"THIS ISN'T THE LAST YOU'VE SEEN OF ME! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!", you shout. The moronic peon simply says "Sure, bud. Whatever." Pitiful. Simply pitiful. Either way, you leave the shop, running over to the street, ignoring the crosswalk. Crosswalks are for
heroes. You tiptoe across the road, cackling madly as several drivers stop suddenly, honking their horns in a gesture of submission. These people will be spared under your soon-to-be NEW WORLD ORDER, muahahahaha!
Anyway, you enter a dark alleyway, where the blackness seems to creep in on you. Undaunted, you bellow "I SHALL BE RECRUITING MINIONS! THOSE WHO VOLUNTEER SHALL
JOIN ME ON THE PATH TO DOMINATION!" Out of the darkness, a street dog trots to you. It growls, but you lower your hand to it's head. "Shall you join me, noble creature?" you inquire. Then, the dog begins licking your hand, before raising it's head into a howl. You and your newfound minion laugh, or howl in it's case. You both move out of the alley, light illuminating the dog. It is covered in shaggy, slate gray fur, and seems to have an evil glint in the eye. Perfect. Now, it just needs the name of a Supervillain.
Ultimate Rival: Mall Cop
Blocked off section of Sewer:
Map of Townsdale
Cash: $0
Minions: Dog [Name Pending]