canorris420
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Salutations all!
I've been playing with the idea of starting a roleplay where the bad guys win...most of the time, anyway.
Sick of Superman's coifed, chiselled looks and want to kick him square in his bright red pants? Welcome!
Tired of watching James Bond and his ilk outwit your fellow mastermind, knowing full well you could have planned Bond's demise better? Come in, come in!
Generally badly behaved and trying to take over the world? Join up and let the bad times roll!
Lackeys, minions and supporting staff are readily supplied. Sign up now and get a commemorative plate marking the creation of the group featuring all the most wicked, evil types the world will ever know!!
[ahem] And now, a sample of our feature presentation...[shuffling and whispering heard off-stage] WHAT? What do you mean the hampster ate the reel?? I thought I tol-... [fade out]
Staring intently at the screen in front of me over steepled fingers, I watch his pitiful excuse for a promotional video through it's entirety. The so-called media mogul that was willingly brought to the base (and in no way kidnapped what-so-ever) is sweating profusely, thinking his current mortal status rests on whether the video goes down well or not. His life is somewhat independent to the video, but I do so hate to waste money.
The video clicks off, and the player, perhaps sensing my impending ire and doing it's utmost to compound the problem, eats the tape and then catches fire. Glancing from the stricken machine to the quivering man, I sigh.
"I clearly stated short, simple and factual, did I not? I clearly said do not make it ludicrous and excessively colourful, did I not?" I quiz, raising an eyebrow while my mouth sets into a thin, downward curve.
"I...you see...yes, but...I, I, I..." the man stammers, flailing at the tiny flame emitting from the top of the player. The smell of burnt plastic is rife, and I fear I may have to change before my next meeting.
"So given that you clearly understood my request...what was all that about? There was more colour, activity and overall cheeriness than I would say is healthy. It was like someone had sampled a large quantity of recreational drugs and then gone insane in an anime studio. All I wanted it to state was that there was to be a gathering of the world's finest overlords, including myself, and where it was to be. I didn't want an advert for Captain-sodding-Justice and his pissant pals! Go to the studio and make something better...oh, and do use a more modern medium...VHS is archaic, to say the least"
As the cowering man scurries away, my secretary glides silently out from the shadows. Dressed in formal wear, with her long brunette hair tied up and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses resting lightly on the tip of her nose, she presents an air of absolute professionalism.
"Ah, Samantha! I was just about to call you. Can you arrange for a change of clothes to be sent to my chambers, please? I need to wash the smell of plastic off before meeting the General. I'll be along shortly"
Nodding, Samantha steps back into the shadows. The only indication I have of movement is the clicking of her heels on the floor, and the faint hiss of the doors opening in front of her.
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Heroes and villains are required, PM if interested. I'll start the rp once I've got a few willing participants.
I've been playing with the idea of starting a roleplay where the bad guys win...most of the time, anyway.
Sick of Superman's coifed, chiselled looks and want to kick him square in his bright red pants? Welcome!
Tired of watching James Bond and his ilk outwit your fellow mastermind, knowing full well you could have planned Bond's demise better? Come in, come in!
Generally badly behaved and trying to take over the world? Join up and let the bad times roll!
Lackeys, minions and supporting staff are readily supplied. Sign up now and get a commemorative plate marking the creation of the group featuring all the most wicked, evil types the world will ever know!!
[ahem] And now, a sample of our feature presentation...[shuffling and whispering heard off-stage] WHAT? What do you mean the hampster ate the reel?? I thought I tol-... [fade out]
Staring intently at the screen in front of me over steepled fingers, I watch his pitiful excuse for a promotional video through it's entirety. The so-called media mogul that was willingly brought to the base (and in no way kidnapped what-so-ever) is sweating profusely, thinking his current mortal status rests on whether the video goes down well or not. His life is somewhat independent to the video, but I do so hate to waste money.
The video clicks off, and the player, perhaps sensing my impending ire and doing it's utmost to compound the problem, eats the tape and then catches fire. Glancing from the stricken machine to the quivering man, I sigh.
"I clearly stated short, simple and factual, did I not? I clearly said do not make it ludicrous and excessively colourful, did I not?" I quiz, raising an eyebrow while my mouth sets into a thin, downward curve.
"I...you see...yes, but...I, I, I..." the man stammers, flailing at the tiny flame emitting from the top of the player. The smell of burnt plastic is rife, and I fear I may have to change before my next meeting.
"So given that you clearly understood my request...what was all that about? There was more colour, activity and overall cheeriness than I would say is healthy. It was like someone had sampled a large quantity of recreational drugs and then gone insane in an anime studio. All I wanted it to state was that there was to be a gathering of the world's finest overlords, including myself, and where it was to be. I didn't want an advert for Captain-sodding-Justice and his pissant pals! Go to the studio and make something better...oh, and do use a more modern medium...VHS is archaic, to say the least"
As the cowering man scurries away, my secretary glides silently out from the shadows. Dressed in formal wear, with her long brunette hair tied up and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses resting lightly on the tip of her nose, she presents an air of absolute professionalism.
"Ah, Samantha! I was just about to call you. Can you arrange for a change of clothes to be sent to my chambers, please? I need to wash the smell of plastic off before meeting the General. I'll be along shortly"
Nodding, Samantha steps back into the shadows. The only indication I have of movement is the clicking of her heels on the floor, and the faint hiss of the doors opening in front of her.
[/End Preview]
Heroes and villains are required, PM if interested. I'll start the rp once I've got a few willing participants.
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Welcome to Lit, Dizzyfish! I'm just writing my last piece for "Samantha" now, then the reins would be firmly in your hands.
