by VIM1INC » Fri Jun 14, 2013 12:57 pm
The templar looked carefully at the screen that flashed in front of him. Something... something just went wrong. Terribly wrong.
A slight hiccup, perhaps even a sneeze in the proceedings. And everyone knew that a sneeze, especially in the mountainous regions, often led to a tiny pebble being dislodged somewhere, causing it to skittle and bounce down the slope until it, by some manner of sorcery, will hit a pile of densely packed snow and ice and debris... And then things started to shift. Very quickly.
He could not have hiccups or sudden bouts of flu in his plans, so he had in place a wonderful employee plan. Employees actually get shot once a month. It was good for them, he decided. After all, is it not written that "whatever kills you makes you stronger"?
What? That was the the wrong phrasing? Did he miss out two words by chance?
Ah, so he had messed up somewhere. It was fine for him, at least the Anons and Leechers would have something to eat. He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes more, then picked up a bell that was sitting there quietly in the corner.
A light chime resounded loudly in the silent, dark and rather dank (as well as rather whiffy) hall as the templar rang the bell.
"Yesssss, Masssster?" A being of unknown origins suddenly appeared out of thin air, as though by magic*.
"Tell me... Igor." The templar finally decided on a name for that mysterious creature, one of his newest creations. After all, every Villain must have a hunchback lackey. "Do you think I am... crazy?"
The newly-named Igor considered his words carefully. "Wouldn't be able to sssssssaay that, Masssterrr."
"Of course." the Templar looked at the screen again, and asked another question. "What do you think of my plans then?"
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"No comment, Massssterrr."
"Then what do you see on the screen in front of you?" The Templar pointed a gauntleted finger at the screen. Igor took a look, and paled.
"Masssterrrr, I had no idea that you had... an interesssst in that sssssort of thing."
"What the hell are you thinking... Tell me then, Igor. What do you see?"
"I ssssee a penguin moonwalking out of an alley somewhere."
"Indeed, I see what you see as well. What do you think of this?"
"Massssterrrr, what is it that you want me to think of it?" Igor said as he (it?) blushed.
"Seriously, what the hell are you thinking..." the Templar massaged his... temples slowly. "He is a potential menace. See to it at once."
"Of coursssssse, Masssssterrrr."
"Unleash the kraken. Oh, and the Lackeys labelled Anon0001, Anon0002, and Anon0003."
"Thossssse Buffoonssssssss?" Igor looked shocked, or at least, tried to.
"Of course. We are in need of... some creativity."
"Indeed, Massssterrrr."
"Now do you think me mad?"
"My opinion of you doessss not change, Massssterrrr."
"Mad. They called me mad. But I will show them. I'll show them all!!! Ha. Haha. Hahaha. Hahahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!"
Igor nodded approvingly. Every villain must have a good maniacal laugh. It would have been best if it were to be accompanied by thunder and lightning, but servants can't be choosers. He turned away and walked to the dungeons, deep in thought. He will be needing some meat, and the latest translated chapter of LMS...