Description: In the dirty heart of Metro City, two warriors used to working outside the law engage in the ultimate contest of savagery, trying to quite literally tear each other to shreds and grind each other into paste -- with a twist ending that no one sees coming, and no one watching on television sees, period. (Draw Match)
It's a bit of a homecoming for Poison as she walks the streets of Metro's slums. Not a lot has changed -- to the city planners and safety advocacy groups (and Haggar's re-election committee), this is an unspeakable negative, but to Poison Kiss it's a positive by far. She struts past some kids huddled up at the corner, throwing an extra sway into her hips to guarantee wolf-whistles and crude come-ons from the boys, who seem barely 14, if that. Letting herself betray a small smile, Poison fondly reminisces about /her/ days as a boy that age, working the crack spot like them.
Turning the corner onto 4th and MLK, she spies the camera crew setting up, and knows she's found the spot her Neo League match is scheduled to take place. She hasn't fared well thus far, but she knows better than to think she can work as a wrestling valet for years and then jump right back into winning -- or so she ruminates, as she engages in several incidentallyerotic stretching routines while waiting for her opponent to show.
Poison Kiss?
POISON KISS?!
Okay, so Choi is apparently up against a Batman villain. Oh well. The midget was already at the corner of 4th and MLK, though not in the fighting arena. He was in the crowd, playing off his... fans?
What?
Yes, Choi's aggressive Neo Leaguing actually gave him fans. Mostly the same 14 year olds that like Poison. They weren't after Choi's sex appeal, however. They just wanted to look like someone nasty and tough while at the same time playing off their short stature. Choi is just that- a role model for little kids. And that is nothing but right, isn't it. The little street rats are all scattered about the sidelines, wearing weathered fedoras and mittens with kitchen utensils taped to them. "Go Choi Go!" The called, checking a small bag for various objects they thought would help the midget. The little man sort of... talked at them awkwardly.
He wasn't used to have loud fans, after all.
And then, he shoves out from masses, claws ready. "Seriously, kids, I don't have time to sell you my pictures! After the f- aaaaaaaiaaaaaai. Ai. Aaaaaaaaaaai."
"Aight."
The Korean was immediately captivated by the dobility of the pink-haired woman. Those hips. Those breasts. Something. Something. That camel toe. Funny camel toe, however. But that much be just how...
Choi wolf-whistles, and tips his hat. "Do fries come with that milkshake, or do I need to provide, eh baby?"
"I think even the B.Y.O.B. is a little out of your price range right now, honey," Poison says with a cruel smirk, looking down at the incoming combatant. "Besides, I like the /long/ fries best." She slowly winks, and finishes stretching. "I don't want to feel like I've lost you. Heh."
The tall woman(?) maintains her look of confidence. "I like your glove," she says, cracking her neck and assuming a fighting stance that largely consists of putting her hands on her hips and looking cocky. "I bet you could really mess someone up with those daggers." Poison reaches up and adjusts her hat with both hands, making sure its fit is snug and its angle is stylish; the skull goes a long way to cover up the Nazi connotations of the accessory's style, but not really.
Poison then struts forward, hands returning to her hips. "Wanna try 'em on me?"
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
B.Y.O.B.? Why did she serve beer? Oh, wait, she was making a joke about how poor Choi was.
And then, she makes a short joke.
About Mr. Bounge.
The little man's lusty gaze immediately melts into a cold, static core. Cheeks both scarlet and hollow, the midget lets loose an indignant snarl. "You said the wrong things lady, and trust me. When these babies find you, toots... you'll feel it."
The midget adjusts his hat, and suddenly swipes the air violently with both of his claws. "KYAA HEE HEE!!! YOU'LL FEEL IT!" Choi screeches as he tore apart the very air around him.
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
"Don't get too excited, baby, I wouldn't want you to peter out too quickly," Poison says, with a tinge of a giggle in her voice, clearly amused by Choi's little fit. "If there's one thing I hate... it's minute men."
The clack-clack of heels on pavement stops when Poison halts her advance, just short of Choi's claw-waving antics. "Okay, babe -- let's see if those little legs can walk as big as they talk." With that, Poison moves swiftly, surging forward in a blitzkrieg offensive -- swinging a forearm right for Choi's mouth, hoping to rattle a few teeth!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Poison's Quick Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
Poison charges at Choi, who continues to swipe. The clack clack of the heels, however, causes the midget to stop his blind swiping. As her fists moves forward, the little man... jerks himself aside.
For what speed Poison had, Choi dwarfed it. He was a wily little monkey, positioning himself low to the ground as he moved to the attractive woman's side. He grinned, and let loose a scoff. "Minute men? Baby, call me Barry White, cause I got..."
"...The holding power!"
With the screams of the 14 year old boys, the little man began to spin like a top. Faster and faster he whirled, flattening his claws out. A breeze blew from the crowd... from all directions. And with it came the lightweight trash of the city streets, being sucked into the little tornado. And with that, Choi began to rise into the air, attempting to catch Poison in his whirling bladestorm of death.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Poison with Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Poison
Poison is first tipped off to the fact that this little whirlwind of a clawed dwarf could be trouble when the wind pulls her hat off. It's then that she starts backpedaling, trying to brace herself against the impact and avoid what she can of the incoming assault -- which isn't much, considering that the blades strike true, raking a deep, bloody gash just under her collarbone, severing one shoulder strap of her thin top, leaving it only held on by one strap and the grace of god. Her bicep also catches a hacking, if a less severe one, and with that arm, Poison produces a switchblade from her back pocket -- once she's recovered from the knockback of being torn open.
"That stung," Poison says, licking her lips as if taunting Choi for more. "This might, too." The blade is flicked open and thrown to Poison's uninjuredarm -- and then, with shocking force for such a feminine form, the knife is thrown, blade aimed directly at the Korean criminal!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Poison's Knife Throw.
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Choi 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Poison
Choi's whirling strike aims true, and not only does it manage to tear her a new one, but almost gets her top off. Sadly, the young teen crowd would be left disappointed for now. But don't worry boys. If Choi has anything to say, you will be definitely seeing nipple tonight!
The little man had a few more troubles, however, before partial nudity was unleashed. For example, he is up in the air when the knife is hurled. Slowly unwinding, he manages to catch the knife with his eye.
No, not literally.
The Korean sees it coming, and does what he can only do: twist and break. Whipping his body around, he narrowly slips by the dagger, landing on one palm. He breaks into a roll, whipping along the ground towards Poison. He breaks from the roll, claws out. And with it is his twisted grin.
"Sorry, toots, but you'll need to do better than that... now, how about that OTHER strap!" He coos, giving a subtle hint of fanservice to the crowd. And with that, he dives at the pink-haired lass, both claws out. As he closes in to striking distance, he would unleash a scissor slash, crossing both sets across her chest.
COMBATSYS: Poison interrupts Power Strike from Choi with Bitchslap.
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"Tch," Poison says in self-chastisement as Choi avoids the knife. That was her only one, too. She'll have to remember where it landed in case she needs it later. More important concerns present themselves immediately, however, as Choi dives toward her, claws flashing. "Sorry, lover," Poison coos, even though her cotton top has turned, in large part, red and sticky from the severity of her jagged chest wound, "you haven't even /tried/ foreplay."
Poison manages to step back enough to catch the claws to her stomach instead, leaving firm, flat abs sliced with red lines that immediately start bubbling dark blood, turning her abdomen into a crimson smear. As she takes the hit, though, Poison reaches out -- and, swinging her open hand, aims to teach Choi a lesson in manners via a good, old-fashioned, homestyle slap across the mouth... like Mom used to make.
Choi is the funk.
Poison is the DJ.
Poison has just pimp slapped the funk.
While his claws make some contact, it is only a flesh wound. No, the real nasty thing here is that Choi gets slapped. I mean, more than just slapped. He is sent FLYING, like if Poison's arms were Chuck Norris's legs.
Of course, if they really were, Choi would be dead by now.
The midget scuffles and scraps along the concrete, ending up on the edge of the sidewalk. The crowd cheers, and the little man... tucks up.
Glaring at the pink-haired woman, he rubs his palm along his back. The midget recoils. And then he moves the same palm to his jaw.
Again, he recoils.
"Skanky bitch, if it takes more to knock you off your feet, then catch!" The little man blazes forward, charging Poison at rapid speeds. About halfway there, he leaps through the air. Tucking into a tight ball, he spun forwards as he attempted to bowl up and over Poison, hoping to toss himself in the air for the next aerial strike.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Poison with Hien Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Poison
What empowerment Poison feels from delivering a pride-obliterating bitchslap is rendered moot when a tangle of short, skinny limbs pulled in tight slams into her already-wounded stomach -- leaving Choi's back a bit stickier for the trouble. The impact sends Poison sprawling backward, staggering into some neglected garbage cans, which tip over and clang against one another in a loud clatter.
The upside, at least, is that Poison is able to get her hat back when she pushes herself back up to her feet. She fits it back on, and snarls. "What are you -- some kind of circus freak?" the intermediately-gendered thug asks derisively, before picking up one of the trash cans to hurl at Choi.
COMBATSYS: Choi fails to interrupt Large Thrown Object from Poison with Geketsu Tsuki.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Poison
The little man sails up and over Poison, using her body as a launching point for the air. As she collides with the trash cans, the little man is already dropping from the air. Diving straight for her torso, he was directing his claws straight for her body. Even though the trash can was picked up, the little man just picked up speed, attempting to duck over it and impale her internal organs,
He fails.
HORRIBLY.
Choi impales the trash can, which intercepts him quite well. The man falls awkwardly to the ground, rolling with the trash can once. The fall was the worst part; Choi is pretty delicate to falls when he can't roll with them. He remains there, struggling to free himself from the warped trash can as blood began to trickle down his neck.
"D'you really think you'd take me down on the streets of Metro without a hell of a fight, little guy?" Poison asks with a cocky leer. "I used to fight Haggar himself in this town -- so damn if I'm gonna lose to you."
Poison walks over and picks up her knife, pocketing it, before she walks toward Choi. In a surprising display of sportsmanship, she helps wrench the trash can off of him, although she does this as undelicately as possible. Of course, 'sportsmanship' may be a premature judgment.
Because the next thing Poison does is try to stomp one of her high heels into Choi's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Poison's Heavy Kick.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Poison
The midget sees the approaching street slut, and listens carefully. Hagger. She fought Hagger. Choi narrowed his eyes as he shoved his legs right on the can. As the stiletto heel drove right for the Korean to teach him that he is a WORM that DESERVES to be punished...
He kicks himself free of the can.
Backflipping free, he lands squarely on his feet. Ducking low, he dug his claws into the ground. "So, how many times did you beat him, toots?" Mocked the midget, leering like the little snot he was. And then, he jumped forward, diving down for Poison's legs to lift her up by the knees...
And hurl her to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Poison with Quick Throw.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Poison
Legs snatched --
-- trap flipped.
Poison's tall figure is toppled by the surprising strength of the diminuitive dynamo, causing her to land squarely on her shoulders -- and, in the process, the back of her skull /bounces/ on the asphalt, causing a red stain to slowly grow larger in the midst of her wild pink hair. She is slow to get up.
"Ungh..." she grunts, finally forcing herself up. "Okay. Let's try going leg grab for leg grab." Poison lunges for Choi's leg now, trying to grab just the one and pull him in -- to a knee aimed directly at the most sensitively proportionate part of the midget's anatomy. "Hope you didn't plan on asking me to dinner after this."
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Poison's No Time for Love Dr. Jones.
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Trap flipped? What a strange name. Unless... of course.
Poison was planning this all along!
The midget knocks the girl to the ground, and doesn't waste time. As she gets up slowly, the midget leapt right back towards her, trying to take advantage of her moment of weakness.
Unfortunately, she responds by grabbing him in mid jump. Poison slams him against her knee. Normally, Choi would be left singing to the choir at the 6 million causilties, but he did the smart thing. He used the most stable defense against crotch shots that any man could bear.
Pinching his leg to block it.
It works, somewhat. It is more of a graze than a smash, though his thigh takes an awful bruising. The little man squeaks, struggling. And then, slashing. He tries to bring himself back towards Poison from the grabbed leg, hurling his midget frame right for the Mad Gear's upper torso. Legs trying to latch on, he attempts to have both get a grip around her mid-region. If he could latch on... he would just start driving his claws right into her neck, chest, and shoulders over and over again.
And possibly cut that one strap in the process.
COMBATSYS: Poison interrupts Zujou Sashi from Choi with Knife Throw.
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The one strap is safe -- only through quick thinking on Poison's part when Choi latches onto her torso. Of course, Choi comes nearly close to his personal 'Nazis opening the Ark of the Covenant' moment when his feet getting footholds on her blood-drenched hips cause her cutoffs to shirk down just the slightest bit, enough to expose the thin waistband of unreasonably small panties. So closer comes Choi to knowing true fear.
As Choi's claws rake a slash across her jawline and give her chest wound a bit of cross-hatching, Poison halts his progress -- by the time-tested method of taking out her knife and trying to stab him somewhere between the shoulder and the neck.
Choi manages to get a grip on her blood-slick hips, forcing her tight pants down ever so carefully. Embracing his legs tightly against her body, he brings the claws around to rip open her face... neck... and finally ch-
KNIFE TO THE NECK.
"HOLY CRAAAAAP!" The midget squeals, struggling and squirming on the ground. The knife remains in his collarbone as he falls to the ground. The little man couldn't focus on the moment, he could only flail. And flail he does: blind as possible. He roars. "HOT HOOKER SLUT BITCH GYRO SANDWICH!" And he wildly waves his left claw about, attempting to pull himself up again by digging his claws into her.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Quick Strike from Choi with Backbreaker.
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As Choi charges, Poison lunges, attempting to catch him and slam the little man over her knee -- but instead, she's too hurt and he's too quick, resulting in the claws lashing at her neck, coming dangerously close to outright killing her, and hacking out a sticky clump of blood-stained pink hair. Clutching her neck wound, Poison staggers backward and gurgles, nearly toppling over, eyes fluttering.
Choi finally tears the knife out of his neck. He didn't even notice that his swipe hit Poison; the pain of the knife was more than distracting enough. It was a good thing he did that, though. It probably saved him from a coup de grace.
Putting a palm to his collar bone, the little man stood up, hunched over dramatically. He stared at the pink-haired lass, and spit out a single glob of blood. "You, hussy. You. Keep your panties in a bunch, because we are about to have some fun. Clear away, boys and girls, and keep your eye..." The midget released his palm, and stood on one foot as he hooked his arms around him.
"... The birdie!"
The little man began to spin in place. Faster and faster he whirled, picking up greater and greater speed. Another gust of wind came through the crowd... but it didn't stop. Grey dust and blue energy consumed the midget in the growing cyclone, whirling faster and faster around. The crowd stood back, knowing this as the midget's most infamous super move. The tornado seemed to fight being toppled over away from Poison... but leaned towards her at the last moment.
And then, it drifted forward, attempting to consume her in the whirlwind.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Choi's Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Poison
What does one do when one is about to be pulled away by a tiny twister?
Why, one grabs hold of whatever one can.
In this case, Poison wraps her arms around a lightpost, even as Choi's whirlwind tips toward her and lifts her feet off of the ground. The gale force of his spins inch her shorts just the slightest bit lower, but the thrashing and kicking of her legs manages to prevent her from being sucked in too deep, although her calves are hacked to hell.
When the whirlwind settles, Poison slumps,letting her body slide down the pole limply, struggling to catch her breath.
COMBATSYS: Poison gains composure.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Poison
And as the Storm dies down... Choi is already stopped, cooling off. He lets the whirling winds around him fade back to the heavens, leaving himself to eye the weakened Poison...
And you know how Choi is around helpless injured females.
The little man doesn't make a sound when he scuttles forward. At least, he doesn't say anything. The speed of his actions let the light footsteps of a dwarf clatter, as does the scraping of metal against metal. As she drifts lower, the little man simply attempt to jump through the air... and kick her into the pole.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Light Kick from Choi with Quick Strike.
? Strange Hit! ?
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As Choi advances, Poison forces herself upward, lashing out with an unfocused swing of her fist -- it misses, but in carrying her body, it causes Choi's kick to strike her between the shoulders.
This, in turn, causes Poison to topple in such a contrived way as to smash the cold metal of the lightpost between her legs. "GgGGGGAAAAGHGggHH!" the blood-soaked beauty cries, a guttural and ugly noise. She wheezes and shudders, thighs clamping tightly around both of her hands, as she slowly sinks toward the ground gain, falling to her knees.
Choi manages to knock the little woman into the pole... making her a pole dunce!
The little midget lands back on the ground, observing with sick glee the suffering he had caused. Yes, she was already cringing by the vicious strike against her tender bits. The Korean knew all too well about where a girl is sensitive, and Poison, being all woman, certainly demostrated this!
As she struggled on the ground, the little man started to shuffle... and then pick up speed. He rushed along the ground, clattering with every step. He drew back his claws, both sparkling in the night air, and with a grunt, he attempted to hack both along her back.
COMBATSYS: Poison interrupts Power Strike from Choi with Headbutt.
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"AAARGH!" Poison screams violently as Choi's claws sink into her back, ripping dark red slashes and reducing the back of her skimpy top to tatters that barely cling together, although the pounding bood oozing from her wounds causes the thin fabric to stick to the flesh of her back rather well. As Choi rakes her, though, Poison makes a desperate attempt to fight back.
As Choi's swipe comes to its apex, Poison takes hold of the lamppost and violently shoves herself backward, toward the wee warrior. On her knees and stumbling in this clumsy maneuver onto her half-exposed g-stringed behind, it turns out the crown of her head is the absolute perfect height to sail toward Choi's nose.
*CRACK*
Choi was not in the best of conditions. With his collar seeping blood, his back, legs, and ribs badly bruised, he at least had his face to look forward to in the mirror after the fight.
Not anymore.
The double-claw strike is met with a single headbutt, smashing the pink hair right into the little man's snoz. He howls, a stream of blood scattering droplets as he arcs backwards. He staggers on his feet, refusing to go down. "That does it, bitch. Get ready to eat CLAW."
He charges that short burst forward, claws out. He brings his claws low, jabbing them out... And tripping. He trips. Slipping forward, he flips forward. That doesn't seem like much, at first. But in his front flip, his leg whips around and... he drops his heel right towards Poison's abdomen, attempting to knock that wind right out of her.
COMBATSYS: Poison interrupts Toorima Geri from Choi with Faceplanter.
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Poison can barely even speak in proper words; she's bloodied, battered, ripped to shreds and barely clothed. Ice-blue eyes stare out from a face coated in visceral red. The grime accumulated by rolling around on the street only accentuates this state of bodily disrepair. Before the fight began, Poison inspired lust in those teen boys cheering Choi on; now, as she seems to defy death -- or at least collapse -- with every breath she takes, she invokes only a faintly awed sort of terror.
Choi's kick strikes home. Poison's torn abdomen is struck, causing her to let out a sudden gasp of pain -- but something in her demands more, as if her fighting spirit is enough to push her body past what it should be capable of. To this end, her hands snap out, a bit too late to stop the kick, but enough to catch Choi before he can kick off of her -- and to swing him, by this snared leg, toward the lamppost.
*SMASH*
Choi's phantom kick lands, but at a price. The woman grabs him, and exploits the overextension. He is snatched, and viciously slammed into the pole.
*CRACK*
The midget feels something- several things- break him in. He grows limp, and begins to loosen. He wasn't going to go down like this. He had better things to go for, more important things to go for. He shuddered violently, flailing his claws around blindly again. This time, he had teeth. He gyrated, twisted and trying to rip free of her grip. If he managed to pull free, he would begin to whirl about like a top, and as he fought to stay conscious... destroy her clothing.
That had to work. A nipple. A patch of fur. Anything to give him reason to stay awake. He threw everything he had in the spin, forcing the last bit of his energy to force an attack... Maybe it would carry him over? Maybe it would carry him out...
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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Or maybe it would carry him to oblivion
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Poison with Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
Glancing Blow
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Poison's top is ripped free easily; it's a bloody cotton rag at this point, although the kind that Choi would find rewarding to get his hands on. Her arms instantly come up to cover her chest, although not quick enough to avoid Choi getting a glimpse -- that said, she looks like some sort of hideous blood-soaked prom-night Sissy Spacek, so how erotic her bounty may appear is at the discretion of the individual viewer. In any case, those watching the match on TV are treated to a cartoon image of Ken Masters glaring down at a puppy who's tugged an electrical power cord out of a wall socket (although Ken looks like he cannot possibly stay mad at the puppy). The text accompanying the image reads: "TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES -- HOLD ON, FIGHTING FANS!"
What the viewers at home thus are spared from is Poison saying a very bad word and attempting to kick Choi in the throat with the pointed toe of her high-heeled shoe, arms wrapped around herself as if she were being mummified.
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Poison can no longer fight.
Choi is already passed out, unfortunately. So the chance at raw chesty action was no good. He was blanked out, blind and helpless. Worse yet, he liberated the breasts... and got the boot. The kick drives hard into his throat, drawing blood as he is sent flying backwards into the asphalt.
He just lies there.
Meanwhile, he fans scream in delight, their hero providing what he had promised.
Nipples.
And nipples are why this fight cannot be allowed to continue, as several Neo League producers collectively flip their shit, rushing Poison with towels and jackets and other instruments of modesty to cover her from the prying eyes of some kids on the corner. As they huddle her back to the medics, she suddenly slumps forward, finally losing consciousness; they continue to protect her modesty anyway, because that's the kind of sportsmanlike organization the Neo League is.
Log created on 19:18:01 10/14/2008 by Poison, and last modified on 17:45:48 10/19/2008.