<?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-30100781</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:09:02.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength Feats</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for pics, clips and animations of superfemale performing strength feats.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-3429434856921757726</id><published>2009-01-09T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:58:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!!!!  A new She Hulk????</title><content type='html'>I've recently read a post in She hulk rocks2 yahoo group that marvel is cancelling the She Hulk, only to replace her with a new she hulk.  This "new" she hulk is daughter of Thundra and was created back to her world when Thundra and Hulk kissed and she took some of hulk's DNA back to her world (or time) and created this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5GmOJV6N0M/SWfkOWqwfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FjWPH0VnwkQ/s1600-h/6511header_banner0746526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5GmOJV6N0M/SWfkOWqwfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FjWPH0VnwkQ/s320/6511header_banner0746526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289447222624156674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW do you see why marvel nearly went bankrupt????!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-3429434856921757726?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3429434856921757726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=3429434856921757726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/3429434856921757726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/3429434856921757726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/wtf-new-she-hulk.html' title='WTF!!!!  A new She Hulk????'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q5GmOJV6N0M/SWfkOWqwfAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FjWPH0VnwkQ/s72-c/6511header_banner0746526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-5785164126086704930</id><published>2009-01-09T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:50:24.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry if I took too long to post anything here, but have been busy and forgot my password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I'm back I will be posting more and hopefully that"ll bring some people back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-5785164126086704930?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5785164126086704930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=5785164126086704930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/5785164126086704930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/5785164126086704930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry!!!!'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-5812951430983155543</id><published>2008-02-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:00:01.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here's a story I written some time ago that just popped into my head.  Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="24"&gt;Anger Management&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wearing a black string bikini and sporting a nicely muscled body, Collette was coming from a nearly empty beach, Collette walked angrily toward the street going home.  “I swear that guy’s a jerk!”   Collette just had another argument with her NOW ex-boyfriend about their relationship, so nothing else was on her mind at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;     Meanwhile, a white van was coming from its last delivery stop and was heading back to garage.  Little did the driver know that this would be an event he will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;     Collette still fuming did not even bother to look both ways as she started to cross the street.&lt;br /&gt;     The driver was looking thru his delivery manifest and accidentally dropped them on the van floor.  He tried to quickly pick them up and came back to the upright position just barely in time to see Collette stepping out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;     Collette was stepping out from in front of a parked car, when the white van stopped just short of her, nearly hitting her.&lt;br /&gt;      “Hey, are you crazy?  I could’ve hit you!! Watch where you’re going missy!”  Collette turned to the driver with an angered look “You men are all alike!  You can’t even slow down when someone’s crossing the fucking street!!”  With that, Collette threw down her beach bag and walked up to the passenger side of the van.  The driver was confused and started to get out when he suddenly felt a lurch from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;      Collette reached under the van and when she got a good enough grip, she lifted the side of the van slowly.  Her muscles tensed and her large breasted chest heaved as she wiggled he breasts from side to side as she continued to lift the van off its two wheels.&lt;br /&gt;     “Oh god, please stop!!!  I’m sorry, honest!!!”  But the van kept tilting sideways more.&lt;br /&gt;     Collette was still lifting the van and shifted her stance when her arms were just above her chest.  Finally, she pushed the van over laying it on its side.  Collette then walked back in front of the tipped van to see a shocked driver looking up at her from inside, “now maybe you’ll stop in time when you se someone crossing!” and with that she picked up her bag and continued walking across the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-5812951430983155543?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5812951430983155543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=5812951430983155543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/5812951430983155543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/5812951430983155543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-story.html' title='New Story'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-8885493758140906635</id><published>2008-01-15T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:29:33.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Appologies</title><content type='html'>It seems that I was taken for a chump as the person I stated created those rendered pics was NOT the one who made them, but CDR.  So, as per his request I took those pics down.  Sorry for the mix-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-8885493758140906635?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8885493758140906635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=8885493758140906635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/8885493758140906635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/8885493758140906635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-appologies.html' title='My Appologies'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-7366541432576801284</id><published>2007-01-18T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:08:58.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's whats' going on</title><content type='html'>At this present moment (as of this writing) I am taking college course in the field of Digital Media Communications.  It is 18 months long and with this major, I hope to be able to create some awesome 3D animation clips for you.  As I told Dusty, the school I go to doesn't use Poser 6, but Adobe Animation and Adobe Photoshop.  I may also drop this blog later on in the year and start putting up a website dedicated to 3D animation and artwork.   Here's hoping I do very well and thank you for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-7366541432576801284?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7366541432576801284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=7366541432576801284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/7366541432576801284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/7366541432576801284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/heres-whats-going-on.html' title='Here&apos;s whats&apos; going on'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-116674197557544708</id><published>2006-12-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:59:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This here is part 2 of my story. Enjoy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halves of the Lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trail of the Lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As Snow White sat on her bed, she still couldn’t get over the looks on the dwarfs’ faces when she transformed into the mighty maiden.  She showed them she could fly by taking Doc under her arm and flying high in the air and hovering above to allow Doc to see their cottage from up high.  She showed them her strength by lifting a nearby tree and turning it into logs for the fire with her bare hands.  She even showed how tough her skin was by placing her hands straight into the fire and leaving them there for over a minute and showing them there were no burn marks whatsoever.  The Queen was in the throne room so deep in thought that she paid Snow White no mind, so Snow White went to bed knowing her secret was kept for now.   The next day, Snow White was coming down the stairs when she heard a commotion from the throne room.  She ran to the corner and peeked around to see two soldiers carrying a wounded soldier on their shoulders.  The Captain was bleeding from several places and had an arrow sticking out of his left leg.  The Queen stood up quickly with a look of shock on her face “What’s the meaning of this?!  Captain, what happened to you?!”  The Captain looked up at the queen and told her the horrible ordeal “Your highness, we were attacked yesterday.  The armies of Boringdoor laid siege to us without warning and destroyed most of our catapults and battering rams.  We tried to fight them off, but there were too many.  We were overwhelmed and some of the soldiers were captured.  Only I was able to escape as to come back and warn you.  They are now massing at the outermost borders of your land and will likely attack any day now.”  The queen was enraged to hear this, “They dare attack me?!!!  So King John thinks he can strike a swift, deadly blow to get the upper hand on me?  Ha, I’ll show him!  You there, go to and tell General Stryder to meet me in hear immediately!  Go now!!”   With that, the soldier ran off and the captain was tended to by the royal doctor.  Snow White thought about the incredible things she did and wanted to see if it’ll work on a larger scale.  So she ran out the back way and headed toward the dwarfs’ cottage.  Once there, she saw Happy outside whittling some wood, “Happy, where are the others?”  “Oh Sleepy’s inside….sleeping, Grump’s in the back being grumpy as usual, while Doc and the others took a walk in the woods.  Why?”  “I overheard the Queen and one of the soldiers.  He said the armies for Boringdoor are at the edge of the kingdom and might attack any day.”  Happy now looked distressed “Oh boy I better tell Sleepy and Grumpy and then we’ll try to find the others.”  “Ok, but in the meantime I’ll go down there and see for myself.”  Happy jumped in shock “Oh no, princess.  You better stay away from there, it’s too dangerous for you.”  Snow White looked at Happy with a smirk, “After what you guys saw last night, you really think I’m going like this?”  And with that she backed away from Happy into a clearing and shouted “Shazam!!!”   Yellow lightning engulfed her and she was once again the mighty maiden of power.  “NOW I’ll go have a look see for myself and maybe convince that army that attacking would be most foolish of them.”  Then with the slightest of power she propelled herself into the sky and headed toward the massing army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There were several legions massed by the South Farthing River and as far she could see, there were a number of catapults and strange wagons moving toward the river.  She also saw several bridges being made so the army and their vehicles can cross over.  “Looks like they’re going to attack all right.” She said to herself. “Let’s see if I can talk them out of it.”  She then flew toward the nearest bridge.   Several soldiers were working on the bridge when they heard some footsteps coming toward them.  They all looked up and were shocked to see a girl walking to them.  She stopped just short of the soldiers and was gratified to see the looks on their faces. “Gentlemen, I like the workmanship you’re doing, but I would have to ask you to tell your army to advance no more.”  The soldiers then looked at each other and started to laugh out loud “Are you kidding?  Who are you and more importantly, what do you mean stop our advance?”  She thought about a name she should give herself, so she thought of a good one “My name is Mary Marvel and what I mean is that you will not attack this kingdom.  I will and can stop you by force if necessary.”  The soldiers laughed even louder than before “Listen girl, do yourself a favor, turn around a go back to that tyrant you call a queen and tell her we’re coming and she better be ready for a fight.”  They then turned and went back to work finishing the bridge.  She didn’t move a muscle and looked at the soldiers working on the bridge, “You know I really don’t like the queen myself, but this is my home and I will not stand by and watch you burn it to the ground.  There too many innocent people that’ll get hurt or die so I’ll ask you again to turn back and go home.”  This time the soldier got angry and stood up and faced Mary down and wagged his finger at her “Now you Listen hear, I’m not going tell you again to beat it you…….” Before he can finish, she grabbed his finger and twisted it with ease, hearing the bones in his finger crack and watching the soldier fall to his knees.  “I said turn back and go home.  You will not attack this kingdom today!”  Still holding his finger, Mary walked off the bridge and then released him.  “Maybe this will convince you otherwise.”  With that, she turned toward the bridge, kneeled down and dug her fingers into the space between the ground and the bridge and started to stand up.  There was a loud creaking noise coming from the bridge as Mary continued to stand up and the soldier could not believe his eyes on what happened next.  Mary was at full stand and with a yank, lifted almost three quarters of the bridge out of the water and threw it far away.  She then turned to the soldier “I hope that was enough to convince not to attack.  I would certainly hope that I don’t have to go further with this.”  The soldier started to walk backwards in fright and soon was running with the other soldiers to the encampment.  They soon returned with a cadre of armed soldiers and Mary sighed to herself hoping it wouldn’t come to this.  The soldiers armed with swords and shields and spears came running toward her until they had her corner against the river behind her.  One of the soldiers, a Captain himself, spoke “You destroyed one of our bridges and assaulted a soldier of the kingdom Boringdoor.  You are hereby placed under arrest.  Guards take her!”  As the two soldier moved in to arrest her, Mary rolled her eyes “Ok, I tried to warn you, now face my power!”   Mary took the soldiers’ spear and with one hand, flung the soldier over to the other side of the river and saw him slam into a tree with great force that a huge crack was made in it as the slumped down to the ground.  As she turned back, the other soldier swung his sword against her right shoulder, only to see it shatter to pieces.  Mary grabbed him by his tunic and threw him into the other soldiers and they fell like playing cards.  She started to walk toward the camp as soldiers were trying to attack her from every angle.  She swatted them away like flies as their weapons broke against her tough skin.  One of the soldiers in the camp saw the commotion and blew his horn to warn his comrades of a coming attack.  The army stirred and each soldier grabbed their swords and spears and rushed to where the attack was happening.  Mary was still walking and swatting soldiers away from her until the numbers was starting to become great, then she grabbed, punched, and headlocked any soldier that got near her.  General Gordon was standing some 400 yards away watching in disbelief at the sight of one young girl manhandling a cadre of soldiers and their weapons having no effect on her body.  He ordered the cannons to be at the ready when she came into range meanwhile he ordered his war wagons to charge at her.  Mary now grew tired of this “I’ve had about enough of this!”  She started to run, then was flying straight into the huge mass of men.  On impact they all scattered like leaves as they fell to the ground hard. She continued to do this several times until she saw the strange wagons heading her way.  Mary flew toward them and landed in their path standing ever so rigid with feet planted firmly I the ground.  When the fist wagon came, the harness that held the horses broke against her knees, shot out her arms and stopped the wagons’ motion.  She waited until the horses was far enough away when she slipped her hands underneath and flipped the wagon over off it’s wheels.  Soon she started destroying the other wagons, lifting and throwing them away or into other wagons.  General Gordon was in total shock “How can a young girl like her be THAT strong?!!”  He watched as she took the last of his wagons, lifted it over her head with one arm and walk toward the catapults and threw it against them, shattering both wagon and catapults.  She then proceeded to destroy the catapults in the same fashion as she did with the wagons.  Some she lifted and threw and other she tore apart with her hands.  Mary was feeling exhilarated at the show of power she put on as she ripped apart another catapult.  After she finished off the last catapult, she turned and saw the General standing there by those cannons then walked toward him.  General saw her coming and shouted the order “FIRE!!!”  Several cannons fired and the explosions dancing in and around Mary and the General ordered again “FIRE!!!”   Once again the cannons fired and more explosions hit its mark.  Satisfied with that he ordered the cannons to cease fire, thinking nothing could survive that barrage.  As the smoke cleared the General was again in total shock when he saw her standing there look dead at him still walking until she was face to face with him. Mary spoke to the General “I was hoping it didn’t have to come to this, but you left me no choice. Undoubtedly you saw what I did to your entire army, now you have no choice but to turn tail and head back home.  Saying that, she walked over and started bending each cannon into a knot before she walked back past a stunned and shocked general.  “Let this be a lesson to you, try to talk instead of fighting, you may get better results.  As for the Queen, I’ll deal with her when the time comes.”  Mary then started to fly away toward to dwarf’s cottage as the general looked around at the broken wagons and catapults, and the fallen men and wonder where she got that kind of power from.  What both parties didn’t know was that the entire event was watched from afar by an unknown person hiding in the trees just across the river.  As soon as the coast was clear, he jumped down and got on his horse and made full gallop toward the Queen’s castle. She must be told of this at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-116674197557544708?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/116674197557544708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=116674197557544708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116674197557544708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116674197557544708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-part-two.html' title='Here&apos;s part two'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-116647708697165954</id><published>2006-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:24:46.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another great story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For all the Captian Marvel fans out there, this story should pique your interests.  Enjoy!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halves of the Lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Awakening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midday and Snow White had just come from the forest picking some lovely flowers that she would take to the dwarfs’ cottage later on before they got home.  As she entered the courtyard, she was hoping that she wouldn’t run into her evil stepmother the Queen.  Snow White didn’t know why the queen was so jealous of her, so she tried to stay out of her way as much as possible.  Snow White entered the castle and walked east to where the kitchen was to get a pot to put the flowers in when she stopped in front of the large door that lead to the queen’s lab.  Snow White’s been up there before and the Queen gave her such a tongue lashing and told her to stay away from there or else.  Snow White thought about that for a moment and then looked around to see if anybody was there and then opened the door to go the stone stairs to the lab.  Once in the lab, she marveled at all of the glass bottles with different color liquids and powders in them on the shelves, and the counter by the west wall full of tubes and other things, and also a cauldron in the far north corner.  But what really caught her eyes was stand in front of the only window in the lab that held a very large book.  Snow White went over to read, but the stand was a little too tall for her, so she found a small bench, dragged it over and stepped up to the stand.  Now she can read the book better and started to flip the pages, reading all the spells and incantations.  She didn’t know what some of the words said, mainly because it was written in different languages, but nonetheless continued looking.  She finally got to a page that had pictures in it and saw drawings of a man, some fishes and birds and snakes, and some of water and boats.  The letters were written in a funny language that she couldn’t say but there were six names written in English, one under the other with the first letter of each name bigger than the others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon&lt;br /&gt;Hercules&lt;br /&gt;Atlas&lt;br /&gt;Zeus&lt;br /&gt;Achilles&lt;br /&gt;Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Snow White was beginning to say the first name, when she heard horses in the courtyard.  She went to the window with the bench and saw that the Queen had arrived and was not in a very good mood.  Snow white quickly dragged the bench to the stand and ripped out the whole page she was looking at and placed the book back to the way she found it.  She replaced the bench to it former spot and then ran down the stairs and quietly closed the door behind her when she heard the queen’s voice in the distance.  Snow White ran into the kitchen and hid under the long cutting table as she can hear the queen getting closer until she heard the sound of the big door opening and footsteps going up to the lab.  Snow White was worried that the queen would know she was there, so she grabbed a small pot and ran out the back way and into the forest toward the dwarfs’ cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When Snow White arrived at the cottage, she went to the well to get some water, then entered the house and saw all the dishes piled in the sink.  Snow White immediately went to work cleaning the dishes, making the beds and dusting the place until it was clean.  She then went back outside and sat on a small chair in front of the house and pulled out the page she ripped out of the book and started to read.  When she started to read the strange writings, dark clouds all of a sudden appeared.  She continued to read and the clouds got thicker.  She then read the six names and said the word that was under the list, “Shazam!!!”  She was then hit with a strange bolt of yellow lightning and thought she was going to die, but she started feeling a strange sensation all over her body.  The sensation grew more and more powerful as she was engulfed in the lightning.  Snow White could literally feel her body changing and when the lightning disappeared, so did the dark clouds.  She felt herself to see if anything was burned, but she saw what was an amazing sight.  Snow White looked at her arms and saw that they were bigger than she ever seen them.  Also her legs were bigger too and her chest was also bigger.  She noticed the outfit she was wearing was strange indeed.  It was red with gold lining and she wore a gold sash that was draped around her waist and gold boots on her feet.  Snow White also looked at the white cape with gold lining she wore around her neck and noticed it went a little past the small of her back.  But most of all, she saw an image of a gold lightning bolt on her now large chest and gold wristbands on each arm.  “WOW, I don’t believe this!!!  This is great!!!”  And she noticed her voice was a little deeper when she spoke.  Snow White marveled at the whole outfit and started twirling and jumping until her last jump propelled her into the air.  After a brief moment she stopped and found herself float on air, “I can fly?!!  Yeesss, I can fly!!!!! Yippee!!!!”  She then started headed west away from the castle and started flying high in the sky.  Snow White was very excited as she was passing a gaggle of geese and soaring though the clouds.  She then dove towards the river below and was able to level off just a few inches from the water.  “I wonder how fast I can go?” she said and picked up speed as she left huge walls of water behind her.  After a moment she went straight up, twirling as she slowed down to hover in the air, “that was great!  I never felt this before and it was so wonderful!  I wonder what else I can do.”  Snow White flew back to the cottage and noticed the very big boulder on the cliff.  She swooped down to it and walked around looking at it, “I wonder if I can…..” and then she placed her hands at the lowest part of the boulder and with a surprised look, she easily hefted the huge boulder and held it with her left hand, “WOW!!!  I’m really strong!!!  This boulder must very heavy.  I could never have done this before!  I always thought it was dangerous for this to be here anyway.”  She made a fist and with a swing of her right hand, shattered the boulder into tiny pieces of stone and dust “Even my punch is powerful, this is really great!!!”  With that, she dusted off her hands and flew back to the cottage.  “I can’t wait to show the dwarves what I can do!  They’ll go absolutely crazy!”  She knew they be coming home anytime now, so she had to change back, but didn’t know how.  “Hmm, maybe if I say it again, that would change me, Shazam!!!!”  Again the lightning bolt engulfed her and in moments Snow White was herself again.  Snow White went in the house to prepare the dwarfs’ supper, “I think I’ll show them after supper, they’ll be very surprised.”   Just then, another thought came to her, “if the dwarves will react surprised, I wonder how the Queen will take it?”   Some hours later she could hear the faint singing as the dwarves were coming home from a hard days’ work in the mines.  It was almost time and she wanted to see their little faces when she showed them her surprise.  Doc was the first to enter, followed by Grumpy and Bashful, Sneezy and Dopey and the others. “Well hello princess, how was your day?”  Snow White turned and smiled broadly “You guys are not going to believe what happened to me today, but when I show you, you’ll be shocked in which the likes you never been.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-116647708697165954?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/116647708697165954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=116647708697165954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116647708697165954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116647708697165954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-another-great-story.html' title='Here&apos;s another great story'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-116422621897730657</id><published>2006-11-22T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:39:48.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Story</title><content type='html'>I wrote this some time ago and was waiting to get some poser pics to go with it, but I'll post this story anyway. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                 Active X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                               Part 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los Angeles, March 14th, 1967&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside an abandoned warehouse a scientist takes an illegal drug and creates what would be called a super panic in the drug circles. Dr. Gloria Stewart was a renowned in the medical field until the Viet Nam war took precedence and changed her total outlook. She is now looked at as a drugged hippie who threw her career away for nonsensical ideals of those who don’t vote and never served the country. Dr. Gloria has been working on this for over two years and is close to success. This concoction is basically LSD and PCP with a new ingredient, Melcalate-X. With this mixture, a whole new high will be achieved along with some surprising effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday June 3rd, 1967 3:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was very excited that this will be the first of many usages for her new drug she calls Active-X. She was so tittered that she phoned her friend Laura from the nearby payphone to tell her the scoop. “Hello? Laura? Hey how’s it hangin’ babe?” Laura relied in a sleepy voice, “Ok, nothing’s really going on, you know what I mean?” “Guess what? I got something that will make up for that and more!” “Really? Let me know what the big deal is, Glory.” “Ok, I just made up a new drug that’s going to blow your mind and send you to an all new high, man. I mean this will change everything and I wanted to let you be the first to try it before I let go widespread, ya hear?” In half disbelief, “Oh come on! You mean you made a new drug? You’re pullin’ me Glory.” “No, I’m telling you Laura that this will get you a high you won’t believe. Just come to the abandoned warehouse on Saltic St. in three hours and I’ll show you, ok? It’s not like you got anything else better to do.” “Ok, ok I’ll be there, but this better not be some bullshit!” “It’s not, I guarantee it!!!! See you then, Laura.” Gloria hung up the phone and went back to the warehouse to make final preparations for what will be an interesting night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday June 3rd, 1967 6:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura arrived at the warehouse and entered through one of many openings in the chain link fence that surrounds the complex and entered through the side of the building. The inside was huge with a very high ceiling and in the far northeast corner of the building Laura can see Gloria working behind a counter with lots of glasses and liquids in front of her. “Hey Glory; I’m here, so what you got?” Gloria looked up and replied “This” and showed her a small vial with a greenish liquid inside it. “What’s this supposed to be?” “It’s what I call Active-X and it’s going to give you a new definition of high.” Laura looked skeptically at the tiny vial “Really? And how’s it going to do that?” “Easy, you know after the effects of LSD wares off your body gets sluggish and make you want more? Well, this won’t. The only thing it does is make you real sleepy afterwards. You want to try it?” Laura not really convinced “I don’t know about this. I mean it’s great that you’re trying to get a new drug out there, but I’m not sure I want to try it.” Gloria was slightly frustrated at this “Ok, I’ll tell you what, I’ll take it first, but I want you to promise to get help if anything wrong happens, cool?” “Cool” Gloria went back to the counter, picked up a small syringe and filled it with the green liquid. She then tied a thin piece of rubber around her left arm just above the elbow and stuck the needle in her vein and pressed the liquid in. Almost instantly she closed her eyes and started to convulse and slumped down to the floor heaving heavily. Laura could not believe what she was seeing. She watched as Gloria’s chest began to expand and grow and her arms and legs got bigger and stronger looking. Finally Gloria opened her eyes and Laura saw that instead of green pupils, Gloria’s eyes had a yellow glow and a satisfied smile on her face. Gloria got to her feet and looked at her body, “See, what did I tell you! You won’t believe the high I’m feeling right now. It’s like nothing I ever experienced before. Watch this and then you’ll believe.” Gloria went over to a set of old steel stairs leading to the catwalk above them, kneeled down and firmly placed her hands on the bottom step and lifted the stairs slowly. Laura covered her ears at the creaking noises the stairs was making as Gloria continued to lift them. She had the stairs at chest level and then proceeded to twist them like a pretzel, then finally ripped it from their supports with ease. She threw the twisted heap to the other far corner and turned to Laura “see what I mean? There’s unbridled power running through my veins and it feels real good. Are you now convinced of what I said?” Laura still in awe of what she just had seen “Whoa! That was fucking amazing!! I’ve never seen anything like that in my life!!! How…what….” Laura couldn’t get the words out quick enough to explain how she felt. Gloria held up another vial and said “Now you want to try this?” “Fuck yeah, man!! I mean if that’s the high you were talking about, I want some!!!” “Ok, here you go and enjoy.” Gloria gave her another syringe and filled it with the drug, then tied the thin rubber band around Laura’s left arm. Laura injected the needle into her veins and pressed all the contents of the syringe into her arm. Like Gloria, Laura immediately felt the rush “Oh god!!!! Oh yes! I feel it now, baby!!!!” She too convulsed and was heaving heavily and her chest started to get bigger that it nearly broke her Halter top and her arms got bigger and her legs made her jeans tighter to the point of ripping. Also like Gloria, Laura’s eyes turned from baby blue to the same yellow glow Gloria’s eyes had. “NOW I see what you mean by a new high!” This was the best rush she ever felt in her life, so good in fact that she turned to a large support beam just to her right and walked right up to it and placed her hands around it. She felt the steel beam crumple as she gripped it and started to bend it like it was made of tin and ripped it from the cement floor with ease. “WOW!!! This is great!! I can’t believe I did it!!” Laura stated with astonishment. Laura then proceeded to twist and bend the beam until she made it look like a huge metal pretzel. Dropping it to the floor, Laura looked at Gloria “Now that we’re “high”, what do we do from here?” Gloria gave her a knowing smirk and said “We test it further and I know you’ll enjoy this very much!”. With that both women started to laugh as they knew the night was young and the fun has yet to begin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-116422621897730657?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/116422621897730657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=116422621897730657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116422621897730657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116422621897730657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-story.html' title='A New Story'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-116189107291445821</id><published>2006-10-26T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:31:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice League Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just bought this game two days ago and boy I love it!!!!!!   I just finished a stage featuring Wonder Woman which is playable and I had her picking up cars and huge generators and satellite dishes.  She has her tiara throw and rope tie ups.  This is a fun game to play and I recommend anyone to buy or rent this.  I'll try to post some clips from this game if I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-116189107291445821?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/116189107291445821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=116189107291445821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116189107291445821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/116189107291445821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/10/justice-league-heroes.html' title='Justice League Heroes'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115939404550995924</id><published>2006-09-27T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:54:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.......</title><content type='html'>I just received the Poser 6 software today and installed it.  Now all I have to do is learn how to use it and create the clips for this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115939404550995924?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115939404550995924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115939404550995924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115939404550995924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115939404550995924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='Finally.......'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115749880826745651</id><published>2006-09-05T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:26:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more colored commissions</title><content type='html'>Here are two more commissions I got awhile back that I got around to coloring. These are from Tom Bar-Or, a Los Angeles based artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/W.W109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Wonder woman pic he did for me. If the car looks familiar, it wasn't my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W57.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/W.W57.5.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second one of her he did for me. I wanted to show her arm motion as she's deflecting the bullets. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115749880826745651?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115749880826745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115749880826745651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115749880826745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115749880826745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-more-colored-commissions.html' title='Two more colored commissions'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115740213043183623</id><published>2006-09-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:35:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman in color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W30.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/W.W30.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a re-post of a commissioned pic I had done for me awhile ago, only this time it's in KhanKolor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115740213043183623?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115740213043183623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115740213043183623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115740213043183623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115740213043183623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/09/wonder-woman-in-color.html' title='Wonder Woman in color'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115713187524471491</id><published>2006-09-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:31:15.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Hulk vs. Titania</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here are two pics of sample pages of what I think is an upcoming She Hulk issue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Titania08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Titania08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Titania09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Titania09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115713187524471491?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115713187524471491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115713187524471491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115713187524471491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115713187524471491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-hulk-vs-titania.html' title='She Hulk vs. Titania'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115634701775541037</id><published>2006-08-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:30:17.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/W.W30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just received this commission from Eric Wolfe Hanson. I waited for about 4 months for this pic and it was well worth the wait. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115634701775541037?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115634701775541037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115634701775541037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115634701775541037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115634701775541037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-pic.html' title='New Pic'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115620947300137813</id><published>2006-08-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:20:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have some great news!!!! As of friday 18 August, 2006, I just finished paying off my computer. That's right, this baby's mine now!!!!! So with that said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Phase 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pay off computer&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Completed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Phase 2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Upgrade computer&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Phase 3&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get Poser 6 software&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Completed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon I can start learning how to make animations like Dusty. I already put on hold alot of 3D packs and stuff to make some great animations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115620947300137813?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115620947300137813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115620947300137813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115620947300137813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115620947300137813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-news.html' title='Good News!!!!!'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115290870939711956</id><published>2006-07-14T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:25:09.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fisrt Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DELILAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tuesday, March 10, 2005 12:03am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was three days after the GNC Strength and Fitness Competition at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center in New Orleans, LA when the heist would take place. Delilah and her friend Caty went over the plan once more to iron out all the wrinkles of the job. "Ok, now you know what to do. We went through this months before the show and also right before the show, so we should have this down pat. No mistakes on this or we're goners." Delilah said as she pointed out the areas of operation. Caty took a final look at the plan and knew what to do. Caty was of slim build and not very busty, but what she didn't have in body she made up for in intelligence. Delilah on the other hand, was very busty (40DD), tall (6'2") and muscled (arms meas. 19 3/4"), wearing a black leather tube-top bikini with gold trims. Her hair was dyed black down to the roots (she's originally blonde) and sported a long, thick braid stopping at the small of her back. She also had some metallic arm and wrist bands and for imtimidation purposes, a black eye patch covering her right eye that she'll put on just before they hit the bank. As for the plan, it would go like this: They will drive from the Marroitt Hotel at St. Joseph st. toward Calliope st., on to Hwy. 90 and across the river getting off at Nunez st, going north til they get to Verret st and Berumda st. where the Whitney National Bank lies. Delilah would get out of the car and go down the alleyway that leads from Verret to Seguin st. and wait by the emergency exit. Caty meanwhile parks the car a half a block away on Seguin st. and meet up with Delilahby the bank. They would go in, ignoring the alarm, hit the vault and race to the car and speed off back to the hotel before the police arrives. "Are we ready?" Delilah asks. "Yes, let's go do this." Thus they left the room and went on what should've been an easy job, but then, things don't always go as planned.....at least that's what Delilah was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Numa and Diana sts., Sgt. Danny McConnick and his partner P.O William Staan of the Fourth District Police Dept., was enjoying coffee and talking about the the recent Super Bowl game when the call came over the radio "Car 194, we have a 10-459S at Verret and Bermuda. Whitney National bank's silent alarm was triggered. Do a 10-10 and advise." McConnick picked up the receiver ""Will do. 459S at Verret and Berumda, 10-4. Well, so much for a quiet evening" "It's probably nothing, maybe the sensors are alittle high" Staan reassured McConnick. They drove from Diana and headed east to Verret where they were going to be in for a major surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah got out of the car and headed down the alleyway while Caty took the car to the other side. At this time she was wearing a black leather trenchcoat over her outfit and as she got to the bank's exit, she placed the eye patch over her right eye, making sure noone had seen her. Minutes later Caty arrived with several bags in hand. "Has anyone seen you?" "No, there were very few people, but they were occupied with themselves" "Ok, let's get this over with." Delilah took off her coat and placed her hands at the sides of the door, created a wedge between the door and the jamb and squeezed the door alittle before pulling it right off it's hinges. At that time the alarm sounded as they went in side "Hurry, we haven't got time." They raced down stairs and to the vault area. Delilah grabbed the vault by it's large bars and started to pull at the them. The groaning and screeching sound of metal bending was loud as Delilah pulled harder and with a final tug, was able to ripp the vault door off of it's hinges and threw the door away like a toy. "Get what you can stuff in the bags and then we're out of here." Delilah and Caty began stuffing the bags until no more can be put in, then ran back upstairs and to the exit door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McConnick and Staan had just arrived when they saw two figures emerging from the bank's exit. McConnick got out of the car with his gun out and ran down the alley toward the shadowy figures. "Freeze, don't move. This is the police and you're under arrest. Put your hands where I can see them, now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Delilah was coming out of the door and was beginning to run toward Seguin st when she heard a voice and turned to see a police officer with his gun drawn and pointed at her and the officer telling her to put up her hands. Caty was still inside when Delilah gave her a "stay where you are" look. Now I can have some fun she thought "Ok officer you got me. I'll come queitly, I promise." and started to walk toward the officer. Staan was coming up behind McConnick and McConnick pulled out his handcuffs "Put your hands behind your back!" "Ok" Delilah placed her hands behind her and just when McConnick came close enough to put the cuffs on, Delilah swung and caught McConnick with a vicious backhand that sent him flying into the wall making an imprint as he fell. She look down a t the unconcious McConnick and then turned to Staan walking slowly toward him. "Stop where you are or I'll shot!" "Go right ahead if it makes you feel better, but I warn you it won't work." She continued to walk toward him and Staan fired off three shots. Staan looked in stunned horror as the bullets bounced off her chest "See, I told you so." Staan ran toward the police car and radioed HQ. "This is car 194, I have an officer down and need back up forthwith at the Whitney National Bank. Female, caucasan, 6' 2", wearing black leather bikini and black hair with eye patch on right eye assaulted officer. we need a bus(ambulance) asap!!!!" "That's a 10-4 194, back up and EMS is on the way to your 10-8." At that time Staan turned only to see Delilah standing almost above him. "I could've stopped you from making that call, but I think the more police, the merrier, don't you think?" Then reached into the squad car and with a slight yank, ripped out the radio and crushed it like a piece of chalk. "I'll take that too." and took his radio from his belt and again crushed it in her hand. She then picked up Staan and slapped him few times before throwing him against the wall. "Let me show a small taste of the power of Delilah!" She strolled over to the car, bent down and placed her right hand underneath the vehicle and left hand on the roof and lifted the side of the car with ease in front of a very stunned Staan and proceeded to flip the the car over on it's roof and push it in the middle of the street. At the same time, a delivery truck was coming up the street when the car slide in front of him and the driver couldn't put the brakes on fast enough and crashed into the car, then stopped. The driver was wozzy and coming to when he saw a scantily clad, well-built woman coming toward him. He rolled up the window and tried to restart the truck to no avail. "Like rolling up the window is really going to help you and you can't start the truck." Delilah said as she walked to the side and just behind the cab, placing her hands under the side. "Let me give you alittle lift!" and she lifted the truck, again with ease, and flipped it over. "That should help." as she laughed at the ease of it all. Just then two more police cars showed up. "Great, more to have fun with." The cars stopped and all four officers got out and started fired at her. She just laughed as the bullets again bounced off her chest and then started to run at them. At a certain point she then jumped up and came back down with her hands clasped together and struck the ground with a mighty force that caused the streets to shake and the cars to part, sending the officers diving for cover. She walked up to the car on the right and lifted the front end of it over her head and walked til she had a firm grip of the center and picked up the whole vehicle and threw it into the nearby building causing an explosion to erupt. The two officers tried to jump her from behind, but she threw one off, sending him flying through a store window, and the other she punched repeatedly and chucked him through another store window. She went to the second car and bashed the front end to twisted metal, ripped off the roof and flipped the car into next building. After finishing off the other two officers, Delilah walked up to the sidewalk and pushed over a lamppost and turned to a nearby parked car, grabbed the car by it rear wheelwell and flipped it one-handed on it's roof, then turned to a still stunned Staan, picked him up by the throat and said "Now you've seen but a small example of Delilah's power!!! I can't be stopped by anyone or anything on this earth!!! You will do well to remember this night the next time we meet, IF we meet again and for your sake you better hope not!!!" and threw back against the wall and headed down the alley way and to a waiting Caty and sped off back toword the hotel. "You know, THAT wasn't necessary. You could.ve just knocked them out and ran for it." "Where would the fun be in that? I needed to get some excitment after a "gruelling" competition. Anyhow, they'll be looking for a "Black haired" woman with an eyepatch, not a blonde. By the time they start looking, we'll be out of town."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115290870939711956?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115290870939711956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115290870939711956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115290870939711956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115290870939711956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fisrt-story.html' title='My Fisrt Story'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115288344926774044</id><published>2006-07-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:24:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I wrote my first post here, I mentioned that to help Dusty with the poser art load I had to get over several (3 in all) obstructions that are in my way.   I can proudly say that in two weeks, I will be over obstacle #1 (fully paying for this computer).  I will be starting to look for video cards and other things I need to upgrade this machine and then I can finally get that poser software and create away so Dusty can ease up alittle knowing that he has help.  Also I just written a strength story yesterday and will post it here later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115288344926774044?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115288344926774044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115288344926774044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115288344926774044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115288344926774044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-deal.html' title='Here&apos;s the Deal'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115219470829943737</id><published>2006-07-06T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:17:26.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More F/M Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some more Wrestling, this time it's Sable and she's taking on the Big Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Sable%20Slam01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Sable%20Slam01.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sable showing Big Show some power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/25098237/Sable01.mpg.html"&gt;Sable Powerslam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Sable%20Slam02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Sable%20Slam02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Show being handled like a sack of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/25098386/Sable02.mpg.html"&gt;Sable Slam #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Sable%20Lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Sable%20Lift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sable showing her power!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/25098486/Sable05.mpg.html"&gt;Power Lift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115219470829943737?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115219470829943737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115219470829943737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115219470829943737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115219470829943737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-fm-wrestling_06.html' title='More F/M Wrestling'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115202273688906028</id><published>2006-07-04T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:49:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Hulk Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's some clips I made using the Smackdown vs Raw 2006 PS2 game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/She%20Hulk%20lift.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/She%20Hulk%20lift.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here, She Hulk teaches Jimmy hart a lesson about opening his big mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/11606561/She_Hulk_lift01.mpg.html"&gt;She Hulk Lift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/She%20Hulk%20slam.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/She%20Hulk%20slam.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Hulk drives the point home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshre.de/files/11606888/She_Hulk_lift02.mpg.html"&gt;She hulk Slam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115202273688906028?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115202273688906028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115202273688906028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115202273688906028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115202273688906028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-hulk-wrestling.html' title='She Hulk Wrestling'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115194900922675979</id><published>2006-07-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:50:09.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Poser clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These two are clips I had for some time and are among my favs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Golfhigh2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Golfhigh2.4.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This clips shows a busty bikini-clad babe "lending" a hand to fix a flat tire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/24818953/golfhigh.asf.html"&gt;Helping Hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/Hercuhi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/Hercuhi.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's another of a very muscled babe using this car to do some rep work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/24819094/hercuhi.wmv.html"&gt;Rep work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If these files don't play for you, I would suggest getting the VLC media player.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videolan.org"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.videolan.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115194900922675979?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115194900922675979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115194900922675979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115194900922675979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115194900922675979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-poser-clips_115194900922675979.html' title='Two Poser clips'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115187649304718892</id><published>2006-07-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:44:20.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fisrt Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All right, thi is my first time owning a blog so here it goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this because of Dustybottom and his blog site and he mentioned how we should start doing some posers art to help spread the load. Well, I'm now officially stating that I'm going to take up that challenge. But before the fun starts, I have a few phases to go through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phase 1&lt;/span&gt;: Finish paying off this computer of mine (it'll probably be by early August).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phase 2&lt;/span&gt;: Upgrade the computer (video card, DDR memory, cpu(?)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phase 3&lt;/span&gt;: Purchase Poser 6 software and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this of course will take time and money, but it will be done, that I promise. When it is, you'll be seeing some good poser clips like Dusty's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115187649304718892?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115187649304718892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115187649304718892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115187649304718892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115187649304718892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fisrt-blog.html' title='My Fisrt Blog'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30100781.post-115168699982483990</id><published>2006-06-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:01:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fist pic uploaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was just to see how the image upload works. This is by far my most favorite Wonder woman pic. The artist is Calvin Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/320/W.W126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30100781-115168699982483990?l=strengthfeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/feeds/115168699982483990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30100781&amp;postID=115168699982483990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115168699982483990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30100781/posts/default/115168699982483990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strengthfeats.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-fist-pic-uploaded.html' title='My Fist pic uploaded'/><author><name>Purlpe Haze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01688552963019339176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/3221/1600/W.W126.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
