You are now in upkeepChemista and Splinter Cog enter the training grounds.
They emerge a few moments later, Splinter-Cog covered in Goo and Chemista looking angry.
"No way I'm working with this guy."
"Objective neutralized," the thing remarks, "Objective neutralized."
"You do not throw a grenade when I'm trying to choke someone!"
"Objective neutralized. Your reasons are illogical."
Well, apparently Chemista and Splinter Cog do not share any 'buddy' system at all.
You build, in the entire turn,
six machinegun guardogs.
For the sacrifice, you opt for Chemista's goo and some volcanic rock.
What's the worse that can happen?
I call thee forth, Volcanic Rocky Magma Goo!
And mom, if you hear my call too,
know that I love you!
Cause the moon shines brightly tonight!
And we're in for a party all right!The objects shine brightly, before revealing a sort of rocky shapeshifting creature, of a light brown color that rolls softly down with a 'plop' from the altar.
It stands then tall, humanoid-like, small fires erupting from its rock-shaped pores of his back.
"I am
Sedimentary Plateau," it states gravely, "I rock," it adds then. You feel extremely cold from such a horrendous freezing pun.
"Uhm..."
"Knock. Knock."
"What?"
"It's me. Sediment."
"Sediment...who?"
"Sedimentary Plateau," it remarks. "I rock."
"Are you done?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm pressed," it replies.
"All right, you're added to the list of 'Dark Minions that cannot speak'. Off you go, now."
The thing carefully slinks its way out of your sight. Probably to find a nice spot to keep up his cold and horrendous jokes of doom and death.
You have acquired a
Sedimentary Plateau!
The time for missions begins then. This time, however, there are four scrolls. One is a dark, black and filled with golden decorations that recites
FINAL BATTLE. You raise an eyebrow at that.
"Chemista?"
"Yes, your evilness?"
"What is that?"
"The final battle plan? Of course, that is now available but you aren't forced to take it on now. You can simply take it whenever you wish."
"Really?" you reply.
"Yes, and of course we can plan an amphibious assault with the backup base, should you wish for it," Chemista nods. "That would remove any need for upgrading or improving Zeppelins, since the backup base can carry all of the troops you build, your evilness."
"Oh," you blink in surprise. "That's good."
"Yep."
"So...missions?"
Psysquid enters the room, carrying three scrolls with him. "Here they are, your evilness!"
Hero City Chosen!1) Stop the trains! Stop the trains! You forgot to stop the trains!
Mixed "They are evacuating the city, carrying all the citizens into the capital," Psysquid remarks, "But if they do that, apart from the city being reduced to the barebone," he adds, "It would also mean they're planning on turning the citizens into heroes, or using them as cheap and disposable individuals known as 'meat-shields'. We could avoid that by destroying the railway systems. Of course, it would mean tearing apart much of the needed infrastructure that every-day people need...but then again, everyday people can also go around by foot, rather than use trains."
2) Annihilate the Heroic Guardians. Part One.
Destruction "The Heroic Heroes of Hero City, or its 'guardians' should we call them as such, is a certain trio of girls. 'Magenta', 'Pink' and 'Crimson'. They can easily be defeated one at the time, but to separate them and execute the operation...we might need some subtlety. I propose the classic hostage-situation. However, in order for that to happen...they need to be swamped in overwork. We must strike hard and strong at the police headquarters, butchering all those that stand in the way and sacrificing their blood to the elder gods of..." Psysquid coughs for a moment, "Ia, ia," he shakes his head, "Anyway, your evilness, this mission requires the destruction of the 'public service workers' of Hero City."
3) Bring forth your message of extreme power over their mortal spoils.
Control "We could tie a few transmitters into their communication towers and arrays, your evilness," Psysquid observes, "By doing so, we could transmit in repeat even over their 'Hero-Brainwashing' channels. It should work in weakening their morale...and who knows what else."
He exhales then, "I...I'm receiving confused warnings from all of the missions. The cities are all in high alert, hence...
A Hero will be Present. Side-Kick present. Special Forces present. Police force present. After four turns, Heroic Hero present. that applies to
all of them," he exhales. "Cheerful Cheerie sure kicked up to over ninethousand the hornet nest of the super-saiyans."
You turn thoughtful...
What to do?
Imagine a badly scarred Freddy Kruger, burned and charred, who had a son from a ghoul from Fallout. And that son is half-robotic. That's Cheerie.