Stories tagged “supervillain”
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Lackey 542
The ad promised a fast-paced career opportunity with excellent pay. It offhandedly mentioned the possibility of high risk to personal safety, peppered with adjectives like “exciting” and “survival-variant.” I’ve always bee...
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Psst...
“Psst.” Prof. Anthrax didn’t look up. He kept his head down when he was working in the prison woodshop. It wasn’t that the other inmates intimidated him; he simply had nothing to say to the thick-necked mouth-breathers around hi...
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Evil Laugh
Baron Quandary threw back his head, held the Relative Particle Transference Controller over his head, and laughed: “muahahHAHAhahahaHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAhahaha!” Just as Baron Quandary was wrapping up, the hall was filled with blinking red ligh...
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Meanwhile…
People cheered as a swirl of pencils spiraled around the costumed woman on stage. The pencils spun, lined up in a row in mid-air, and then speared themselves into a watermelon set nearby on a small table. As the cheering died off, the woman stepped up ...
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Drinks on Friday Night
Stevens sighed, absently tugging at his badge. “Do we really need to be in uniform, sir? They told me th-” Helms cut him off with a snort. “For Christ’s sake, rook, Michael! Call me Michael, or Helms, or Grandma Freaking Jill, ...
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A Forceful Proposal
My Dearest Lumina, I am Doctor Fellflame Von Khaos, Mage-King of the Charnel World! For many months have I observed your world through the Cosmic-Scope, preparing to crush it beneath my feet. But when I glimpsed you my heart was consumed with passion t...
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I, Khaos!
There was one form of magic the tyrant had not mastered: death magic. And so the young actor who had seen his own mother and father tortured to death before his eyes had to master it. He forged his own death into a sword tempered in a child’s blo...
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Laughing Wounds The Ego
Dr. Dementia scowled, delivering another crippling blow to his array of action figures. Or so he thought. The action figure must have been made of some rigid polymer, because it wasn’t crumbling in his fingers and he’d had enough. With a mighty dra...
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The Dame Knows Robots
The rain spilled past my window like it had a personal grudge against my leaky roof. I had several buckets set out, but they were overflowing. I couldn’t be bothered to empty them: I was bent over the reactor, making the necessary final steps. I ...
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My Creed
I used to be like you. Sitting at home, drinking my name-brand soda with my TV dinner, watching the news. I used to slurp goopy mashed potatoes while watching politicians bang their podiums while telling me what to fear. Economic recession. Ethnic tens...
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The Beginning of the End
Desmond stared into the eyes of a megalomaniac. Alexandre Visiono clapped twice and a servant filled his glass of scotch. Visiono sat in a limousine flanked by henchmen, who had suited up. “Do you,” Visiono asked. “Like your accommoda...