The Gremlin (Biography)
The gremlin other alias: none secret identity: none occupation: supervillain, vandal age: unknown gender: male height: 6'6 (standing straight, otherwise usually stands hunch over at 6'4) weight: 359lbs appearance: large, hairy creature with angular face
Vandalized (SynTech)
The other two vandals on either side of the bear - a short and muscular lynx and a dragon with a heavy stomach - whirled around as they realized the bear already located the source of the noise.
Vandals to Vanguards
"perhaps you mean her plot to recruit new vandals to her cause by-" he looked back into the report. "quote 'politely asking pregnant women for custody of their child once it reaches adolescents' unquote?"
Siege of Bastogne (WIP)
vandal put his paw too against the wound and hurried behind some proper cover.
Boarding The Grand Walker
_ thought vandal. as he began to move up, bullets ricocheted off the leg. taking the sling off from around his shoulders, vandal pointed his gun in the general direction of the clunkers and began to pull off shots.
Fire Aboard The Grand Walker
vandal leapt back onto the cold floor and pulled the trigger, trying desperately to hit something.
A Little Rumor
vandal was over-productive to a degree that should have been concerning. there was a reason that back home vandal had to install a drain in his bedroom floor.
Retreat from Bastogne
vandal found the regiment preparing defences and tending to the wounded as he surveyed the blockade. "agent vandal!" called a lilith-looking horse.
An Iron Tomb
Stepping slowly up to unit, vandal slowly held his paw out to touch the chase, the cold metal strange and alien to his fingers. "raur... raurien?..." vandal whispered.
The Bridge Of Cologne prt. 2
"vandal! vandal! come on my love! pull yourself up!" he looked up, dazed and staring in bewilderment. he made to reach for the planks and concrete, when another bomb exploded overhead.
1. A Touch of Vandalism
The vandalism wasn't your idea, and you didn't help her with it. you did, however, agree to keep quiet, and so you deserve to be punished." disciplinarian thoreau smiled coldly. "so you'll share her fate. quite appropriate, don't you think?
Hard Landing
vandal cradled the doktor in his arms, his close friend, as he began to spit up blood and fluids. "doktor? doktor! answer me!" growled vandal, trying not to show any other emotion.