A brave little theory, and actually quite coherent for a system of five or seven dimensions -- if only we lived in one.
Academician Prokhor Zakharov, "Now We Are Alone"
pretty good
Garet
I am the brain in the jar!
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LOL! My office network won't allow me to access the site. I'll just have to check it out when I get home.
Davy Jones
"Frightened? My dear, you are looking at a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe! I was petrified."
-- The Wizard of Oz
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Your objective is simple: Widespread Misery.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Revenge
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a wealthy heiress. This will cause the world to wipe the sleep from their eyes, amazed by your arrival. Who is this despoiler of all that is good and nice and true? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good wearing the skin of another human?
Stage Two
Next, you must sabotoge the White House. This will all be done from a obsidian citadel, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will fall into catatonic trances, as countless hordes of mean english teachers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your plague of doom, bringing about pain, suffering, the usual. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare interrupt your sentences. Everyone will bow before your mind-boggling insanity, and the world will have no choice but to elect you dictator for life.
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Strangely, that's just how I picture it happening. Hmm, it seems those english teachers really have a mean on for wanna-be despots.
LQ
Drunken DM and the Speak with Dead spell: "No, I'm not the limed-over skeleton of the abbot, and no this special key in my boney fingers does not open the door to the secret treasury! ... Oh crap."
Me neither Mr T.Originally posted by Sea Tyger
LOL! My office network won't allow me to access the site. I'll just have to check it out when I get home.
Damn firewalls.
Plus now I'll have to explain to my IT department why I was trying to access a restricted site (a bit unfair since I don't know it's on the restricted list until I try to access it).
Oh my company's IT interrogators like playing homage to The Marathon Man.
"Is it safe?"
We have all your working biros and we're not afraid to use them.
Leave a box of used postit notes and a box of paperclips inside the filling cabinet and things won't get nasty.
Yours,
The Office Gremlins
By chosing :
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: To show them all
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first expose a wall street executive. This will cause the world to leave, baffled by your arrival. Who is this demented madman? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as an intelligence transferred into a computer?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the Internet. This will all be done from a space station, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will lose their minds, as countless hordes of computer programmers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your great supernatural forces, bringing about a 1984 police state. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare make you clean your room. Everyone will bow before your mind-boggling insanity, and the world will have no choice but to give you control of the planet.
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Randomly :
Your objective is simple: Widespread Misery.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Power
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first blackmail a town mascot. This will cause the world to realize something is wrong, alarmed by your arrival. Who is this Demon Straight Out of Hell? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good wearing the skin of another human?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the Eiffel Tower. This will all be done from a space station, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of the religious right hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must activate your arcane ritual, bringing about the Return of the Antichrist. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare fire you. Everyone will bow before your Mystical Abilities, and the world will have no choice but to erect a gigantic statue of you.
ROTFL!!
"The main difference between Trekkies and Manchester United fans is that Trekkies never trashed a train carriage. So why are the Trekkies the social outcasts?"
Terry Pratchett
You'll need this too.Evil Plan Generator
http://www.villainsupply.com/
SuperDanny
ROTFL!!
"The main difference between Trekkies and Manchester United fans is that Trekkies never trashed a train carriage. So why are the Trekkies the social outcasts?"
Terry Pratchett
Actually, I'm looking for an exalted deed (or lofty goal) generator for paladins and goody two-shoe knights.
Anyhoo, just some random thoughts...
"My philosophy is 'you don't need me to tell you how to play -- I'll just provide some rules and ideas to use and get out of your way.'"
-- Monte Cook
"Min/Maxing and munchkinism aren't problems with the game: they're problems with the players."
-- excerpt from Guardians of Order's Role-Playing Game Manifesto
A GENERATION KIKAIDA fan
DISCLAIMER: I Am Not A Lawyer
There. This is about right...
Your objective is simple: Destroy the Earth.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Hatred for all mankind
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first clone a superman. This will cause the world to realize something is wrong, terrified by your arrival. Who is this criminal mastermind? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in battle armor?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate the United Nations. This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of mad scientists hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your thermonuclear missiles, bringing about horrors beyond man's comprehension. Your name shall become synonymous with slaughter, and no man will ever again dare sneer cruelly at your disfigured face. Everyone will bow before your cunning intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to make you their new god.
"It's hard being an evil genius when everybody else is so stupid" -- Quantum Crook
I closed the window before I realized folks were posting their whole results. Mine wasn't great, but I did love this little bit:
"Upon seeing this, the world will wet their pants, as countless hordes of the religious right hasten to do your every bidding."
You're a Starfleet Officer. "Weird" is part of the job.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn Pro
We're hip-deep in alien cod footsoldiers. Define 'weird'.
(I had this cool borg smiley here, but it was on my site and my isp seems to have eaten my site. )
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Hatred for all mankind
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first incinerate a chosen one. This will cause the world to swallow nervously, horrified by your arrival. Who is this nightmare beyond comprehension? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as a dark gunslinger?
Stage Two
Next, you must vaporize the Eiffel Tower. This will all be done from an abandoned church, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will gibber like madmen, as countless hordes of robot warriors hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your thermonuclear missiles, bringing about the destruction of the masses. Your name shall become synonymous with all that is wrong with the world, and no man will ever again dare cross you. Everyone will bow before your cunning intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to whisper your name in fear.
MWAH-HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!
"If it ain't the Devil's music, you ain't doin' it right" -- Chris Thomas King
"C makes for an awfully long lever." - H. Beam Piper