thought. It was later discovered to be origin of Ervy-35, which was formed by a collision of an unknown meteor with Ultimaton. The tiny planet, with it's ultra-weak gravity, could barely hold himself in the orbit with the smallest planet in the entire system - Timus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's the signal?" asks Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"It's getting weak," replies Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I must be in the wrong way."&lt;br /&gt;"Turn it around."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright... Now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! It's getting stronger."&lt;br /&gt;"Point your finger straight into the windshield, and see where it indicates."&lt;br /&gt;"It's... I couldn't believe it! He was up there all that time?"&lt;br /&gt;"Probably. Let's go. Now, I knew that it was a decoy to set our tracks off all this time. He must have been doing something awful there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perinian-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How were the reinforcements?" inquires Captain Pultruence.&lt;br /&gt;"They were defeated, but I think Beschell and Kloreth got through," answers a technician. "The tracker we put on their ship indicates that they are leaving Bloggy III. I think it's all over."&lt;br /&gt;"It can't be. I know Elitus, he's not that easy to defeat."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, they are heading somewhere else, neither Bloggy I nor our HQ."&lt;br /&gt;"Where're they going?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-9204565130977965893?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/9204565130977965893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=9204565130977965893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9204565130977965893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9204565130977965893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/ultimaton.html' title='Ultimaton'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-8502218713277188170</id><published>2007-05-12T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T04:37:03.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Helioseptinylius</title><content type='html'>Helioseptinylius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so close to Finil, Helioseptinylius constantly faces the threat of collision. It was named so because it is more like a baking muffin than a water monster, Hydrokaryilius, "The beast of water the lies near the center", as it used to be called only a few years ago. The planet is predicted to collide with Finil, or more correctly, swallowed by Finil in an undramatic impact, in the next few years. Many people dislike the planet, not only because of its abnormal orbit, but also due to its long name, which they shorten to Helixus for convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, friends. I see you're still looking for me, right? Don't bother. In a few minutes the Universe shall become mine once again." Elitus' hologram speaks, then vanishes again.&lt;br /&gt;"Grrr! How come we just can't find him?" inquires Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, he's not even on this planet," states Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"We've been on a wild goose chase - the detector lost the signal because Elitus just passed us over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just realized that the strange radio waves on this planet didn't come from the planet itself, but from this little box. This is the end of our search on this planet, at least."&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see! Isn't this connected to the laser projector?"&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly. Let's go now - we don't have a second to lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rushed backwards, and ran out of the mazy caverns. After a few struggles with the unswerving guards, they finally arrived at their spaceship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-8502218713277188170?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/8502218713277188170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=8502218713277188170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8502218713277188170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8502218713277188170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/helioseptinylius.html' title='Helioseptinylius'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4001891756065743581</id><published>2007-05-11T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:07:12.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Exaselyance</title><content type='html'>Exaselyance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once called Selyance, Exaselyance was renamed when it was found to coincide with the obsolete name of Petaselyance, on the other side of the galaxy. Somehow, although it used to be another planet of Finil, it is somewhat part of Chromos, slowly becoming its satellite. Exaselyance, although sounds big, is really only big compared to Petaselyance. It is, in fact, smaller than Timus. No-one really visited this planet, except a few who stopped there to fix their jets, or to pick a few poisonous berries &amp;amp; get aching stomachs for days. Unsurprisingly, no animals live there either - it is just a jungle-like rain forest in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you just say?" requests Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"I said Mr Salvas is suspicious about my identity."&lt;br /&gt;"Jinnet, it's OK. We'll be back as soon as possible, and, in the meantime, go and keep your holographic suit on."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright..." Jinnet replies in a monotonous tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klore places her astrophone in her pocket, and tells Bees what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not again! I wish he was an actor or something," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not his fault - it's not easy imposing someone else."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright..." he concludes the topic, then continues "Did you find the source?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet, but I have a hunch it's in that cave."&lt;br /&gt;"So let's go in."&lt;br /&gt;"No, my detector's not working - I have to fix it."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klore shakes his detector, hoping it gets the probe fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! It works now!" shouts Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh! Quiet!" whispers Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but let's go to the cave."&lt;br /&gt;"We'd better hurry. Who knows what Elitus could be up to now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4001891756065743581?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4001891756065743581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4001891756065743581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4001891756065743581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4001891756065743581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/exaselyance.html' title='Exaselyance'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-714242369979142503</id><published>2007-05-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:37:16.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Timus</title><content type='html'>Timus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although planet of considerable size, Timus is the smallest planet of the entire Finilian System. It's amazingly beautiful, and inhabited by a eclectic group of creatures. Hopefully, it would stay peaceful for eons, if there are no influences any time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bees?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes? I'm sorta busy here, and by the way, it's Klore," replies Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"We have a problem, Klore."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Klore?" interrupts the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised by the teacher's abrupt entrance, Jinnet replies, "Uh... it's a friend."&lt;br /&gt;"Since when did you have a friend named Klore?" questions the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"Since... this month!"&lt;br /&gt;"And I suppose you're grades declined since this month too, huh?" she replies sarcastically, then exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Klore, now, it's big problem. Mrs Salvas is onto me," he returns to the phone nervously.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-714242369979142503?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/714242369979142503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=714242369979142503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/714242369979142503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/714242369979142503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/timus.html' title='Timus'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-9126902451176069645</id><published>2007-05-06T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:29:10.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Climus</title><content type='html'>Climus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although more of an planetoid than a planet, Climus still remains the most explored planet ever. As if by some unseen fad, explorers in the last centuries have visited the planet repetitively and incessantly, until just a few years ago. Apparently, it coincides with the year the Finilians left the whole system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" repeats Klore.&lt;br /&gt;Bees looked around, and noticed a small tube-like machine hidden at a corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;"I think..."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" asks Klore impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;"That was just a hologram," states Bees with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;"And how does that help us?"&lt;br /&gt;"It means Elitus was hiding somewhere on this planet. We have to find them."&lt;br /&gt;"And how do you expect us to find him on this enormous and mazy planet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;even thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're the leader!"&lt;br /&gt;"So what? Are you expecting me to take care of everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a brief veil of silence falls onto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay, I'll think about it, but I need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;help," admits Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"So, how can I help?" says Bees sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... Let's trace the... laser?"&lt;br /&gt;"Now there's a clever idea!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go find the wires, so we can trace it back to where the images were captured."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think Enitus pre-recorded it in this control room?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! He talked to us live, and even replied us. So let's go and investigate the lazer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-9126902451176069645?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/9126902451176069645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=9126902451176069645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9126902451176069645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/9126902451176069645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/climus.html' title='Climus'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-6909765672042539294</id><published>2007-05-05T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:32:27.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Chromos</title><content type='html'>Chromos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chromos is an unusual planet. It is one of the most picturesque planet known to date. Well known for its multicolored rainbows, Chromos orbits Finil, its star, with unimaginable precision and grace. Despite its false façade, Chromos is an uninhabitable place, but it was not always that deserted. For just a few years ago, it was inhabited by the peaceful Finilians. No-one knows why they left it so discreetly. Thankfully, they found a more suitable planet, but it is certainly not as magnificently beautiful as Chromos, the "colored beast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was fierce and unrelenting, but no-one thought they could survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never thought you could survive," questions Bees with irony.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you trying to be funny? I mean they outnumbered us - you should've said..." argues Klore.&lt;br /&gt;Bees lifts his right hand, interrupting Klore and her reasoning, and continues "Elitus, after all these years, I have finally caught you with pride. Your pleas won't even last a second - they're going to send you to the dark side of the universe."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean a black hole?" questions Elitus with calmness.&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly what I meant," answers Bees haughtily.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's not going to happen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Elitus and Initus vanishes without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never find us!" a voice similar to that of Elitus was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened? How could he just disappear like that?" Klore asks with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Bees looked around to see if he could explain that unusual phenomenon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-6909765672042539294?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6909765672042539294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=6909765672042539294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6909765672042539294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6909765672042539294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/05/chromos.html' title='Chromos'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-1618588397645002419</id><published>2007-04-24T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:33:12.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elinary System'/><title type='text'>Elin</title><content type='html'>Elin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gigantic star within the Elinary System sits at the absolute center of attention. Elin, being the weakest of all blue giants, slowly slips towards a future of novae and darkness. It was once believed that Elin would become a black hole eventually, but this has been disproved a few centuries earlier. Now it waits for its nourishment that shall close in and be swallowed, Perinian-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're finished Elitus!" yells Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Au contraire, my dear," speaks Elitus with great fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two heros find themselves surrounded by a cloud of reinforcements that apparently came from the thin atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, I have long awaited this faithful day since my younger years, ever since I named myself after Elin, 'the great evil of the galaxy'. Now I shall rule the universe and there'll be no-one to resist me. You poor ingenuous little thing, who'd thought that I was well prepared for every move you take," Elitus describes. "I am not like you Beschell, a child, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;child &lt;/span&gt;who is merely..."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you through talking?" interrupts Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Seize them! Wait, I meant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cease &lt;/span&gt;them," commands Elitus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-1618588397645002419?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/1618588397645002419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=1618588397645002419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1618588397645002419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1618588397645002419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/elin.html' title='Elin'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-8408795122179485629</id><published>2007-04-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:33:12.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elinary System'/><title type='text'>Perinian-1</title><content type='html'>Perinian-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another planet awaits it's destruction as it swings closer and closer to Elin, the master of the Elinary System. Perhaps Perinian-0 was a safer place to inhabit, despite it's utter coldness and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now listen, go and find those two! Move it!" Elitus screams angrily.&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers, paralyzed by fear and inferiority, stalls for a slight moment, and leaves the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Now maybe I can do something in peace," says Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can't!"&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say Initus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not me," replies Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"You are not going anyware Elitus," states Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Bees? What a visit. Guards?" cries Elitus&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like they deserted you," giggles Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Guards!"&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it. Today your planet-crashing days are over."&lt;br /&gt;"You really think so?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," affirms Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a swarm of soldiers enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh oh..." whispers Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Now do you think so?" questions Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a second, a group of GOLD troops broke in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! I think so."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-8408795122179485629?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/8408795122179485629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=8408795122179485629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8408795122179485629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8408795122179485629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/perinian-1.html' title='Perinian-1'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4510880870495875385</id><published>2007-04-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:35:27.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogarian System'/><title type='text'>Blogul III</title><content type='html'>Blogul III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio of the Bloguls stand out from the firm background of the sky of Bloggy I. All three, apparently tied together, dance across the more static canvas of stars, with a few less conspicuous Sub-Bloguls. But lone planets have always been weird to some scientists who believe lone planets should not exist. No-one has ever reported an answer yet, or have they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the best way to get out of here, you know," comments Klore&lt;br /&gt;"Sure it is, but it's just a bit cramped here," replies Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on comforting each other as they climbed through the unusually wide tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which way?"&lt;br /&gt;"Any way would be fine!" exclaims Bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4510880870495875385?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4510880870495875385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4510880870495875385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4510880870495875385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4510880870495875385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogul-iii.html' title='Blogul III'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-3243076275279623488</id><published>2007-04-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:35:27.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogarian System'/><title type='text'>Blogul II</title><content type='html'>Blogul II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gigantic loner that lives at the outskirts of the galactic cloud. It's presence is a mystery - for it seemed to have "appeared out of nowhere" a few centuries ago. So few actually acknowledge it's suspicious presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he took a deep, exhausting breath, "that's over."&lt;br /&gt;"For now," continues Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Which way's out?" questions Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a compass. Let's just look around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the cave so high, the evil continues to plot against the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter with them? They can't even take two little kids?" Elitus protests in fury.&lt;br /&gt;Initus stayed silent.&lt;br /&gt;"Initus, go away - I need to be alone for a while, until I can find a way to contain our guests - since you're not helpful in anyway."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perinian-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you give them the help they needed?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir. It should've arrived by now."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope it'll come it handy for them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-3243076275279623488?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/3243076275279623488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=3243076275279623488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3243076275279623488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3243076275279623488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogul-ii.html' title='Blogul II'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4892585006024806666</id><published>2007-04-05T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:35:27.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogarian System'/><title type='text'>Blogul I</title><content type='html'>Blogul I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright giant star-like planet rests at the top of the listed galactic planets. It's enormous size stands out so greatly, as if it is conceitedly demonstrating its power and reputability to the nearby planets. Yet its harsh environment, not to mention its substantially-heavier-than-lead gravity, have driven away visitors since the Preformazoic Era of the blogiverse. Lonely and stationary, Blogul I rests in the Blogarian System - a general name for the lone planets with no stars - with many other Bloguls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Hello?" screams Bees. "The signal's been cut off somehow."&lt;br /&gt;"Come on! This is cave! How do you expect..." exclaims Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, OK, OK. I know. But we've a bigger problem on our hands now. There's like hundreds of them, and just us here, in a dungeon cave, hundreds of meters below Elitus' lab..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creatures caught up, and enclosed them in a circle, and stared at them with red, beady eyes. They paused for a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4892585006024806666?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4892585006024806666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4892585006024806666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4892585006024806666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4892585006024806666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogul-i_05.html' title='Blogul I'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-8072340692248483068</id><published>2007-04-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:35:51.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Permissian System'/><title type='text'>Chelius</title><content type='html'>Chelius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A planet of the great richness, livelihood, and vigor stands out in the Permissian System. Like an incessant disco, the Permissia Pulsar radiates tiny but gentle bursts of polychrome light to the vibrant planet. The planet is the second most popular tourism location, marked by is eclectic blend of diverse intergalactic cultures. As brilliant as it stands out, it has been one of the most socially unacceptable places in the galaxy, due to its uncanny youth customs that few can critically comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perinian-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system has been seemingly silent and neglected for years, but today marks the end of this record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain, we are receiving a message!" the controller cries.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" replies the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A screechy and obscure noise comes out of the speakers:&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Si... ...is is Be... and K... callin... from Bloggy II. We are in... ... ...f ...ackup! ..."&lt;br /&gt;No more words could be heard from the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like they've taken a step before us. I don't have time to discuss matters of disobedience... Just give them what they want."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;"In the meantime, find out what's happening to Platinus."&lt;br /&gt;"We've already done that. It's on a collision course with... Bloggy IV."&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why haven't you told me this?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was going to..."&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind! You had better do something about it," he loses his temper.&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you've never learned about deflecting asteroids?" he replies arrogantly.&lt;br /&gt;"Y-y-yes..."&lt;br /&gt;"So why are you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise kept on going in the now excited office of GOLD, leaving most of their in disputes rather than work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-8072340692248483068?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/8072340692248483068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=8072340692248483068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8072340692248483068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/8072340692248483068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/04/chelius.html' title='Chelius'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-205151025775739808</id><published>2007-03-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:31:02.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Bloggy IV</title><content type='html'>Bloggy IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a misnamed asteroid that travels within the Bloggy System, its presence is often a sign of wealth for those who believe it. Somehow they are usually right. But is it not just a grey rock with a cratered surface?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the noisy control room, Elitus plans for his revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's Platinus?" questions Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's oblivious of the approach of Bloggy IV." replies servilely Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was a comet. Oh well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the room, there is a secret, but abnormally raucous cavern. Bees has broken out from the cell, and the guards are u&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great, Bees!" exclaims Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. They weren't so tough," replies Bees. "I told you I'll find a way out, but I didn't think brute force was the smartest move."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's because of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was interrupted by the sudden noise of rushing footsteps towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...that! We..."&lt;br /&gt;Klore immediately covers Bees' mouth, and whispers "Shhh! Let's go the other way."&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-205151025775739808?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/205151025775739808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=205151025775739808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/205151025775739808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/205151025775739808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggy-iv.html' title='Bloggy IV'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-290243066008697892</id><published>2007-03-27T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:41:24.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finilian System'/><title type='text'>Platinus</title><content type='html'>Platinus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small planet it may be, but it remains the galaxy's most wealthy planet ever. Not only it shares the same system with the galaxy most beautiful planet ever known, Platinus is the active site of industry and mining, causing its once platinum-shiny surface to be tarnished by the thick, unbreathable soot in the once glassy-transparent air. Many have invested, and profited from its resources. Will this last forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bloggy II, you may have eluded my assassin, but Platinus shall suffer for you. Initus, aim the asteroid," slowly speaks Elitus.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, master."&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, are our little friends taken care of?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes. Well taken care of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an underground cave that no-one else would ever know, sits Klare in trepidation. Beschell, next to him, gazes at the guards with irateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you worry, we'll find a way out," whispers Bees.&lt;br /&gt;One of the guard, overheard the voice, replies disgustingly, "Huh! There's no way out. Once the Supreme Master gives the command, you'll be thrown to the 'pit'!" Then it laughs out cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-290243066008697892?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/290243066008697892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=290243066008697892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/290243066008697892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/290243066008697892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/platinus.html' title='Platinus'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-5734323767091667597</id><published>2007-03-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:37:36.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Plaviotus</title><content type='html'>Plaviotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the only moon orbits Bloggy I every month in a repetitive manner. Ever since the first colonization of this planet, it has been seen as a source of great wealth for the prospectors. Now, it is a deserted planet as its source of the most precious metal in the system, copper, has ran out several centuries ago. When space technology was first discovered, it seemed to be one of the most difficult places to get to. Yet presently it is commonly referred as the "most uncool planet in the galaxy" by most youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bees, I am very surprised by your failing grades. Is there something wrong?" queries the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... No, Mrs Salvas. It's just that I've really stressed these days by the... current events."&lt;br /&gt;"Current events?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... you know that comet flying thing..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but it's not time to be distracted by such things. Nonetheless, I do hope your grades improve." He turns towards the class, "Okay, class. Now let's revisit our last topic on Plaviotus. Does anyone remember what is the main climate of Plaviotus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm out of ideas. You?" asks Klare.&lt;br /&gt;"We could try..." says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well, well. Look what the comet just dragged in," a creature arrogantly says.&lt;br /&gt;"Elitus, I thought you've given up your idea of domination," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I never did. Ever since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;happened, I haven't decided to loosen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;grip on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;universe," Elitus replies immediately. He pauses and giggles for a moment. "Now that I have you two within at the center of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;palm, GOLD doesn't stand a chance."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be so sure."&lt;br /&gt;"You can't possibly leave now. My guards are here to serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, and they'll dispose of you once and for all." He turns to his assistant, "Initus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes. Guards, umm... take the prisoners to the hall," commands Initus.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see about that," whispers Bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-5734323767091667597?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/5734323767091667597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=5734323767091667597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5734323767091667597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5734323767091667597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/plaviotus.html' title='Plaviotus'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-5882491470217418343</id><published>2007-03-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:38:10.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic System'/><title type='text'>Arlest</title><content type='html'>Arlest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arlest is the the great star that lies at the center of the Artic System. It is believed to be short-lived as it's blue color indicates is violent activity that occurs in beneath it's boiling surface of gas. But as short-lived as it is, it is still to exist for 100 000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apparently silent planet rolls gently across an imaginary surface of space. It's ragged surface, deserted rivers, remind everyone of evil and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure the guards never saw us?" whispers Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Certai-" replies Klare.&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh!" interrupts Bees. "Do you see him?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erh... Yep. What's he doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I want to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, did you find something to collide with Bloggy II?" a voice can be heard.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes master, it's in place." replies another voice.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure our little friends are watching."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." It paused for a brief moment. "Someone..."&lt;br /&gt;"I know. It's seems we have company. Let's show them the way, shall we?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-5882491470217418343?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/5882491470217418343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=5882491470217418343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5882491470217418343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/5882491470217418343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/arlest.html' title='Arlest'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-1323856210849072071</id><published>2007-03-18T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:38:10.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic System'/><title type='text'>Arcess Flows</title><content type='html'>Arcess Flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The galaxy's greatest canal lies here, in the Arctic System. It has never existed 2000 years ago, as it was created by the famous canalist Protal Syslemist. He has created several artifical belts since  his youth. But ever since his final work, the Blogis Flows, he has never been heard since. Most people have regarded him as the best meteorist of the galaxy, and his disappearance represents another yet unsolved mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... now turn to cruise mode," whispers Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. I hope they don't hear us," replies Klore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaceship hovers steadily but slowly above the rocky terrain of Bloggy III. It has taken 2 days arrive at Bb3 and the danger is not over - it's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're there," states Bees calmly.&lt;br /&gt;"That... is huge..." exclaims Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"It seems our 'friend' has redecorated his home."&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we go in?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-1323856210849072071?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/1323856210849072071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=1323856210849072071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1323856210849072071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1323856210849072071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/arcess-flows.html' title='Arcess Flows'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-3399285919750192359</id><published>2007-03-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:38:10.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic System'/><title type='text'>Archen II</title><content type='html'>Archen II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bare and rocky planet, often referred to as the counterpart of Icetess, sits in the perilous asteroid band, Arcess Flows, of the Arctic System. Its unusual acreolight resembles that of the kaleidoscope, as the light dodge through the mobile river of asteroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an hour since Bees has started his journey, and the boredom of the void has given him a zephyr of sleepiness. The soft gentle sound of the engine, akin to the buzz of hornets, is all that can be heard in the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bees, we close. Now what do we do?" Klare shouts. "Bees!"&lt;br /&gt;"What? Oh, are we there? Hurry, turn on the new camouflage feature!"&lt;br /&gt;"OK!" and she presses the button immediately.&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Hopefully we won't encounter what happened last time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they enter atmosphere of the planet of evil, their senses suddenly felt odd and an eerie feel sets into their skin. The tension was so strong that their fingers are nearly numb, as their spaceship breaks through the dark sheaths of carbon dust left over from the colonists' factories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your fingers crossed." states Klare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-3399285919750192359?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/3399285919750192359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=3399285919750192359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3399285919750192359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/3399285919750192359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/archen-ii.html' title='Archen II'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-7940332513853002477</id><published>2007-03-11T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:52:02.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic System'/><title type='text'>Icetess</title><content type='html'>Icetess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the galaxy's most attractive planet lies here. It's main attraction? Ice. Cotton-white snow and steel-hard ice lakes is the main course of this tourism planet. Frozen water is scarce in most planets, so this paradise-like planet has been the major income of the Icetess Resort, who renamed Archen I to Icetess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexplored planet seems calm as usual. Yet below its cratered surface of dust, sudden and violent voices can be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't anything happening?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, Tinell is coming. I just found it behind Blogyl-2 and it's on it's way."&lt;br /&gt;"You had better hope you're right, or else!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as usual. The airways are congested once again, and everyone is on their usual schedules. Ervy-35 has not cause anymore concern, at least not to most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the ship ready?" asks Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's OK. I just want to ask if..." replies Klore.&lt;br /&gt;"I told you it's all taken care of."&lt;br /&gt;"I do hope so. When are we leaving? Tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"We are leaving now, do you hear me, now."&lt;br /&gt;"Why so early?"&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have anymore time to lose. Now, start it."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright." says Klore with reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of delay, the spaceship is finally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Target: Bb3" commands Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"What? Are you sure we are prepared for it? I mean it's armed."&lt;br /&gt;"So are we. Oh and remember to use the switch labelled CM, when ready."&lt;br /&gt;"A new addition? I always wanted this! Should I try it now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not now, it's a waste of fuel. Do that when you arrive there." He pauses for a moment, and continues, "Take off!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-7940332513853002477?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/7940332513853002477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=7940332513853002477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/7940332513853002477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/7940332513853002477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/icetess.html' title='Icetess'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-1595313873426507003</id><published>2007-03-09T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:33:39.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comets'/><title type='text'>Ervy-35</title><content type='html'>Ervy-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare sight to be seen in the Esontian System, as it is normally only observed every 273.15 years. Yet somehow it has curtailed its vacation to a mere 91 years, and it has never brought any unusual weather to Bloggy I, until now. Perhaps a sudden orbit change? Maybe it has just hit another comet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky fades gently as the Eson sinks below the distinct horizon. Extraordinary weather has diminished as the Ervy-35 passes by without leaving a farewell. Most people have started attending their usual affairs, with a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bloggy II seems to be calming down now," states Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"That's good, right?" asks Kloreth.&lt;br /&gt;"It should be. But I'm sure it's not over yet."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's just wait and see."&lt;br /&gt;"No Klore, we can't wait for Wrivenious to make his next move. It's now or never."&lt;br /&gt;"But how are you going to excuse yourself from school?" inquires Kloreth.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about that. Go and contact headquarters and find out what have they been doing all this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;?" a being bellows.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but we cannot hold Ervy-35 any longer. It's may go out control and unintentionally land on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; so I had to..."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about the details, just make sure that Bloggy II is exterminated for good. I utterly despise its superficial beauty," the being interrupted hastily.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we could always try..."&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I just say that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about the details? I simply want the results."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, master."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-1595313873426507003?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/1595313873426507003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=1595313873426507003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1595313873426507003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1595313873426507003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/ervy-35.html' title='Ervy-35'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-1468633401360041223</id><published>2007-03-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:33:12.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elinary System'/><title type='text'>Perinian-0</title><content type='html'>Perinian-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the centre of a gigantic system of revolving asteroids lies a cold, nearly uninhabitable planet, with only a few brief days of light from Esontia, the brightest star of the galaxy, before the esonlight is occluded by the surrounding moons. But few people know that this planet is the actual home of the Galactic Office of Law and Defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In GOLD, the captain is distressed by the sudden disasters occurring on Bloggy II. He hopes to uncover the cause of all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the B2S ready for launch?" asks the captain.&lt;br /&gt;"Um... Yes, sir. Should we launch now?" replies the space-satellite technician.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and try to be quick. We can't waste another minute," says the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet is close to obliteration. Yet no-one seems to be helping, or even aware of it. Bloggy II has always been a wild paradise for the endangered animals and plants of the Infilzon Galaxy. But now it's becoming a burning ruin, while the endanger creatures are more endangered than ever. Is this hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time," says Bees.&lt;br /&gt;"It is?" replies Kloreth.&lt;br /&gt;"The GOLD doesn't seem to be doing anything to help it, and we are definitely running out of time."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine then."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-1468633401360041223?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/1468633401360041223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=1468633401360041223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1468633401360041223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/1468633401360041223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/perinian-0.html' title='Perinian-0'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-6961439865604337808</id><published>2007-03-06T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:08:37.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Bloggy III</title><content type='html'>Bloggy III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dark planet that nobody has visited since the dawn of the universe. After centuries of ignorance, it's twilight years are nearly over. The pale-blue gives a sense of insecurity, while it's never-illuminated side remains out of sight of many people. But something sinister has occured here. Something that no-one had thought to be true, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well, well... It seems Bloggy II's demise is near," a mysterious, shadowy creature rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes. Where's your next target?" another being questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Bloggy I of course. No. I might need this planet's resources someday, when the universe is under my sole control. Right now, we need to let Perinian-0 know what's going on."&lt;br /&gt;"So we have to wait?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's my decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon is in it's usual cream-yellow, and nothing bizarre has occurred during the day today. But Bees never really felt safe ever since the day that the comet passed by, which he ridiculously dubbed Day One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Bees!" Cherry called him in the field. "Why are you standing here all alone?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"Com'on, I know you're worried about something. You're always like that when you're worried."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, suit yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell her. She'd think I'm crazy or something, but I wish I could," Bee's thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-6961439865604337808?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6961439865604337808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=6961439865604337808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6961439865604337808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/6961439865604337808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggy-iii.html' title='Bloggy III'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-654446319465283929</id><published>2007-03-05T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:31:02.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Bloggy II</title><content type='html'>Bloggy II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a close neighbor of Bloggy I, a sudden meteor shower turns the once-peaceful world to a boiling inferno. Most creatures have to hide underground to prevent the falling fireworks from singing their fur. Bloggy II is near its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Bees wakes up, hoping that everything would have restored until then. He observes carefully through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything seems alright today," he believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother enters the room, and says "Beschell, it's time for a school. Yesterday's strange weather is all over, so I hope you can keep that out of your mind."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I've forgotten it already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hurried preparation, he is ready for school. The school is quite close, straight across the blank field of mosses, but somehow he can't forget yesterday's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a streak of light appears in the pink sky, as if another comet had just passed across swiftly. The stroke of brightness moves quickly and hits a nearby planet. The tiny planet quickly disintegrates into tiny threads of glowing red dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something is definitely not right!" he exclaims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-654446319465283929?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/654446319465283929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=654446319465283929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/654446319465283929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/654446319465283929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggy-ii.html' title='Bloggy II'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2797603022773982573.post-4234828495860487606</id><published>2007-03-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:31:02.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy System'/><title type='text'>Bloggy I</title><content type='html'>Bloggy I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning begins with the usual faint pink sky - normal signs of good weather. But there are very few clouds, yet the sky is filled with humidity. Under such an odd atmosphere, Beschell, otherwise commonly referred to as Bees, wakes up in an undignified manner. He is rather surprised by the saturated air, since planet Bloggy I had never rained ever since he was born, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bees gazes through the silica window hoping to cure his curiosity. He sees the normal pink sky, but the high humidity could only occur to him as one but only one explanation. He quickly dresses himself and rushes to the living room, where he notices the unusual number of people in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on, mom?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're awake. Something strange just happened last night. Our neighbors are hiding here because their houses are nearly uninhabitable. You ought to stay inside the house until the power is back," his mom replies hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pays no attention to her mother's warnings, and decides to go out to the field to find out. But as soon as he enters the outdoor air, he is welcomed by a warm breath of moisture, so great that it feels like walking through cold steam. He wanders in the fog for a few seconds until he comes out of it. When he turns back, he notices that the front door was blocked by a miniature cloud. Then he observes the field - it was sprinkled with tiny clouds here and there - which was certainly not what he expects. But there is one thing that he can be certain of - the cause of this abnormal weather. He knows that observing the sky should prove what he believes to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Bees sees a tiny thin filament in the dim sky, which indicates a characteristic presence of the comet Ervy-35 - his predicted cause of the strange weather today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hopefully the fog will disperse tomorrow and the weird weather should end," he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2797603022773982573-4234828495860487606?l=crazibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4234828495860487606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2797603022773982573&amp;postID=4234828495860487606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4234828495860487606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2797603022773982573/posts/default/4234828495860487606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazibe.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazibe.html' title='Bloggy I'/><author><name>Freiddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03865249073406225407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ix7g8J0iac/SKOd8mwlrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dek8XeR0BsU/s1600-R/facets-mini.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
