ÿþ<html><head><link rel="shortcut icon" href="hat_icon.ico" ><style content="text/CSS">h2 {font-family: "Impact"; color: white;}a.comic{font-family: "Impact"; color: white; text-decoration: none}img.falselink {cursor: hand;}td.props {font-family: Arial, "Digital Strip"; font-size: 8pt; border: none}a {color: black; font-weight: bold;}table.bio {border-style: solid; border-size: 5px; border-color: black; width: 90%}td.interior {border-style: solid; border-size: 1; border-color: black; background-image: none; background-color:black;}td.interior2 {border-style: solid; border-size: 1; border-color: black; background-image: url("images/steel2.jpg"); background-color: grey; font-family: Arial, "Digital Strip","Times New Roman"; font-size: 8pt}td.cast {border: none;}</style><title>194X - War sucks, wear a hat</title></head><body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 rightmargin=0 bottommargin=0 onLoad="selecta(); refresher();" link="black" vlink="black" bgcolor="#B0C8D8"><table width="100%" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 border=0 background="images/bg_top2.gif" ><tr width="100%" height="185px" valign="bottom"><td><img src="images/title4.gif"></td><td align="right" valign="top"><table height="100%" border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 width=100%><tr><td><a href="index.html"><img src="images/menu_comic2.gif" border=0></a></td><td><img src="images/menu_cast.gif" border=0></td><td><a href="filler.html"><img src="images/menu_filler2.gif" border=0></a></td><td><a href="fan.html"><img src="images/menu_fan2.gif" border=0></a></td><td><a href="sprite.html"><img src="images/menu_sprite2.gif" border=0></a></td><td><a href="background.html"><img src="images/menu_background2.gif" border=0></a></td><td><a href=http://forums.yosc.net/forumdisplay.php?s=&forumid=500"><img src="images/menu_forums2.gif" border=0></a></td><td rowspan=7 valign="bottom" align="left" width="69px"><img src="images/peep.gif"></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#183078" valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td class="interior" height="190px" width="100px" align="center" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_lada.gif" border=0><td class="interior" height="190px" width="100px" align="center" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_lada2.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Vasilly Pietr Lada<li><b>Rank:</b> General<li><b>Quote:</b> "Goddamnit.. I <b>just</b> got that hat!"<li><b>Bio:</b> Leader of a cavalry unit in World War One, Lada was an enthusiastic supporter of the Communist revolution and rose steadily through the now-Soviet ranks as his superiors were being dragged out of their beds and executed. A cunning strategist with a penchant for headwear, he claims to have survived the purges by feigning incompetence - though this is probably a lie. Currently devoted to "getting those Nazis the hell off my lawn". Since his "lawn" ecompasses the entire Eastern Front, this may take a while.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_pleb.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_pleb2.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Ivan "Plebian" Cossack<li><b>Rank:</b> Private<li><b>Quote:</b> "I'm at the Avaunt Guarde of savage beatings."<li><b>Bio:</b> A near perfect stereotype of the Sovient infantryman circa 194X, Pleb is fanatically loyal, possessed of a casual brutality and the intelligence of a broken stick - though sometimes he does seem to have his moments. Somehow managed to have a one-night stand with Kalisa, an act which may well be the highlight of his entire life.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" valign="center"><img src="cast/nchar_kalisa.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_kalisa2.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Kalisa Natalia Ladovitch<li><b>Rank:</b> General<li><b>Quote:</b> "Then I had his family arrested for treason."<li><b>Bio:</b> An alumni of the Moscow Ballet school, Kalisa left the world of dance for the far less stressful life of a professional soldier. She rose quickly through the ranks due to her inspired leadership and combat flair, and also, like her father, because another round of purges had wiped out her superiors. Intelligent and beautiful, Kalisa is the light of her father's life and has no qualms about using the fact, though she seems content to carefully guide him in the desired direction rather than exerting overt control.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_knut.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_space.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_knut2.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Knut Ivan Cossack<li><b>Rank:</b> Slacker<li><b>Quote:</b> "Trebuchets...bring...paaaain!"<li><b>Bio:</b> A frequent and at times unwilling traveller through time and space, Knut is foolish (or trusting) enough to let himself be the guinea-pig for whatever crazy scheme Ran has dreamed up this week. Uneducated and lazy rather than stupid, Knut's actions in 194X seem to have had a serious effect on the entire space-time continuum - a phenominon he's unfortunate enough to be witnessing first hand.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_death.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_death2.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/char_death3.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Giant Nazi Death Robot, Frostman's Floating Head<li><b>Rank:</b> Vengence Driven Engine Of Destruction<li><b>Quote:</b> "Paper beats rock! Take THAT, Communism!"<li><b>Bio:</b> Dumped in the Time Hole after a party of epic proportions, The Robot Formally Known As Frostman swore to wipe the entire Cossack family from the face of existance, a plan the Nazis were all too happy to help with. With a new paint-job and other, more arcane modifications, the Giant Death Robot is almost unstoppable, Lada's suicidal assault merely reducing him to a far angrier Floating Head form while incidently freeing him from his Paper/Scissors/Rock obession. Because he no longer has any hands.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" background="bg_lab.gif" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_ran.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Ran Cossack<li><b>Rank:</b> Elite Combat Nuciance<li><b>Quote:</b> "There's <b>foam</b> in my <b>brain!</b>"<li><b>Bio:</b> Built by Kalinka Cossack, daughter of Dr XXX Cossack, Ran claims to be an Elite Combat Android that cost millions of rubals to develop. In truth, he was made of spare parts left over from his "Grandfather" 's robots. Unfailingly polite to the point of cuteness with his Mother and Grandfather, Ran is downright rude to Knut (who he's intensely disliked since their first meeting). Wheter Ran lives up to his "Elite Combat" claims is yet to be seen. </bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior" background="bg_lab.gif" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_cossack.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Dr Cossack<li><b>Rank:</b> Completely Mad Scientist<li><b>Quote:</b> "Who's been touching my Time Hole?"<li><b>Bio:</b> The premiere roboticist of the Soviet Union, Doctor Cossack has a large amount of money and resources at his disposal, as well as an almost unprecidented autonomy from bureaucratic control. He's also considered to be only marginally sane, and has an unhealthy fascination with angst-ridden post-apocalyptic ninjas.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_voik.gif" border=0></td><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_voik2.gif" border=0></td><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Vladimir Voik<li><b>Rank:</b> Private<li><b>Quote:</b> "On retrospect, this was a really dumb idea."<li><b>Bio:</b> Once General Lada's personal tank driver, Voik was launched into orbit when the tank exploded, due to the superior aerodynamic properties of his duct-tape secured helmet - which also insulated his brain enough for Dr Cossack to revive him in 20XX. Due to the good doctor having to cut his skull in half to remove his helmet, Voik now possesses "Bad-ass robotic ninja hair", though how mean OR totally awesome this is has yet to be proved.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="200px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_bots.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Cossack-Bots<li><b>Rank:</b> Robot Masters<li><b>Members:</b> Diveman, Pharohman, Skullman (and not pictured; Brightman, Drillman, Ringman, Toadman.. and Dustman).<li><b>Bio:</b> Built by Dr Cossack, the Cossack-bots are the second-most advanced robots in existance, topped only by Ran. Possessing true artificial intelligence, most of them are still not particularly bright, and like Knut, are prone to being used by Ran for experiments.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_part.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Anonymous Partisans<li><b>Rank:</b> Freedom Fighters<li><b>Quote:</b> "What just happened there?"<li><b>Bio:</b> Dedicated guerilla fighters, the Partisans launch strikes deep within German lines, destroying vital railway lines, destroying bridges, and generally harrassing the enemy. Supported by airdrop, they make use of whatever tools and weapons they're issued, or have at hand. In the case of this couple, they were issued a medieval seige engine, a fact that did not deter them from using it to support a Soviet attack with a volley of flying scrap, the Peeper, Knut, and finally Voik. What they lack in efficiency, they make up for in enthusiasm,</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" class="interior"><td height="190px" width="200px" align="center" class="interior" valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_squad.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Suicide Squad <li><b>Rank:</b> Cannon Fodder<li><b>Members:</b> From left to right - Reno, EG, Ian, Aren and Griffin.<li><b>Bio:</b> Forcefully "volunteered" into a suicidal infiltration attempt on a German base, most of the Squad were killed by the Giant Death Robot, though Reno fell to a sniper's bullet and Aren had Knut fall on him. Claims by Griffin's only surviving relative (of the same name) that he somehow survivied the death beams are as wildly innacurate as his namesake's claim of sleeping with Kalisa.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom"><img src="cast/nchar_light.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Dr Thomas Light<li><b>Rank:</b> Slightly Mad Scientist<li><b>Quote:</b> "If I let you use the lab, will you stop hitting me?"<li><b>Bio:</b> Japan's foremost scientist and Dr Cossack's main rival. He once built some robots.<BR><BR>They're all dead now.<BR><BR>...Well, except for one. But he doesn't like to talk about it.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="200px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_aus.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> The Australio-Canadian Alliance<li><b>Rank:</b> Evil Empire<li><b>Quote:</b> "Good work, mate."<li><b>Bio:</b> They struck without warning, the skies of the world filling with their airships, hordes of Cybernetic Attack Lemurs overrunning all opposition, their deadly High-Explosive Double Hockey Sticks and Electric Cricket Bats bringing fear and loathing to all who encountered them. The worst of all that is human, blank eyed killers with a taste for barbeques and indiscriminant carnage, they are... THE AUSTRALIO-CANADIAN ALLIANCE.<BR><BR>So what's <b>that</b> all aboot then, eh?</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="200px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_heads.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Giant Crappy Cyborg 8-bit Floating Hitler Heads<li><b>Rank:</b> History's Greatest Monster - in Crappy Floating Head form<li><b>Quote:</b> "Look! I'm spitting on the homeless!"<li><b>Bio:</b> Appearing in this dimension due to Knut's inadvertant shake-up of the Space Time Continuum, the Crappy Hitler Heads are frequent foes of Ran, taking advantage of any multiversal shenannigans to slip in and torch Moscow. Or take a road-trip to Tijuana. Erratic and sometimes dangerously camp, the Hilter Heads's only weakness is the crappy 32-bit floating head of John Romero, which tends to follow them around, trying to scab cigarrettes and money.<BR>No, really.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="200px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/char_dust.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Dustman<li><b>Rank:</b> Traitorous Cossack-Bot<li><b>Quote:</b> "If you get any stupider, I'm going to self destruct."<li><b>Bio:</b> Surly and highly intelligent, Dustman seems to be playing his own game, using Ran and the other Cossack bots as pawns. Responsible for sending Frostman back in time, his report of the "Flashback camera" breakdown may also be suspect. Most recently, Dustman deactivated Dr Cossack's security measures, allowing the Australio-Canadian Alliance access to the lab, a sign that he may have been reprogrammed by them to act as their catspaw.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_peep.gif" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="bg_sky.gif"><img src="cast/nchar_peep2.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Little peeping thing, "The Peeper", <b>P</b>osition <b>L</b>ocation <b>O</b>rientation and <b>T</b>elemetry device (thanks Jarrod).<li><b>Rank:</b> Secret Weapon<li><b>Quote:</b> "Peep!"<li><b>Bio:</b> Supposedly sent by "some hotshot scientist" in Moscow, the Peeper was actually constructed in 20XX by Dr Cossack as a way of "fixing" the time/space anomalies plauging the multiverse.. though it could be argued that most of these were caused by the Peeper in the first place. A strange little robot with undocumented powers, so far it has demonstrated the ability to generate protective forcefields around at least two people at once, as well as the power to transform itself into a suit of armor with some control over space/time. And if Dr Cossack is to be believed, it also has laser-gun missiles that shoot other missiles. That are on FIRE.</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 ><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="images/spacer.gif" bgcolor="black"><img src="cast/nchar_stalin.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Josef Vissarionovich Stalin (>A8D 8AA0@8>=>28G !B0;8=), Ioseb Jughashvili, Koba. <li><b>Rank:</b> First Secretary of the Communist Party, Paranoid Dictator<li><b>Quote:</b> "You think this is <b>funny?</b> Perhaps you should explain the joke to the <b>NKVD!</b>"<li><b>Bio:</b> Stalin was a Bolshevik revolutionary and a political leader in the Soviet Union. Stalin became general secretary of the Soviet Communist Party in 1922; following the death of Vladimir Lenin, he prevailed over Leon Trotsky in a power struggle during the 1920s and fully consolidated his authority with the Great Purge, a period of severe repression which reached its peak in 1937, remaining in power through World War II and until his death. Stalin molded the features that characterized the new Soviet regime; his policies, based on Marxist-Leninist ideology, are often considered to represent a political and economic system called Stalinism.<br><br>(excerpt from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stali">Wikipedia</a></bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><table class="bio" bgcolor="#E5DFED" width="90%" align="center" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 ><tr width="100%" border=0><td height="190px" width="100px" align="center" class="interior"valign="bottom" background="images/spacer.gif" bgcolor="black"><img src="cast/char_natalia.gif" border=0><td class="interior2"><img src="images/spacer.gif" border=0 width="20px" height="188px" align="left"><BR><bl><li><b>Name:</b> Natalia Lada<li><b>Rank:</b> Sad girl in snow<li><b>Quote:</b> "I will always love you. Always."<li><b>Bio:</b> Wife of Vassilly, Mother of Kalisa. But where is she now?</bl></td></tr></table><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR></td></tr><tr height="90px"><td height="90px" background="images/bg_bottom.gif" align=right valign=bottom colspan=2><a href="http://www.yosc.net/"><img src="images/spooky.gif" border=0></a></td></tr></table></body></html>