TheDeathClown
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- Aug 5, 2007
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The evil genius, Dr. Darwin Von Freudenstein IV, was having a crappy day. His secret layer, Skullcrusher Mountain, was still hidden from the outside world. His Doomsday Squads were fully trained and ready to destroy the outside world. His golden submarine was in a hidden underwater grotto, waiting for him if he needed to make a quick escape. His assistant Scarface had just brought him in a new bevy of beautiful flowers, for him to pluck. The last hapless hero type to invade his layer, was currently roasting on a spit in the banquet hall, waiting to be the main course for dinner. His children of the night were busy roaming the forests around the mountain, killing intruders. The problem was the henchmen…. The damned henchmen.
Darwin smacked the parchment in front of him with his fist, then stared at it again. It said the same thing it had said the last fifty times he had read it. “We the undersigned demand the right to organized a union! The Brotherhood of Evil Henchmen and Familiars, Local 666, has been in contact with us, through one of their recruiters. Per her instructions, we have distributed and signed this petition. We demand you allow us a vote, to see if the workers of Skullcrusher International Unlimited wish to form an union chapter here in Skullcrusher Moutain. Understand that a failure to grant permission for the forestated act will result in a general sit down strike and open picket in front of the mountain. We don’t believe that you would wish such publicity for what is an otherwise “secret” facility. We would also contact the All Witches Crystal Network and let them know that such a strike was likely. They would probably end up broadcasting in the evening news, throughout all of Never Ever Land.
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The not so good doctor stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still a handsome man, despite being in his fifties. He still had a head of hair! He had a distinquished beard, he wall taller than some men, he wore his funeral director style suit well and his tie was straight. Why was it so damned hard for his henchment to just love him! For that matter, why couldn't he get an woman to love him.
He had harbored hopes for his latest victim, but as he was lowering her naked into a vat of leaches, as she could do was scream and call him a "petty dictator with a small penis". He felt down there for a second. O.K., it wasn't massive, but did that matter? After all, he had his own evil empire! She had just been an ungrateful bitch. She hadn't even appreciated the half-pony, half-monkey monster that he had made for her.
OOC:
Watch the following video before you join. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_ryNJVreiY
If you are on dial-up, go instead to http://www.jonathancoulton.com/store/downloads and listen to the song Skullcrusher Mountain.
The Setting: A generic fantasy world that has progressed enough that clothing is Victorian in style and there are guns.
Type: Open to decent writers
Posting: Third Person Past Tense only
Limits: No Noncon, despite the setting please. No “hardcore” torture either. Keep this light and funny. Slash of either gender is fine, but don’t force it on anyone.
OOC:
PM before joining
Roles:
The Mastermind (taken)
His Assistant Scarface (male)
The Victims (who might not be as helpless as they seem- probably female, unless your clever, you little minx you)
The Hero(es) who attempts rescues said victim(s) (any gender)
Other henchmen and “workers” such as cooks, guards, doomsday squad sarge, etc. (either gender)
A Wolf/His Children of the night (could be lycans, either gender)
Local Union 666 spokeswoman
Watch the following video before you join. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_ryNJVreiY
If you are on dial-up, go instead to http://www.jonathancoulton.com/store/downloads and listen to the song Skullcrusher Mountain.
The Setting: A generic fantasy world that has progressed enough that clothing is Victorian in style and there are guns.
Limits: No Noncon, despite the setting please. No “hardcore” graphic torture either. Keep this light and funny. Slash of either gender is fine, but don’t force it on anyone.
Darwin smacked the parchment in front of him with his fist, then stared at it again. It said the same thing it had said the last fifty times he had read it. “We the undersigned demand the right to organized a union! The Brotherhood of Evil Henchmen and Familiars, Local 666, has been in contact with us, through one of their recruiters. Per her instructions, we have distributed and signed this petition. We demand you allow us a vote, to see if the workers of Skullcrusher International Unlimited wish to form an union chapter here in Skullcrusher Moutain. Understand that a failure to grant permission for the forestated act will result in a general sit down strike and open picket in front of the mountain. We don’t believe that you would wish such publicity for what is an otherwise “secret” facility. We would also contact the All Witches Crystal Network and let them know that such a strike was likely. They would probably end up broadcasting in the evening news, throughout all of Never Ever Land.
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p233/TheAutumnComes/hat.jpg
The not so good doctor stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still a handsome man, despite being in his fifties. He still had a head of hair! He had a distinquished beard, he wall taller than some men, he wore his funeral director style suit well and his tie was straight. Why was it so damned hard for his henchment to just love him! For that matter, why couldn't he get an woman to love him.
He had harbored hopes for his latest victim, but as he was lowering her naked into a vat of leaches, as she could do was scream and call him a "petty dictator with a small penis". He felt down there for a second. O.K., it wasn't massive, but did that matter? After all, he had his own evil empire! She had just been an ungrateful bitch. She hadn't even appreciated the half-pony, half-monkey monster that he had made for her.
OOC:
Watch the following video before you join. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_ryNJVreiY
If you are on dial-up, go instead to http://www.jonathancoulton.com/store/downloads and listen to the song Skullcrusher Mountain.
The Setting: A generic fantasy world that has progressed enough that clothing is Victorian in style and there are guns.
Type: Open to decent writers
Posting: Third Person Past Tense only
Limits: No Noncon, despite the setting please. No “hardcore” torture either. Keep this light and funny. Slash of either gender is fine, but don’t force it on anyone.
OOC:
PM before joining
Roles:
The Mastermind (taken)
His Assistant Scarface (male)
The Victims (who might not be as helpless as they seem- probably female, unless your clever, you little minx you)
The Hero(es) who attempts rescues said victim(s) (any gender)
Other henchmen and “workers” such as cooks, guards, doomsday squad sarge, etc. (either gender)
A Wolf/His Children of the night (could be lycans, either gender)
Local Union 666 spokeswoman
Watch the following video before you join. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_ryNJVreiY
If you are on dial-up, go instead to http://www.jonathancoulton.com/store/downloads and listen to the song Skullcrusher Mountain.
The Setting: A generic fantasy world that has progressed enough that clothing is Victorian in style and there are guns.
Limits: No Noncon, despite the setting please. No “hardcore” graphic torture either. Keep this light and funny. Slash of either gender is fine, but don’t force it on anyone.
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