Back in the fortress, something had been found. It was the trans-dimentional image projection room, buried in the bowels of the fort long ago during one night of heavy drinking. The lich, the dark lord and the mutator are hosting a meeting there. They were sitting around a table that dominated the room, with many, many computers on the walls. At each of the places at the table there was a console, to control each of the projected holograms.
"And that's why we can't go to Mount Celestia anymore, thank you mister "I'll destroy anything just for the fun of it." said the Lich to the dark lord.
"Heheh, yeah. That was fun, lets go again sometime."
"Now muto, how is the pandemic going?"
"I've almost got it to devour flesh at the speed of sound!" He said in a far too enthusiastic tone.
"Wonderful, now these people are probably up to something that is not in our best interests, as you know." Said the lich, addressing his, for the lack of a better term, colleges.
"They are? I'LL DESTROY THEM!" Said the dark lord, changing from jubilant to furious in a heartbeat.
"Hey, not so loud. We'll simply infect some people at the place where they're going and let nature take it's course." suggested the mutator.
"No. We're going to at least figure out what they are doing before we swoop in and annihilate them. Now, let us activate the transmitter and announce their doom."
The lich then pressed a button on his console, activating his hologram, which he transmitted to where everyone else was.
"Hello. I demand to know what you're doing, otherwise you will all be ground to ash, rebuilt at the molecular level, cut into bits, rebuilt again, set on fire, frozen, thawed, launched into space and made into my lunch. Then, the really bad stuff will happen. Understand?"
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