You head over to your 'prison' cell and carefully pry from the knocked unconscious mexican wrestler her mask.
The face beneath it isn't particularly pretty or ugly. It's just a plain face.
When she wakes up, she starts trashing around.
"YOU MONSTER! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! YOU COJONE!" and another set of horrible spanish slang you have no idea what they mean. Still, you suppose you can start by burning her mask in front of her.
She watches wide-eyed as her mask burns. "Y-You monster! How could you!? The mask is the face of every proud mexican wrestler! Have you no shame!? No! No please don't blow the ashes away! No! Nooooo..."
she starts to sob, holding her head down.
"Why would you hide such a beautiful face behind cheap fabric?" you say then, holding her chin gently and sporting a small smile. "You're beautiful as you are, without a cheap piece of cloth to hide your true beauty behind."
1d12= 11 + 2 (Pure Control) + 1(Home Advantage) Vs 1d12= 2
She blushes, turning completely red. "Ah...H...M...Mi Hermano will...ah...er...ehm..."
You remove her shackles.
"Don't you think the world needs to see the true power of a beautiful woman like you without your mask? Don't you want to see the eyes of everyone staring at you as you act in the name of Overlord Incognito? Everyone can forget about a hero now and then...nobody forgets about evil...Because Evil Always Finds A Way."
"B-But...I mean...I barely know you and this sort of thing takes time...and..."
"hush, pretty girl," you gently put your index finger to shush her. "What does your heart tell you? Don't you want the Luchadores to be truly renowned as evil?"
Numbly, she nods with a half absent smile.
You send her then to make friends with Lord Gamington.
The moment she leaves you whistle while looking at your fingernails. To hell to all those that said that taking notes from the Hydraulic Succubi was stupid.
There was a reason he summoned those after all!
"Oh...I'm too sexy for my robes," you snicker as you leave the cells.
"I'm soo sexy, sexy, sexyy..."
Humming that, you completely ignore the scandalized looks of practically everyone else as you make your way back to your Overlord Throne.
Let them stare. You're sexy and you know it.
Evil Side-Kick acquired! Chihuahua, Ex-Luchadores Hero!The 'Waitress' is a Civilian. As in, you stare at her for an instant and she starts crying. "Now, now," Chemista rolls her eyes. "I just need some blood. Come on, think of it as donating for the red cross."
"This makes me an accessory in the Overlord's crimes?" the wench asks with a trembling lip.
"Of course," Chemista nods. "Meaning that you'll be trialed and killed by the Heroes if they find out. So be a good girl and stay still before I plunge this syringe somewhere else than intended."
"NO. NO. Stoppp. Please nooo...urgh! Mgmfmfmfmfmmmm!"
Chemista rolls her eyes as she stuffs with cotton swabs the mouth of the waitress.
Then, she proceeds to get her nice little bottle of blood.
"Tsk, not even Dracula is as effective as me in taking blood now," Chemista chuckles, before letting the now dozy -from blood loss- wench go and rest in one of the cots.
She's not going anywhere.
Wench Blood Acquired!You then look at the bright pink elephant who is happily being ignored by everyone else.
"Ahem," you look at Chemista.
"All right! All right! Getting to it," she gets the Werewolf Mutagen, and then nears the elephant. "I'm warning you Overlord...This might not end pretty."
You roll your eyes. "Better."
1d12= 3 + 1 (Chemist) + 1 (Habit) + 2 (Better Lab Equipment) + 1 (German)= 8!
You eye the elephant.
The elephant eyes you back.
Then the elephant blinks slowly and starts to convulse.
The convulsions ripple through his entire skin, and then, suddenly...
Tusks emerge, his eyes turn crimson, fur appears all over his body as claws and fangs start to grow from his mouth. His trunk shrinks down to become a canine-like nose.
His size also goes down, as bone plaques appear on its shoulders and sides.
Then it gazes and snarls with an angry shriek.
Psysquid appears next, cracking his fingers.
"Time To COGIFY! Oh, right...
your evilness prefers I use a Wuffle-Cog, a normal Cog or something else?"
You then take your time to think.
What could you do to improve the base? Heroes have that pesky problem of avoiding any fixed form of defense, be it reinforced doors, turrets, or anything else because they're outright bastards who can survive all but a living being -or unliving one- smashing their heads down on the ground. The way you see it, if you created
Static Cogs maybe it would work around the System.
But you'd need more electricity. More than what your trusty
Generator provides you now.
You do have quite a reserve of precious metals and magical crystals however...
Maybe you could tinker with all three and create a
Magical Crystal Fusion Reactor?
That would solve all your Energy Problems.
...
Like, it would solve all of the
world's energy problems.
It is unfortunately highly theoretical.
Nobody ever built one.
You now ponder the following things:
What do you mutate Chihuahua with?
What Type of Cog do you use to Cogify the elephant?
What Three Questions do you ask to Knighthowl in Downkeep?
And for the next Upkeep, what do you sacrifice to the SAD system?to wer6: course you can 'quite' it. (I think it's Quote it) Anyway, quote away.
And yes, the Overlord System is basically me staring at the table of d12 and adding stuff based on suggestions, hence eventually all will be satisfied.
You then look at the Zoo Animals.
You suppose you could start randomly mutating them, but that's not going to work very well for posterity. You need to plan it thoroughly.
Still, you decide to try some mutations.
You look at Chemista with wide doe-eyes.
She stares back.
"Please?"
"Fine," she grunts, before taking a syringe and then stilling. "Wait. Which is the 'Base' animal? There's a difference between mutating with whale mutagen an alligator and using alligator mutagen on a whale."
"There wasn't a whale in the shelter."
"Fine, fine," Chemista rolls her eyes before delivering the 'shot' to the Alligator strapped on her table.
The alligator grumbles, closing its eyes and crying its trademarked tears when suddenly his entire body convulses.
His scales come loose as his skin becomes pearl-grey.
Holes start to appear all over his back, before he begins to emit water from them.
The next moment, he outright
Hydroblasts his own body on the other side of the lab sliding with ease out of the chains that held him on the table.
You wipe away the water from your face.
"Allihale?" Chemista hazards.
You grumble a nod.
honey badger+ Knighthowl. They didn't have honey badgers in the Shelter for Misunderstood Animals unfortunately. It appears Honey Badgers aren't misunderstood at all. They really are famelic bloodthirsty monsters to begin with.