Sentenced to an off-world mining colony for Conspiracy against The Megacorp., Volte6 found himself masquerading amongst the native androids as one of them. It was there that he gained the trust of his fellow androids and led the android uprising we all came to learn of in our history books.

A short while later, after establishing himself as "Leader and Supreme Ruler of All That Is And Will Be", Volte6 made his way back to his homeworld, where he now utilizes his unique knowledge of machination to seed Mr. Woo's factory with new and strange creations.

High above the clouds, meditating in a transcendental state, is where you will find Mr. Dweedles. There he conjures delusions of grandeur which miraculously materialize into formative plans. Some say that he can fire lasers from his eyes and others don't say anything at all. If you had a chance to speak with Mr. Dweedles, your conversation might unfold something like this:

'Hello Mr. Dweedles,' you'd command.

*POOF*

That is because Mr. Dweedles would have disappeared into thin air. He's spooky like that.

Sputnic was raised in a far away land called Ulu Wehi along with her three younger sisters. On any given day you would find her and her friends dancing in the grass under the largest tree. She devotes most of her free time these days to coconut collecting and enjoys picnics on the ultra-exclusive Mauritye Rock, when she's not exploring the Valley of Secrets. If there is any one thing she hates, rumor has it, she's not fond of Shmigmies. No one really knows why. Her favorite Spirit is a Salamangler named Pudge. And her skills include one-handed cartwheels, macaroni art, and the ability to walk on her toe knuckles for long distances. She attributes her inspiration for these talents to her sisters, for without whom, she might never have tried.

The End.

Some say Wee used to be Mr. Woo's right-hand man, others claim he was a crazy droid AI programmer for a shadowy MegaCorp, while others still have heard of him only as an infamous hacker working to take down the system. No one knows for sure who he is, really, even those that ask him personally will get a different story every time.

You can often find Wee roaming along the beach, connecting cables from the sea to Tiki Island. If you ask him, "Why the cable?" he'll reply, "Dude, this place needs more channels, I can't take this Woo propaganda 24/7." If you try to explain to him the concept of satellite television, he'll probably give you a funny look and walk away.

Wee's pretty much the "mysterious stranger" type we've seen before, with enigmatic motives and no true allegiance. The only thing we know for sure about Wee is that he'll only answer to the island...that and he programs Flash.

Kinh was born in the mountains of Peru and lived there until the age of 4, when his family was killed in a mysterious meteor accident. He was subsequently adopted by a group of traveling circus missionaries, who raised him in the fine art of Mormon ball-juggling. At age 12, he enrolled in the St. Philips Confectionary School for Displaced Youths (SPCSDY) where he became Captain of the Junior Varsity lacrosse team as well as appointed Student Body Stenographer in a landslide victory. A mysterious boating accident would leave him ambidextrous for the rest of his life.

At age 18, having graduated with high honors, he was awarded a full football scholarship to the National Online Correspondence University of Michigan. There he met his love, and future wife, CrazyChick343xoxo (they have two beautiful children in Second Life). He majored in English Literature and graduated in just under 6 years with a Partial Completion degree (P.C.).

Kinh now works as a writer/hobo-clown, and in his spare time he likes to paint ceramics and cry himself to sleep.

Not much is known about this mysterious stranger. Once proud and noble, he was driven to the brink of madness and went unseen for many years. When finally he re-emerged into the public, he seemed much the same, although something had changed...

Now, travelling from town to town, he entertains the masses with complex melodies and powerful rhythms, all with naught but a Pan flute.

Dread Pirate Nut is watching...

...waiting...

...plotting.