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Turn 1

The madman known to the world as Dr. Horrible conducts a daring raid on his former workplace, Cal Tech. Not only do his minions retrieve some mysterious substance known as ‘Wonderflonium’ from the laboratories, but suffer no casualties whatsoever! (+5 infamy; Wonderflonium obtained)

A spate of poisonings break out across the United States of America, as hundreds of people’s bodies shut down. ARMOR’s investigation quickly reveals that the Evil Genius known as Dr. Coma is responsible, and that he had managed to achieve such widespread attacks by dumping mutagens into several different water reserves across the entirety of the nation. With ARMOR unable to prevent the killings, and none of Dr. Coma’s minions being captured, the comatose Doctor’s name quickly spreads throughout the international community. (+10 infamy)

While ARMOR reels from the poisoning fiasco, it ocmes to their attention that a number of homeless people are disappearing from many of the major cities. At first they decide to ignore it, but when it comes to their attention that Dr. Coma’s minions have been spotted around a number of the homeless people before they disappear, they quickly get to work. ARMOR is shocked to find that Dr. Coma has managed to successfully abduct dozens of homeless people and successfully brainwash them to be his loyal servants. ARMOR initates a sting operation that captures a number of Dr. Coma’s minions. Using rather forceful interrogation techniques, ARMOR learns where the Doctor plans on striking next, stopping the kidnapping scheme before it could begin in earnest. (+5 infamy; +20 minions.)

Dr. Coma miscalculates, however, when he orders twenty of his minions to travel to South America and attack a number of different oil refineries, all of which are under the direct protection of METAL. METAL, already on the lookout for any signs of Dr. Coma’s minions due to ARMOR’s warnings, caught wind of the plot before it could be executed. While the minions arm themselves for the upcoming attacks, METAL conducts an assault on their temporary HQ and kills over half of the minions present, while capturing the other half. This devastating loss does much to improve METAL’s prestige on the international stage, while also taking some of the gloss off Dr. Coma’s earlier victories. (-20 minions; -5 infamy)

In an unexpected turn of events, EDEN quickly finds itself having to deal with the complete demolition of the famous Italian museum ‘Museo Nazionale Romano’ (National Roman Museum). Despite the museum being split into different branches, scattered throughout Rome, all are bombed, with each crime scene holding a single paper note with a smiley face on it, to suggest who had committed such an act. It does not take them long to lay the finger on the madman, Clownface. (+5 infamy)

Clownface goes down another unpredictable direction by forging links with a number of Drug Cartels in Mexico. While many of the larger Cartels are unwilling to meet or deal with the grinning maniac, Clownface does succeed in establish some profitable connections that earn him a tidy sum of cash. (+ $20m)

The strange organization known as the Eye of Horus begins to buy up media outlets throughout the United States. While it still lags far behind some of the huge global networks, the Eye of Horus has undoubtedly become a significant media source. All of the media outlets bought by the Eye of Horus continue their regular programs, albeit with regular breaks to broadcast pro-Horus propaganda. (-$75m; +5 infamy)

From the new hub of Eye of Horus News, a special antenna is constructed, which ldous Redshield promotes as being a symbol of modernity and efficiency. Once the antennae is completely constructed, it immediately begins to transmit signals to all of the TV sets that are tuned onto its channel. Those who were watching Television at the time become significantly more sympathetic to the Eye of Horus, with a number of people rushing to join the organization. Not only does the Eye of Horus gain many new members, but it also receives a huge boost in public funding. (+5 infamy; +$40m; + 30 minions)

The man known simply as William Green is detected by ARMOR operatives as he busies himself in the Coral Sea, off the coast of Australia. While the ARMOR operatives keep a close eye on his activities, by the time they decide to launch an operation to take him down they find that he has disappeared. Confused and humiliated, ARMOR sweeps the Coral Sea for several days before returning to land, figuring that Mr. Green was long gone. Little did they realize that William Green was now safely ensconced in his freshly constructed underwater base, the new command center and research facility for Aesir. (-$75m; +5 infamy; Underwater base constructed)

While the ARMOR operatives return to their stations, their failure still in their minds, they receive information that numerous radio stations are being hijacked by an unknown assailant. It is only when the hijacker begins to transmit their own material over the airways that ARMOR realizes, with a sinking feeling, that it is William Green’s organization, Aesir. The hijacked stations broadcast warnings and threats from the Aesir group, stating that a grand attack will occur next year, on June 22nd. Minor panic occurs throughout Australia as the agents of William Green slip away, the name of Aesir on everyone’s lips. (+10 infamy)

Green, pleased over his latest successes, orders 150 minions to disperse across Australia, to seize control of several different military bases. However ARMOR, which was in high alert, caught wind of the planned attacks not long after the minions made land-fall. The end result was catastrophic for Aesir, and for William Green, as dozens of his minions are either killed or captured, the rest scattering before returning to his lair, and his freshly won infamy being depleted. (-50 minions; -10 infamy.)

The Hagia Sophia is visited by a strange looking man, who proudly refers to himself as the Pasha. He prostrates himself there, praying to God for success in his endeavours. This act of piety earns him the respect of some of his more religious followers. (+5 infamy)

What the Pasha had prayed success for is quickly discovered, as a man who was identified as being one of the esteemed Pasha’s lackies attempts to destroy the main EDEN outpost in Turkey. The man had attempted to detonate a bomb he had strapped to his chest, but had been shot full of tranquillizers and interrogated. EDEN agents quickly use the information they get out of the man to conduct several raids on areas the Pasha owns or controls, disrupting his income and causing him to lose face. (-5 infamy; -$10m)

Deep beneath New York cities, in the squalid sewers that twist and turn beneath the burgeoning metropolis, the man known as the Rat King dispatches his ratkin minions out across the city to conduct numerous petty crimes. His trained rats manage to pilfer numerous items of value, and the Rat King gains enough money to make himself a respected surface-dweller, if he could ever bear the thought of leaving his beloved ratkin. (+$5m)

With his newly boosted funds, the Rat King comes up with an ingeniously insane idea. He will genetically alter his ratkin into something greater, something that the world will learn to fear. Ratmen. Taking advantage of the toxic environment of the sewers to work in peace, the Rat King manages to construct, after many months in isolation, an elixir that causes the rat injected with it to undergo a drastic transformation, changing into a furry two legged creature, with unswerving loyalty to their father, the Rat King. (-$10m; +5 infamy; Ratmen successfully created)

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Some of the Rat King's newly created Rat Men.​

The rather unusual man who had taken the name ‘Captain Obvious’ came up with a devious plan as he worked in his coffee store during peak hour. A number of the men and women who come in are rather important individuals at several companies, and some are even from political circles. Deciding to take advantage of this opportunity, he has the coffee of these people spiked with a powerful addictive substance. As they consume more and more of his coffee, he subtly drops the hint that he would appreciate it if they brought in their peers and superiors. Soon Captain Obvious’s café begins to cater for a clientèle of the powerful and wealthy of London. Profits sore, and the Captain’s reach begins to extend. (+$10m; +5 infamy)

The alien being, who has taken on the alias of Charles Hawkins, attempts to dominate the energy market by beginning to produce a new source of clean energy. Competing with the huge oil companies, Charles Hawkins manages to successfully start up an independent energy company which proudly boasts that it will revolutionize the way the world works. (+$10m; +5 infamy)

On a more covert note, Hawkins attempts to create a virus capable of breaching any human computer, regardless of its location on the planet. While work at first seems promising, Hawkins plan was detected by ARMOR agents who counteracted by launching a virus of their own making into Hawkins computer systems. All progress made on the virus is lost, costing the alien commander not just time and money, but also respect. (-$5m; -5 infamy)

With the results in America being mixed, Hawkins decides to organize a raid overseas on North Korea. Equipping eighty of his minions with their advanced technology, and putting his trusted henchman, Jerthia, in charge of the operation, Hawkins is confident that his attack will not fail. Soon enough Jerthia returns with the commander’s minions in tow, along with a healthy haul of North Korean weaponry. A dozen minions had died in the attack, but overall it had been successful. (+5 infamy; -10 minions; North Korean weapons attained)

Chaos breaks out in the Soviet Union as the trans-Siberian railway is sabotaged while a large cargo train, full of munitions, is travelling on it. The stunned survivors of the attack manage to group together, just as strange figures appear in the smoke. Bullets begin to fill the air as the train crash survivors come under fire, the figures in the dark revealing themselves to be men armed with AK-47’s and the latest combat gear. While the survivors put up a brave fight, managing to gun down over two dozen of the enemy, they soon overwhelmed. The attackers loot the train of all its valuables, and it is only days later, when a patrol finally comes across the wreckage of the train, that a number of the dead attackers are identified as being minions of Dr. Sweineinstein, the Evil Genius. By the time the realization had sunk in, the Doctor had already managed to send the cargo of weaponry to numerous black markets through the USSR. ($10m; -25 minions; +5 infamy)

The eccentric madman, known to the criminal underworld as ‘Mr. Whist’, attempts to hire a broker to be his face in the Egyptian black market. Unfortunately for him, the broker he hires is actually a METAL undercover agent, who reports all of Mr. Whist’s requests and ideas back to his superiors. Before Mr. Whist can make any arrangements in his favour, with the Egyptian black market, METAL launches a sting operation that claims many of Mr. Whist’s minions, and almost the Evil Genius himself. Escaping out a window, and fleeing down the street like a common criminal, Mr. Whist narrowly escapes the Forces of Justice. (-30 minions; -5 infamy)

Irritated with the lack of success in Egypt, Mr. Whist decides to expand his gaze to the entirety of North Africa. The mastermind plots to infiltrate local police stations throughout the region, particularly in Morocco and even Egypt, despite his earlier failure, with the goal of having lackies of his own in charge of such areas. However, like his previous attempt in Egypt, the first men Mr. Whist hires to begin the infiltration of the police stations turn out to be METAL agents. The results are just as devastating as before, with Mr. Whist once again being forced to flee. With so much attention from METAL on his activities, Mr. Whist is forced out of METAL controlled territories and has no choice but to try and operate in areas less fraught with danger. (-40 minions; -10 infamy; Mr. Whist unable to operate in METAL controlled areas for one turn)

The Russian bombshell, known to the world as Scarlett, begins a ruthless campaign to seize control of Leningrad away from the Soviets. She goes about this by methodically buying out all of the officals she needs to adequately control the city, whilst killing off those who try to refuse her. Scarlett’s strategy pays off as by the end of the year, she has managed to successfully seize control of a significant portion of Leningrad. (+30 minions; +10 infamy; Leningrad 1/3 controlled)

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Leningrad slowly drifts to be under Scarlett's control.​

With Leningrad coming under her control at an alarming rate, Scarlett directs her attention to international affairs. Seeking to take advantage of the natural aminosity between the USSR and the USA, Scarlett uses her lackies in the Soviet government to draw Soviet attention towards Japan, and several of the islands that the Soviets lay claim to, and away from Europe. With tensions increasing between the USSR and the USA, as the Soviet super power belligerently demands the cession of the islands it desires, Scarlett rejoices with the lack of attention on Europe by the two super powers. (+5 infamy; USSR focus now on Japan, not Europe)

The supervillain known as Dr. O’Malley decides to begin researching the creation of a weather control device that could be implanted within the body of someone, or something. The research is astoundingly successful, as the Doctor soon realizes his goal of creating a Weather Control Device. Word of his achievement earns him praise throughout the criminal world, but what he plans to do with such a device is unknown. (+10 infamy; Weather Control Device constructed)

With his Weather Control Device successfully constructed, Dr. O’Malley turns his gaze to the establishment of a new base of operations. After scouring the world, the Doctor decides on settling in Eastern Africa. Choosing the state of Mozambique to be his area of operations, Dr. O’Malley finds that funding the construction of a secret lair, in such a technologically impoverished part of the world is quite costly. (-$20m; Lair in Mozambique established)

Dr. O’Malley, once he finishes construction of his new lair, decides to do a strange about face and conduct a raid on a prestigious American research facility. What the Doctor stole is hushed up by ARMOR operatives, but what is known that Dr. O’Malley successfully retrieved whatever he was looking for. ($-35m; +5 infamy)



Looting the Land of the Pharaohs

It is midnight in Egypt, with METAL special operatives keeping a vigilant eye on the newly excavated tomb of Antony and Cleopatra. As the guards switch shifts, an enemy silently creeps amongst them.
Red eyes glow from the shadows, and the patter of little feet catch the attention of one of the METAL guards. Drawing his gun, he boldly points his flashlight into the darkness of the night, ready to deliever justice onto those who would try and meddle in the affairs of METAL. He deflates slightly as all he uncovers is a few rats, who squeak and shrink away from the light. Sighing, the man puts his gun away, only to desperately wish he had kept it drawn when a ravenous pack of rats swarm over him, their sharp little teeth rendering the agent to an unrecognizable carcass in mere seconds.

Out from the shadows slinks the elusive Rat King. Petting his ratkin to show his thanks, he directs his rats to scout further ahead. Following the Rat King are the agents of Dr. Coma, William Green, and Captain Obvious. Waiting for several minutes, the ratkin of the Rat King report back, and soon the rodent-loving super villain is able to tell his colleagues that the diversion engineered by Mr. Whist has been successful. Whilst Mr. Whist’s earlier involvement in METAL controlled countries had been disastrous, it had allowed an opportunity to arise for the supporters of Dr. Klein’s plot. With METAL agents obsessively seeking out Mr. Whist, ravenous for more victories to spread the name of their organizations, and increase their budgets, the recently uncovered tomb was severely undermanned.

It required next to no effort for the Rat King, and the minions of his peers, to overwhelm the pitiful defences put in place by METAL, and within an hour of blood-letting, the site was theirs. The tomb of Antony and Cleopatra was breached, and all of the ancient valuables lay there for the taking. The golden sarcophagi of the two entombed lovers were claimed by Dr. Klein as being the items he desired most. The rest of the loot in the chambers, the ceremaic jars, the heavily jewelled furniture, the fantastic murals, and anything else that caught the eye of Rat King and the other Evil Geniuses minions were stolen. Within ten minutes the tomb was looted bare by the greedy megalomaniacs, and it was with great love that an agent of William Green’s criminal organization, Aesir, set-up the explosive devices.

Retreating to a safe distance, the tomb raiders watched as the entirety of excavated tomb was blown to bits, the ground shaking from the force of the explosion for miles around. Disappearing into the night, the men took pride in the chaos they had sown in Egypt, and the incompetency they had revealed in METAL. Their names were bellowed in the United Nations as nation after nation sought to condemn the Evil Geniuses, vowing to see them dead, while their bank accounts burgeoned, bloated by the sold off loot that they had not kept for themselves. The desecration of the tomb of Antony and Cleopatra had been a resounding success. (The Rat King, Dr. Coma, William Green, Captain Obvious and Mr. Whist all receive; +$200m, +20 infamy)

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A picture of the partially uncovered tomb of Antony and Cleopatra, shortly before it was destroyed.​
 
((Sorry for the late update everyone, I've been rather sickly the last few days.

Also, I did not receive any orders from the following people:

Clophiroth
Watercress

Failure to send orders for two consecutive turns will result in the offenders being be kicked from the game.))
 
" Our plot in Egypt has been an astounding success. I say, we should this more often, like we did in old times with Dr. Eduard on the... subjects!
 
Now my loyal minions, and my-not-so-loyal-those-who-will-be-minion-or-dead-in-the-future ones. Now that I control the money needed for making more evil and genius plans, I shall rule the world! The Far East of Russia will fall to my control soonish, and I shall turn it into my personal paradise! Huzzah!

- Sweinenstein
 
"MwaHaHaHa! mwAhha! Ha!

So that's coming along well. Soon the world will see the full impact of my research! The dishonest faculty of this country's so called 'research' institutions have suppressed the truth for too long! Now that I have the precious Wonderflonium my work can finally resume."
 
((Frickin forum ate me post! The following is a rewrite.))

"Ahahaha! My Weather Control Device has finally been rebuilt!", said O'Malley as he stood in the lab within his South-west African Island Base. The lab itself was large and white, with a pedestal in the middle upon which the Device had been placed. Stairs ran along the walls, and it was cluttered with different kinds of doomsday devices and machines which obscured its sickening whiteness, so ... it wasn't that white.

"Yes, now we can have sunny weather all the time!", said Dufresne.

"Shut up, you fool! I am going to use this device for my Evil Plans", said O'Malley, "not to provide lighting for the beach!"

"Aw"

"And besides, it is always sunny around here!", said O'Malley. He turned and walked up a staircase so as to be level with the pedestal. "I just need those two D batteries, and then the universe will be MINE, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaa... ... ... now where is Wyoming?"

"He's probably still at the gas station", said Dufresne.

Just then, a voice coming from the lab entrance said the following, "Jolly good day, mate! So sorry about the delay, but there was some kerfuffle on the way. Some plebs were out on the beach and shouting about ... well, whatever it is that they were shouting about. But that doesn't matter, they're brown bread", said Wyoming as he entered. He had a package of batteries in hand.

"Excellent!", said O'Malley, "Hand those batteries over to Lopez". This was accompanied by a finger pointing at a rickety chair beside the pedestal, upon which the head of Lopez was placed.

"Righto, mate!", said Wyoming, and put the package in front of Lopez's visor. "I'll be out and about, just call me if you need anything. Ta-ta!", said the Bounty Hunter as he walked out of the lab.

"... what were those fools doing on the beach?", said O'Malley.

"Oh, probably just admiring our evil lair now that we've made it nice and tidy. I told you that you need to think about re-sale value", said Dufresne.

"Quiet, you fool, our plan is to rule the world, not to invest in real estate", said O'Malley.

"Hey, you need a backup plan"

"Get out of my head!", said O'Malley, visible shaking his head in irritation.

"Technically, it's my head, but I don't mind-"

"SHUT UP!", said O'Malley. "Lopez, how is progress going on putting in the batteries?"

"Sólo para sentir de esa manera. ¿Por qué no eliminar la energía de la batería en su lugar?", said Lopez.
((Translation: Fine. Why did you not remove the D batteries from the construction and replace them with an internal power source?))

"That's your job, you fool!", said O'Malley, "Why did you not cut them out?"

"Ustedes son los cerebros de esta operación, sólo soy el músculo. El nombre de la ciudad."
((Translation: You are the brains in this operation, I'm just the muscle. You wanted it to be as it was before.))

O'Malley just sighed in irritation, and started walking down the stairs. "Now how is the fortress lair coming along?"

"Pero esto no es malo. Tenemos gran couronné des en el este de África."
((Translation: Fine, as well. We will soon be able to conduct large-scale operations in Eastern Africa.))

"Excellent work, Lopez! Now how is that robot army coming along? And I want them to move faster this time!", said O'Malley, rubbing his hands together evilly.

"Hay dos lunas llenas. Nueva grasa mala de Canon es lo que necesita."
((Translation: It is already finished and at the new base. They are also equipped with your new Evil Rifles of Doom™.))

"Excellent use of that trademark sign, as well, Lopez", said O'Malley, "Everyone shall know that it is my Evil invention!"

"Señor Presidente, me parece que los documentos."
((Translation: Gracias señor, I find paperwork very Evil.))

O'Malley chuckled evilly, "Soon, Africa shall be mine, and after that—THE UNIVERSEEEEEE, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ((etc))"

((So, where is Dr. Horrible's evil singalong?))
 
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((Patience! Though soon "A man's gotta do..." will be appropriate. At this point I don't even have a freeze ray!))
 
The Lennox-Kerr Estate, Northern Scotland

His Grace, the King of Scots, sat comfortably upon his plush pillow covered throne(which resembled more an abomination born from the union of a couch and a bed) munching away at a platter of assorted meats as one of his servants, Lord Alderberry waltzed in.

"Your Grace, it is most humbling to see such an exquisite figure as yourself on this most fine day."

In a mixture of speaking, chewing and spitting the King responded, "What is it you want you toad? How dare you disturb me during my most intimate moments!"

"I do apologize Your Grace, it is just that...we have noticed that the dastardly villains of the world have been very active, yet we have not..."

Glaring and shaking his head at the same time the King lifted a meaty finger up towards Lord Alderberry, "How dare you accuse me of villainy! I am merely reclaiming my rightful throne from that English wench in Buckingham! Now, go make yourself useful and organize me an army, we must reclaim Scotland soon enough!"

Nodding Lord Alderberry quickly exited and His Grace turned back to munching at the chicken stick in his hand, licking his lips before and after every bite.

((Just my intro IC :p))
 
*Pssssssshhhkkkkkkk*

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--avenous hamster is still at large.

In other news, Shield Industries has branched out from its firmly established holding in the Avionics, arms and food industry to purchase media outlets across the country, including this very station. Despite the new owners, APL will continue it's same award winning programming and never cease to get the facts to households across america.

Join Eye of Horus... Eye of Horus is good. Eye of Horus is great. You want to join. You would do anything to join. Your life has no meaning outside of the Order. Join us...

And now, Sports...

*PssSshhhhkkkk!*
 
Standing in knee-high fetid water, the Rat King sighed with happiness. Before him stood two of his beloved Ratkin, transformed into the most beautiful form he could imagine - Rat Men. They wrestled in the filth and grime, quarreling over a chunk of some half-dissolved meat that had drifted its way down into the chamber in which they stood. Of course, they meant no real harm to one another, but still they fought well enough to show their new strength, achieved using the malodorous brew concocted by the Rat King.

Admiring from a wobbly stool that had been scavenged weeks prior, the Rat King heard behind him splashing, and an accompanying squeak that he so adored - the squeak of his oldest friend.

"Squeeeeak, my King!" spoke Willard, bowing before His Ratliness. The Rat King motioned him to stand, allowing Willard to continue.

"You have done it, the Ratkin have been enlightened! I knew it would be so, and soon we shall march on the Surface-Dwellers! Your Will is our command!" praised Willard. Though the Rat Men spoke poorly at first, the following weeks showed great improvement. Though the majority of them only knew how to speak basic words, they at least seemed to understand much. Even better, a few more intelligent Rat Men had already reached a level of almost normal speech - Willard being the brightest.

The Rat King smiled to hear these words, though he already knew it to be the case. Willard was the first Ratkin to befriend the Rat King, and followed him the longest. From his first plunge into the pungent sewer abyss, to his transformation into the Rat King persona, Willard was there. With this experience and age, Willard was by far the most capable of his rat brethren, in mind and body. Thus, what came next was only proper.

"Willard, you have stood beside me since my first journey into our sewers, and I would have it be that you always do. You are correct, and we shall march upon the surface and show the true beauty of the Ratkin. But to do this will require great work, work that will require our utmost. It is you most of all that I trust with this burden, and so I name you, Willard, Prince of the Ratkin."

The following day was one of celebration, with a cornonation ceremony and much amusements. It was a brief moment of jovial times before the gearing for war.

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Name: Willard, Crown Prince of the Ratkin
Age: 3 Ratkin Years [Side affects of elixir upon aging not yet known]
Biography: First Ratkin to join the Rat King, Willard remains his right-paw rat, acting as a sort of adviser, link to the Ratkin, and at times, enforcer. Empowered with the body of a Rat Man, Willard has proven to perfect the transition from Ratkin to Rat Man, learning articulation of both his new speech and new muscles well. Now a prince, it is expected that Willard will occupy a key role in the Rat King's plan for the future.
 
(( Warning : For those who get squeamish from reading nasty stuff, do not look ahead. ))

A horrible scream is heard echoing against the concrete walls of the underground lair. Faint sounds of crying can be picked up by the acute listener. A robed, noble-looking figure strode silently down the (electric) torch-lit halls, flanked by two burly looking men clad in blood red armor. Upon the figure's head lay a laurel of oak leaves, which looked so green and vibrant that one could have guessed they had just been picked off the tree. The figure's hair was dark grey, with a few flecks of dying brown, giving the appearance of an old man. However, the figure's face was quite the opposite of the hair, looking to be in his late forties. He held a firm, serious expression, seemingly oblivious to the cries of pain projecting throughout the halls. Even as the cries grew louder as the figure and his guards approached the source of the horrid sound, his expression did not falter. Ahead of the group sat a thick, steel door, with ornamental patterns laser-engraved into its heavy plating. A small porthole in the upper part of the door allowed sound to escape. One of the guards stepped ahead of the figure, pressing a hand against an ID pad. Several moments passed before several loud clicks were heard the door unlocked, sliding horizontally into the wall. Within was a horrible sight. In the center of the room lay a bloody and beaten man. He arms hung from chains in the ceiling, which forced him to stand on his knees. His back was practically torn apart, dozens if not hundreds of lash marks adorning it. His face showed no improvement. His right eye was gouged out, and several teeth lay on the floor. Overall, he was in a wretched state.

"Greetings my Caesar!"

A man in a neo-Roman uniform saluted the wreathed figure, who uttered a single nod. Despite the gruesome sight, he still held his imperial expression.

"Hello Interrogator Lucius. How goes the conversion to our cause?"

The uniformed figure pursed his lips, before answering.

"Progress is going... fairly well. We have had some... interruptions. But he should see the true cause soon."

Caesar seemed to sigh, although no sound came out of his mouth. He simply nodded.

"Very good. I expect results soon."

The man nervously nodded as Caesar exited the room, guards in tow. Soon after, more screams could be heard.
 
((Tapps i decided to be back!! so await for my awesome orders!))
 
Scarlet giggled, sitting in her luxury chair, admiring her new political map. "War! War is what we need, war is what I desire.." she relaxed back into her chair, her regiment of the most talented, beautiful women Russia had to offer were apart of her schism. Men were weak and had committed to the downfall of Russia. Now stalinism was gone, and Russia was a dark shell of it's previous glory. A war with the USA would allow her to assume even more control in the weak political elite.

Winter was at her side, with a bowl of grapes. She was looking at their portrait of Catherine the Great, a matriarch for the cause, she led Russia in it's Golden Age. She was the symbol of women's strength. Winter blinked as scarlet read aloud the news. "We have taken over about one-third of Leningrad... And have diverted Russia's attention towards the silly little island disputes with Japan. All our efforts should be pushed towards a war between Russia and the USA, and the usurption of power in Leningrad. Once I am done with it, St. Petersburg will be glorious once again! On another news, as we have more power in the region, our headquarters shall be moved upstairs. The Winter Palace shall be indefinitely closed, and shall be renovated for my.. uses." she grinned madly, Winter wondered when Dmitri Grekov would come after them... She held her knife, as scarlet ate the grapes in the bowl giddily, the women in the hall cheering her name.
 
" Now is the time" appeared a bright orange message on the green screen of the terminal.

" Now is the time for what Dr? " asked the Lab Assistant, one of Dr. Coma's minions.

The Robotic assistant being to speak. It's eyes begin emmiting infrared rays and receiving other wavelengths through it's sensors in order to create a proper thermal video and to assess the data. The Robotic Assistant - 015 is back online through the use of newly found funds by the raid, and it begins to speak in a voice that resembles that of Dr. Coma's many updated terminals.

" Now is the time for the plan to continue, our steps to revive the one person that embodied the spirit of the German people, and then fuse with him in order to gain the necessary skills to make the world erupt in another Global War, ending life on it. If the Americans destroyed our fatherland, then we shall destroy theirs, but from the inside. Only Germany shall be protected by the oncoming Armaggedon."

The Lab Assistant nodded his head, for much to his dismay he could not understand what was being said. But it mattered not. His loyalty to the Coma was final.
 
Wén Gāng
SWORD Super Spy

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The best agent SWORD has to offer is, undoubtedly, Wén Gāng. The famous martial artist was trained in a remote monastery in over a dozen different forms of martial arts throughout his youth, having his skills honed to a deadly precision. Why he decided to join SWORD, rather than remain in the monastery of his youth, is unknown, but since he joined the ranks of the oriental Forces of Justice, he has claimed numerous victories.

The most famous victory of Wén Gāng would be his triumph over the Tibetian criminal mastermind, Gar Tongtsen. Tongsten had constructed a secret lair in Mount Everest, and was amassing the materials needed to construct his own nuclear warheads, that he planned to launch all across China unless his demands were met; Tibetan independence with him as the newly independent state’s head. Unfortunately for the Evil Genius, SWORD had caught wind of his activities and once they had tracked down the location of his base, Wén Gāng was sent in. The result was a massacre, as Wén Gāng travelled from room to room, elmininating all who stood before him using nothing but his near-superhuman skills. The Super Agent confronted Gar Tongtsen in his inner sanctum, and struck the Evil Genius down with a single blow. This feat would be the start of the legend that was Wén Gāng, SWORD Super Agent.

Special Abilities:
Super Spy: Wén Gāng, thanks to his superb skills, cannot be killed unless one finds out what his weakness is.
Master Martial Artist: Due to the extensive training Wén Gāng undertook in his childhood, and maintains today, the man is able to move fast enough to dodge bullets.
Honourable: The mindset of Wén Gāng makes him completely immune to any attempts to shake his loyalty to his cause, or his devotion to SWORD.
 
(( Watch out, we got a badass over here. :D ))
 
Name Evard the black
Age unknown
A master necromancer of possibly limitless age

Secret base
A large sprawling ancient underground tomb complex hidden in the Austrian country side
 
QuickTime Event
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Information has leaked out across the globe regarding the anti-Terror organization, ARMOR. Scandal is shaking the organization as one of its highest levelled agents, a member of its board of Directors, has been discovered to be selling information to rival agencies and organizations. The disgraced Director, one Mr. Albert Toyle, has been imprisoned by ARMOR and his position on the board of Directors has been left vacant. As the board of Directors of ARMOR is a non-elective position, but rather one where an individual is chosen by the incumbent Chief Director, a flurry of anxious jostling has occurred where many of the prospective directors fight each other for the chance to land such a position of power.

There are some worries that an outside criminal organization may take advantage of the chaos to place one of their own lackies on the Board of Directors, but the Chief Director of ARMOR dismisses such claims as ‘ludicrous and, frankly, stupid.’



This is a QuickTime Event, where the first to post their willingness to undertake this mission shall have the chance to benefit from the event, if successful. To put forth your interest, simply state your Evil Geniuses name, and what you would plan to do.

E.g. Dr. Evil bribes several of the prospective directors to support one of his own minions.

This QuickTime Event requires:
The player to spend $50m.
To be able to send 50 minions.
Have a minimum of 10 infamy.
 
Dr Coma will send the Robotic Assistant and 100 minions, while bribing with 100 million the directors in order to appease to their lack of ethics and awe them with the number of troops so as to vote the Robotic Assistant, claiming that Robots are only logical, and as such infallible.