It's been well over 800 years since the last time Sloth could remember ever being properly imprisoned. He'd be impressed if it wasn't so disoriented and furious ( Read more... )

A fleet of V-Fighters have been dispatched towards Kreludor. Seems they found out that Parlax was my plant. Not that it matters; all life on Kreludor will be wiped out shortly to stem any insurgencies, AND I have enough kreludite mined from there to last me another century or so. But no need to leave them as a loose end, correct?

Ylana has finally ( Read more... )

The second he's PINpointed back from his curious jaunt through a portal in his gun cabinet, Sloth is hunched over, hugging his left arm to his chest, breathing raggedly. Gormos, and all other personnel, are elsewhere presently, so that leaves the doctor to painfully scream in peace.

Once that's out of his system, it's down to the process of fixing ( Read more... )

Plans are going reasonably nicely as far as my current conquest go. Rumor has it there have been a few snags in the Kreludor civil war campaign, but seeing that the fuse has already been lit on that powder keg by yours truly a few years ago, I'm not terribly concerned about any setbacks just yet ( Read more... )

So it turns out the civilians, or at least a large percentage of them, have escaped. Due to some 'resistance' that's been sitting around on their laurels all these years, waiting for me to turn up again. That part's a little flattering, really ( Read more... )

Things have gotten busy for Sloth the second he was returned to his normal age. Busy with what, most of Neopia is already aware of, what with the sudden, violent retaking of the Space Station they stole from him roughly eight years ago ( Read more... )