Lord Gamington walks forth, reaching for the police officer.
The Police officer stares back at the Cog-Minion.
Incognito hums thoughtfully.
"Ah-ha!" suddenly, Psysquid enters the fray. "I've done it, your excellency! I know how to combine the living and the robots!"
"Do I have to?" the security guard asks.
"You get medical insurance," Chemista deadpans. "And it is rarely lethal. Think about becoming a...robocop, for evil. Evil always pays its dues, you know?"
"Medical insurance? Sign me up!"
"Not you, Psysquid! You're already in the Dark Advisor insurance policy!"
You people have the Dumbest of Lucks...1d12= 11 + 0.5-Psysquid will make it quick +2 Incognito-Tinkerer of Cogs.
Lord Gamington feels his entire being torn apart by the psychotic...ahem, psychic powers of Psysquid, who then claps his arms back and literally pierces with Gamington's disembowled body the Security Guard. (Whose name was John). Incognito points out some pieces should be placed differently and wham, the creature is completed.
But now it is no longer a normal creature.
Standing there, with his entire 'flesh' side bleeding copiously on the ground is a marvel of technology and flesh, the uttermost terrifying creature ever to be birthed by your sadistic mind!
A Flesh-Cog!
The screams of pain thankfully lasted only a few seconds, just the time for Chemista to put a few powerful and illegal painkillers through the creature's body.
"I...I compute..." the Flesh-Cog whispers. "I...I analyze..." he grabs his tophat -now metallic- and his cane -metallic too. "I DANCE!" and then he begins tip-tapping.
"Uhm...I think my inspirational genius created another Dark Advisor," Incognito comments thoughtfully.
"More competition?" Chemista gives out a strangled sound from her goo-girl throat, which sounds more like bubbles in a soda.
"Uhm...does that cut our salary?"
"Yes, it does," you reply. "I do pay 'The Dark Advisors' as a whole so...your fault?"
Psysquid gives out a strangled noise, and then stomps off.
Flesh Cogs: inherently weaker physically than their Cog variants, they have something to put up with it. And no, it isn't the copious amount of blood they lose while the operation goes underway. They can now be mass produced, provided someone has a living creature and a mop to clean the blood.Lord Gamington has been gained as a Dark Advisor: he appears to like dancing.Day Three of Year One in the Quest for EvilnessUpkeep"GET THE BONUS FROM THE ELEVATOR!" Chemista snarls.
"I compute I would die if I do that," Lord Gamington replied, tapping away on his controller.
"That's precisely the point!" Chemista retorts.
"I find that counterproductive."
You cough politely to attract attention, but they ignore you.
Well, for once it's your turn to shine then!
Before upgrading however, let's have a look at what missions are available today! (Psysquid isn't available for prescience this time around)
1) Crash the Stock Market. Destroy Mission.
2) Invest in Blood, Sweat and Tears. Control mission.
3) Hakuna Matata. Mixed.
You should probably try to learn how to read the missions better, but then again you're the Overlord...it's 'over' your status to do as such.
Ha, the horrible evil pun of death.
We are now in Upkeep. If you still wish to Upgrade just say so.I approve! Also remind Psysquid that Chemista is still above him in the hierarchy, as she leads by zero minions lost to two.
"Psysquid, Chemista!" you bellow. Both advisors enter your throne room, as you continue. "Psysquid, take example from Chemista: she's leading with zero minions lost!"
"I...you're right, Overlord," Psysquid dryly remarks. "But I have special abilities unlocked, she doesn't! And frankly, I don't have to worry about ending up down the drain while taking a shower...now that I think about it, when was the last time she took one?"
"YOU RUDE BAST-"
Well, it good have gone worse, or better.
But maybe rivalries are a good thing for evil?
The sound of an explosion far away tells you that no, rivalries are not a good thing.
Hopefully they won't bother Mr. Wuffles.