DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
There's a difference between recruiting and punitive mind controlling, but I agree that it's a bad idea either way. Too likely for Kat to break free and cause trouble for us again.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That doesn't stop him from assisting our rivals and looking the other way when they go after us.
If you try mind controlling anything with the capacity for revenge, it will eventually enact it.
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- Pronouns
- She/Her
Also, like… I think our more heroic units might disapprove of Mind Control, even though Doof is ok with it- or at least, he was near the beginning of the summer, then I think the mind control schemes died down.
I feel like there's some narrative karma in finishing the OWCA thing on the same turn it was wearing off, much as I wished it finished last turn.
He almost certainly does have a pair. I've quoted the post that we first noticed it in.
Crisis: Kataclysm- Mortal Bobkat
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Doofenshmirtz Intrigue Check: What is happening?
DC 70
41+17+18=76
Bare Success!
At first you're befuddled as you watch as the horde of superpowered kitties begin destroying everything they can. As both Khan and Monogram tell you, they seem to have abandoned all tactics or strategy and instead begun assaulting things at random. AC units are being pushed off buildings, billboards are being clawed, waste bins tipped over and then thrown into passing cars, the works. But then you realize. They might be retreating! Cats, they say, are creatures of spite. If they're beaten, or annoyed, they'll lash out in revenge even to their own detriment.
You can understand that.
Doofenshmirtz martial check: Push Through the Cat Horde
87+20+55+7+5=174
Kat contest:
39+36+35+15+5-9=121
Success!
Only a small core of loyalists are guarding Kat's retreat from the battlefield; presumably the rest still think they're winning. You ignore the angry horde and push towards the ringleaders. Behind you, you can hear the roars of Jumba's pet dragon as it apparently takes very poorly to a bunch of furballs vandalizing its home. Hopefully that will keep them occupied as you go for the head. Your raw spite is a great asset to you; the appearance of Kat is now seared into your memory.
Doofenshmirtz Combat Check:
60+20+55+7+5=147
Kat contest:
86+36+30+15+5-9=163
Kat Success!
Your next push against the cats is repelled after a brief scuffle. You might be getting a little cocky, now that you think about it- the army clearly isn't defeated yet, they're not even routed! NOWCA is pushed back, Temujin is outmaneuvered, and 625 isn't putting enough work in to make any of his blows actually connect.
Kat Combat Check:
53+36+35+15+5-9=135
Doofenshmirtz contest:
71+20+55+7+5=158
Doofenshmirtz Success!
You've reached a rather unpleasant stalemate, there's no other way to describe what's happening. Just after your latest assault the cat army attempts another push, but they're a bit too hasty! Once again you're able to repel them from making a dent in your forces. Things are starting to become bogged down, and unless something changes soon you're probably in for a very long and very unpleasant crash course in urban warfare...
Doofenshmirtz combat check:
80+20+55+7+5=167
Kat contest:
76+36+35+15+5-9=158
Doofenshmirtz Bare Success!
Once again, you start to push back! Something has to change soon, you're sure of it! Now is when NOWCA really starts to show their worth, jumping from lampposts and using garbage bins to sneak up behind the cats and clobber them over their heads, taking them out as quickly as they can.
Kat combat check:
64+36+35+10+5-9=141
Doofenshmirtz contest:
2+20+55+7+5=89
Kat Heavy Success!
And then… you get cocky. You've been running on spite, wanting to punish the ones responsible for attacking your city. On top of it all you've been in a drawn-out stalemate with the attackers for the last twenty minutes or so. It miiiiight have slipped your mind that many of these cats are actually quite intelligent and are just as capable of adapting to your strategy as you are to theirs. They realize exactly what you're trying to do, and exactly what they need to do to stop you. They don't have to beat you- they only have to slow you down.
---
Kat snarled. His plans for invasion had been thwarted by a force he couldn't control, and to make matters worse that idiotic pharmacist was coming after him personally. He could honestly understand why- as a fellow creature of spite, it made perfect sense to go after the one responsible for the downfall of your plans. Unfortunately for Kat, that nebulous individual didn't have a name or a face just yet.
The pharmacist was an annoyance at best. While his troops were busy slowing him down, Kat would do the smart thing and slink off to anywhere that wasn't here. Outside of the white-haired fool and his band of hat-wearing idiots, nobody would suspect his cover as a housecat, and he could bide his time until… well, he wasn't sure, really, but something had to come up.
Hopefully.
Kat Intrigue check: Escape!
DC 100/110/120 (Escape the city/undetected/without a trace)
49+33+30=112
Partial Success
It was humiliating beyond belief. After being treated like the superior being he was for months on end, pampered and fed delicacies, here he was, resorting to slinking through a sewer to get out. Kat hated raw sewage and despised getting wet, but he hated the thought of getting captured more. He could hold his breath for hours on end, so he could endure a short trip through Danville's wastewater reclamation system.
That didn't mean he had to like it. Not one bit.
---
Two hours later, Kat washed up on the side of a river nearly a hundred miles from Danville. He was freezing, soaked to the bone, and still covered in bits of industrial flocculant.
That made it official. This was his second worst mission ever.
With a sneer, he turned his back on the city and looked to the east, briefly entertaining the thought of how the pharmacist would deal with 'his' city. A moment later, his thoughts turned to newer prospects. That was of little concern to him.. His only consolation was that he had escaped with the remaining samples of serum Kat had employed. Let the rest of the city go to the dogs. Or the cats perhaps, considering that both of his top lieutenants were still alive and definitely the ambitious sort. Or maybe it would go to the mice.
...He never did get around to dealing with the mouse problem.
---
Several days later, as Jumba finished restoring the damages to his lab, Experiment 625 watched passively as Pleakley slowly lugged an outdated TV monitor into Jumba's living quarters.
"Tell me again what you're doin' with that?" 625 asked.
"Well!" Pleakly preened in between gasps. "After hack many hours wheeze of effort-"
"And by that you mean asking Jumba to do it for you." 625 interjected in between bites of the fourth Hoagie of the day.
"I think huuugh I've managed to ooooough get a setup that will finally pick up Galactic Federation local broadcasts!"
"Yes." Jumba rumbled to himself. "Only receive, not send, or indeed be noticed or picked up in any way. Very sad. Quite unfixable. Do not to be asking."
"I'm just happy to finally find out what's been going on in my absence! I hope they're doing ok."
---
The television blurred with static as several very unnatural looking conversion cables changed the incoming broadcast into a format the best 1983 could offer was able to understand. Eventually the image coalesced into the shape of the Galactic Federation's Headquarters near Honolulu. And the ceremony taking place outside it.
"It is not often in this vast and dangerous galaxy that I have the opportunity to thank the individual officers that keep our Federation alive. Yet I would be remiss today if I did not reward those without whose selfless service and quick thinking we might not have triumphed against the opportunistic attack perpetrated upon our protectorate. This spineless assault on the primitives of this world only underscores the continued need for a Federation presence on this planet. As such, and for her exceptional tactical skill, I have decided to grant the request of Commander Mira Nova to assume control of the Earth Wildlife Preserve."
The alien in question stepped forward to the sound of cheers across the pavilion. Her long flaming hair offset light blue skin, and while her body may have been lithe few in the crowd would have been foolish enough to discount her prowess considering rumors of her telepathic abilities.
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Mira replied. "It will be my honor to take control of our installation on Earth. Sometime after the battle, I learned that initial reports were incorrect, and a small number of Kat Nebulans were actually planetside during the crisis."
"You only asked if any of their ships landed!" Someone protested from within the crowd. Mira's gentle smile turned into a glare for a brief moment before she snapped back to parade attention. "Thankfully Nebulans bear a passing resemblance to local fauna, and so serious disruption was avoided. Regardless. It's clear a firm hand is needed here, and I look forward to taking a more proactive approach in my management of the planet."
"Thank you, Commander Nova." The Councilwoman replied. "Next, I would like to draw attention to your predecessor. Hard as it was to believe, Acting Commander of Earth 'Wendy Pleakley'-" the Councilwoman sounded the name out carefully, "Not only risked everything in pursuit of escaped Criminal Jumba Jookiba, but also had the foresight to both discover and send warning against the menace infiltrating this world. Regardless of my prior interactions with the man, he has proven himself a true son of the Federation, and he deserves the highest praise."
Hundreds of miles away, a very noodly alien practically leaped for joy.
As the Councilwoman stepped back, a minor Galactic functionary stepped forward. "Unfortunately, Commander Pleakley is presumed deceased. His award will be accepted post-humorously-"
An even more minor functionary stepped forward and whispered something in the first functionary's ear.
"Posthumously and bestowed on his surviving family."
"In addition." the Councilwoman concluded, "I wish to also thank the official who kept Commander Pleakley's executive emergency signal running for more than a year in preparation for this day."
"Ah, about that, Your Excellency." The official in question piped up. "While I'm honored, I cannot accept this award. We only asked for a new commander through the standard channels. No one here put out such a signal, and certainly no one left it on for seventeen local lunar cycles straight."
"...Then who did?" The Councilwoman asked.
---
Hundreds of miles away, a very noodly alien reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, thin transmission beacon blinking a bright and angry red.
"Huh." Pleakley chuckled awkwardly. "Forgot I had this."
Jumba turned it off.
---
Getting the remainder of the cats under control is nowhere near as easy as you expected. You can't help yourself, you're just too used to the agents of OWCA- after a second's thought you mentally add an 'N' to the acronym- to go down within the first thirty seconds of interrupting your plans, only to escape later on and cause trouble.
That's not the case here, regrettably. Detaining the superpowered felines is a slow and methodical process, one that is only made more difficult by your continued search for Ex-Agent K. After a few hours, you had to unfortunately conclude that he had escaped during the chaos. While you round up a few other kitties as well, you must assume a lot of them have gone to ground.
While that certainly isn't good, it isn't as terrible as it could've been. For starters, you know exactly what Kat looks like, and you have a pretty good idea of how he escaped too. Naturally, he would be looking for the least likely route possible so as to not draw attention to himself, and what do cats hate more than water? You make a mental note to look into Kat's escape further down the road, if you have the time.
The feline menace may have been neutered, but your fair city definitely paid the price for it. At first Kat targeted the most critical parts of your infrastructure- the power plant, your Normbot stations, everything related to defenses- and later they just started acting out on random, causing as much chaos as they could. You… should probably look into taking care of that.
A couple days after the incident, some stuffed suit from the Feds showed up and delivered a letter. Much to your surprise, the government was sending… domestic aid?! They were just giving you the money for the aftermath of a "supervillain attack?" Wait a second.
Doofenshmirtz Diplomacy check: Do you accept the money?
DC 60 needed
33+18+15-30 (Pride)=36
Failure!
Federal aid for supervillain attack in the city… of… Danville.
To heck with that! Taking that money implies that you're part of, you know, the domestic situation. Which you're totally not. Maybe it'll run you about seven of something, but you'd rather stand on your own two feet than accept something from a washed up excuse for a foreign leader.
All in all, you can't say you're all that pleased with how this supervillain attack turned out. Where was the bold declaration of power, the demands for the city's fish supply, and the gigantic superweapon that was stopped at the last minute?! All you got was someone that messed with your inators and committed industrial sabotage. Meh. Maybe the next one will be more willing to play by the rules.
---
In a small suburban home on the outskirts of Danville, Phineas and Ferb were trying to come to terms with their pet's disloyalty.
Candace couldn't say that she'd ever seen Phineas worked up like this. Sure, he could get a little manic when in the depths of a project, and he did snap at her once, but those were just one-time things! He shouldn't still be brooding on it hours later.
Naturally, she had called her mom and Linda hadn't believed a single word of it. The news story talked about a 'cat-themed supervillain' wreaking havoc on Danville, and while she was glad to hear everything was okay, any claims that Kat was behind it all were quickly denied.
"I just don't get it, Candace! We didn't even do anything wrong with Kat! We never left him out in the rain, we always made sure his food and water bowls were filled, and we bought him all the toy mice he ever wanted! What could possibly have led him to do something like that?!"
Candace sighed. Her brothers, as much as they drove her insane, were incredibly brilliant… when it came to engineering. Or science stuff too, she guessed. Anything involving the slightest amount of deception and trickery though? Out of the question. If the universe itself hadn't been against her, they would've noticed what Kat was up to months ago. "Phineas… sometimes people are just like that. You've seen the news, you know there are supervillains out there, right?"
"Okay, but this is Kat we're talking about! Look how upset Ferb is!"
Candace looked at Ferb's blank expression. Phineas was right, the kid was falling apart.
Candace considered the many, many warning signs she could have pointed out; would have pointed out just a few days ago if the idea of Busting something to Phineas and Ferb had crossed her mind. Not just Kat, but all the other things people managed not to know; her mom and their Big Ideas, Jeremy and Little Susie Johnson, the entire city and their evil overlord, apparently. The enormity of it filled up her mind, and she knew going point to point would only hurt her brothers. For once, today was not the day for 'I told you so'.
"Sometimes you just don't know people as well as you think you do."
Phineas didn't know what to do about that.
---
Your Avatar of Feldrake was forcibly shut down and will need an Occult action to repair. Feldrake may get grumpy if you leave it a steaming wreck for too long!
Hego's story will continue shortly.
Major Monogram has been upgraded to the NEW Organization Without A Cool Acronym. His intrigue has increased by 3, and he has become a special hero unit!
Doofenshmirtz is slightly more aware of the existence of sabotage and deception. His Intrigue increases by 1!
Doofenshmirtz has become slightly more adept at managing combat scenarios! His Martial increases by 1!
Phineas and Ferb's Intrigue has… increased by 3.
For the first time in quite a while, Phineas and Ferb have reason to believe less than the actual best of everyone. 'Eternal Optimists' has been reduced by 5.
Roddy Blair has gained 10 loyalty from the Perfect Lair!
You chose to prioritize the people of Doofania above all else. Your public opinion has increased considerably! Public opinion loss from this event has been completely mitigated!
The Galactic Federation is now aware that an executive distress signal was sent from somewhere on the planet!
In the absence of Commander Gantu, Commander Mira Nova has assumed Kingship over the Galactic Federation Earth Wildlife Preserve!
Kat revealed as a Nemesis! Nemesis action unlocked!
Investigate the Cat Mafia Intrigue action unlocked!
Jumba's pet dragon mitigated some of the physical damages!
Doof was unwilling to accept federal relief aid for Kat's assault on Doofania!
You put other concerns above preventing collateral damage, and your beautiful city lies in ruins! Well, ok. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. And most people have insurance. But your Normbot depos are trashed, the power plant desperately needs repair, and several of your self-owned DE-Megamarts have been totally looted of all cat treats available. It's gonna take some doing to get things fixed.
You can:
[ ] Pay 7 income
[ ] Devote 2 Stewardship actions of moderate difficulty to repairing the damage
[ ] Devote 1 Stewardship action and 4 income
There will be a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
DC 70
41+17+18=76
Bare Success!
At first you're befuddled as you watch as the horde of superpowered kitties begin destroying everything they can. As both Khan and Monogram tell you, they seem to have abandoned all tactics or strategy and instead begun assaulting things at random. AC units are being pushed off buildings, billboards are being clawed, waste bins tipped over and then thrown into passing cars, the works. But then you realize. They might be retreating! Cats, they say, are creatures of spite. If they're beaten, or annoyed, they'll lash out in revenge even to their own detriment.
You can understand that.
Doofenshmirtz martial check: Push Through the Cat Horde
87+20+55+7+5=174
Kat contest:
39+36+35+15+5-9=121
Success!
Only a small core of loyalists are guarding Kat's retreat from the battlefield; presumably the rest still think they're winning. You ignore the angry horde and push towards the ringleaders. Behind you, you can hear the roars of Jumba's pet dragon as it apparently takes very poorly to a bunch of furballs vandalizing its home. Hopefully that will keep them occupied as you go for the head. Your raw spite is a great asset to you; the appearance of Kat is now seared into your memory.
Doofenshmirtz Combat Check:
60+20+55+7+5=147
Kat contest:
86+36+30+15+5-9=163
Kat Success!
Your next push against the cats is repelled after a brief scuffle. You might be getting a little cocky, now that you think about it- the army clearly isn't defeated yet, they're not even routed! NOWCA is pushed back, Temujin is outmaneuvered, and 625 isn't putting enough work in to make any of his blows actually connect.
Kat Combat Check:
53+36+35+15+5-9=135
Doofenshmirtz contest:
71+20+55+7+5=158
Doofenshmirtz Success!
You've reached a rather unpleasant stalemate, there's no other way to describe what's happening. Just after your latest assault the cat army attempts another push, but they're a bit too hasty! Once again you're able to repel them from making a dent in your forces. Things are starting to become bogged down, and unless something changes soon you're probably in for a very long and very unpleasant crash course in urban warfare...
Doofenshmirtz combat check:
80+20+55+7+5=167
Kat contest:
76+36+35+15+5-9=158
Doofenshmirtz Bare Success!
Once again, you start to push back! Something has to change soon, you're sure of it! Now is when NOWCA really starts to show their worth, jumping from lampposts and using garbage bins to sneak up behind the cats and clobber them over their heads, taking them out as quickly as they can.
Kat combat check:
64+36+35+10+5-9=141
Doofenshmirtz contest:
2+20+55+7+5=89
Kat Heavy Success!
And then… you get cocky. You've been running on spite, wanting to punish the ones responsible for attacking your city. On top of it all you've been in a drawn-out stalemate with the attackers for the last twenty minutes or so. It miiiiight have slipped your mind that many of these cats are actually quite intelligent and are just as capable of adapting to your strategy as you are to theirs. They realize exactly what you're trying to do, and exactly what they need to do to stop you. They don't have to beat you- they only have to slow you down.
---
Kat snarled. His plans for invasion had been thwarted by a force he couldn't control, and to make matters worse that idiotic pharmacist was coming after him personally. He could honestly understand why- as a fellow creature of spite, it made perfect sense to go after the one responsible for the downfall of your plans. Unfortunately for Kat, that nebulous individual didn't have a name or a face just yet.
The pharmacist was an annoyance at best. While his troops were busy slowing him down, Kat would do the smart thing and slink off to anywhere that wasn't here. Outside of the white-haired fool and his band of hat-wearing idiots, nobody would suspect his cover as a housecat, and he could bide his time until… well, he wasn't sure, really, but something had to come up.
Hopefully.
Kat Intrigue check: Escape!
DC 100/110/120 (Escape the city/undetected/without a trace)
49+33+30=112
Partial Success
It was humiliating beyond belief. After being treated like the superior being he was for months on end, pampered and fed delicacies, here he was, resorting to slinking through a sewer to get out. Kat hated raw sewage and despised getting wet, but he hated the thought of getting captured more. He could hold his breath for hours on end, so he could endure a short trip through Danville's wastewater reclamation system.
That didn't mean he had to like it. Not one bit.
---
Two hours later, Kat washed up on the side of a river nearly a hundred miles from Danville. He was freezing, soaked to the bone, and still covered in bits of industrial flocculant.
That made it official. This was his second worst mission ever.
With a sneer, he turned his back on the city and looked to the east, briefly entertaining the thought of how the pharmacist would deal with 'his' city. A moment later, his thoughts turned to newer prospects. That was of little concern to him.. His only consolation was that he had escaped with the remaining samples of serum Kat had employed. Let the rest of the city go to the dogs. Or the cats perhaps, considering that both of his top lieutenants were still alive and definitely the ambitious sort. Or maybe it would go to the mice.
...He never did get around to dealing with the mouse problem.
---
Several days later, as Jumba finished restoring the damages to his lab, Experiment 625 watched passively as Pleakley slowly lugged an outdated TV monitor into Jumba's living quarters.
"Tell me again what you're doin' with that?" 625 asked.
"Well!" Pleakly preened in between gasps. "After hack many hours wheeze of effort-"
"And by that you mean asking Jumba to do it for you." 625 interjected in between bites of the fourth Hoagie of the day.
"I think huuugh I've managed to ooooough get a setup that will finally pick up Galactic Federation local broadcasts!"
"Yes." Jumba rumbled to himself. "Only receive, not send, or indeed be noticed or picked up in any way. Very sad. Quite unfixable. Do not to be asking."
"I'm just happy to finally find out what's been going on in my absence! I hope they're doing ok."
---
The television blurred with static as several very unnatural looking conversion cables changed the incoming broadcast into a format the best 1983 could offer was able to understand. Eventually the image coalesced into the shape of the Galactic Federation's Headquarters near Honolulu. And the ceremony taking place outside it.
"It is not often in this vast and dangerous galaxy that I have the opportunity to thank the individual officers that keep our Federation alive. Yet I would be remiss today if I did not reward those without whose selfless service and quick thinking we might not have triumphed against the opportunistic attack perpetrated upon our protectorate. This spineless assault on the primitives of this world only underscores the continued need for a Federation presence on this planet. As such, and for her exceptional tactical skill, I have decided to grant the request of Commander Mira Nova to assume control of the Earth Wildlife Preserve."
The alien in question stepped forward to the sound of cheers across the pavilion. Her long flaming hair offset light blue skin, and while her body may have been lithe few in the crowd would have been foolish enough to discount her prowess considering rumors of her telepathic abilities.
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Mira replied. "It will be my honor to take control of our installation on Earth. Sometime after the battle, I learned that initial reports were incorrect, and a small number of Kat Nebulans were actually planetside during the crisis."
"You only asked if any of their ships landed!" Someone protested from within the crowd. Mira's gentle smile turned into a glare for a brief moment before she snapped back to parade attention. "Thankfully Nebulans bear a passing resemblance to local fauna, and so serious disruption was avoided. Regardless. It's clear a firm hand is needed here, and I look forward to taking a more proactive approach in my management of the planet."
"Thank you, Commander Nova." The Councilwoman replied. "Next, I would like to draw attention to your predecessor. Hard as it was to believe, Acting Commander of Earth 'Wendy Pleakley'-" the Councilwoman sounded the name out carefully, "Not only risked everything in pursuit of escaped Criminal Jumba Jookiba, but also had the foresight to both discover and send warning against the menace infiltrating this world. Regardless of my prior interactions with the man, he has proven himself a true son of the Federation, and he deserves the highest praise."
Hundreds of miles away, a very noodly alien practically leaped for joy.
As the Councilwoman stepped back, a minor Galactic functionary stepped forward. "Unfortunately, Commander Pleakley is presumed deceased. His award will be accepted post-humorously-"
An even more minor functionary stepped forward and whispered something in the first functionary's ear.
"Posthumously and bestowed on his surviving family."
"In addition." the Councilwoman concluded, "I wish to also thank the official who kept Commander Pleakley's executive emergency signal running for more than a year in preparation for this day."
"Ah, about that, Your Excellency." The official in question piped up. "While I'm honored, I cannot accept this award. We only asked for a new commander through the standard channels. No one here put out such a signal, and certainly no one left it on for seventeen local lunar cycles straight."
"...Then who did?" The Councilwoman asked.
---
Hundreds of miles away, a very noodly alien reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, thin transmission beacon blinking a bright and angry red.
"Huh." Pleakley chuckled awkwardly. "Forgot I had this."
Jumba turned it off.
---
Getting the remainder of the cats under control is nowhere near as easy as you expected. You can't help yourself, you're just too used to the agents of OWCA- after a second's thought you mentally add an 'N' to the acronym- to go down within the first thirty seconds of interrupting your plans, only to escape later on and cause trouble.
That's not the case here, regrettably. Detaining the superpowered felines is a slow and methodical process, one that is only made more difficult by your continued search for Ex-Agent K. After a few hours, you had to unfortunately conclude that he had escaped during the chaos. While you round up a few other kitties as well, you must assume a lot of them have gone to ground.
While that certainly isn't good, it isn't as terrible as it could've been. For starters, you know exactly what Kat looks like, and you have a pretty good idea of how he escaped too. Naturally, he would be looking for the least likely route possible so as to not draw attention to himself, and what do cats hate more than water? You make a mental note to look into Kat's escape further down the road, if you have the time.
The feline menace may have been neutered, but your fair city definitely paid the price for it. At first Kat targeted the most critical parts of your infrastructure- the power plant, your Normbot stations, everything related to defenses- and later they just started acting out on random, causing as much chaos as they could. You… should probably look into taking care of that.
A couple days after the incident, some stuffed suit from the Feds showed up and delivered a letter. Much to your surprise, the government was sending… domestic aid?! They were just giving you the money for the aftermath of a "supervillain attack?" Wait a second.
Doofenshmirtz Diplomacy check: Do you accept the money?
DC 60 needed
33+18+15-30 (Pride)=36
Failure!
Federal aid for supervillain attack in the city… of… Danville.
To heck with that! Taking that money implies that you're part of, you know, the domestic situation. Which you're totally not. Maybe it'll run you about seven of something, but you'd rather stand on your own two feet than accept something from a washed up excuse for a foreign leader.
All in all, you can't say you're all that pleased with how this supervillain attack turned out. Where was the bold declaration of power, the demands for the city's fish supply, and the gigantic superweapon that was stopped at the last minute?! All you got was someone that messed with your inators and committed industrial sabotage. Meh. Maybe the next one will be more willing to play by the rules.
---
In a small suburban home on the outskirts of Danville, Phineas and Ferb were trying to come to terms with their pet's disloyalty.
Candace couldn't say that she'd ever seen Phineas worked up like this. Sure, he could get a little manic when in the depths of a project, and he did snap at her once, but those were just one-time things! He shouldn't still be brooding on it hours later.
Naturally, she had called her mom and Linda hadn't believed a single word of it. The news story talked about a 'cat-themed supervillain' wreaking havoc on Danville, and while she was glad to hear everything was okay, any claims that Kat was behind it all were quickly denied.
"I just don't get it, Candace! We didn't even do anything wrong with Kat! We never left him out in the rain, we always made sure his food and water bowls were filled, and we bought him all the toy mice he ever wanted! What could possibly have led him to do something like that?!"
Candace sighed. Her brothers, as much as they drove her insane, were incredibly brilliant… when it came to engineering. Or science stuff too, she guessed. Anything involving the slightest amount of deception and trickery though? Out of the question. If the universe itself hadn't been against her, they would've noticed what Kat was up to months ago. "Phineas… sometimes people are just like that. You've seen the news, you know there are supervillains out there, right?"
"Okay, but this is Kat we're talking about! Look how upset Ferb is!"
Candace looked at Ferb's blank expression. Phineas was right, the kid was falling apart.
Candace considered the many, many warning signs she could have pointed out; would have pointed out just a few days ago if the idea of Busting something to Phineas and Ferb had crossed her mind. Not just Kat, but all the other things people managed not to know; her mom and their Big Ideas, Jeremy and Little Susie Johnson, the entire city and their evil overlord, apparently. The enormity of it filled up her mind, and she knew going point to point would only hurt her brothers. For once, today was not the day for 'I told you so'.
"Sometimes you just don't know people as well as you think you do."
Phineas didn't know what to do about that.
---
Your Avatar of Feldrake was forcibly shut down and will need an Occult action to repair. Feldrake may get grumpy if you leave it a steaming wreck for too long!
Hego's story will continue shortly.
Major Monogram has been upgraded to the NEW Organization Without A Cool Acronym. His intrigue has increased by 3, and he has become a special hero unit!
Doofenshmirtz is slightly more aware of the existence of sabotage and deception. His Intrigue increases by 1!
Doofenshmirtz has become slightly more adept at managing combat scenarios! His Martial increases by 1!
Phineas and Ferb's Intrigue has… increased by 3.
For the first time in quite a while, Phineas and Ferb have reason to believe less than the actual best of everyone. 'Eternal Optimists' has been reduced by 5.
Roddy Blair has gained 10 loyalty from the Perfect Lair!
You chose to prioritize the people of Doofania above all else. Your public opinion has increased considerably! Public opinion loss from this event has been completely mitigated!
The Galactic Federation is now aware that an executive distress signal was sent from somewhere on the planet!
In the absence of Commander Gantu, Commander Mira Nova has assumed Kingship over the Galactic Federation Earth Wildlife Preserve!
Kat revealed as a Nemesis! Nemesis action unlocked!
Investigate the Cat Mafia Intrigue action unlocked!
Jumba's pet dragon mitigated some of the physical damages!
Doof was unwilling to accept federal relief aid for Kat's assault on Doofania!
You put other concerns above preventing collateral damage, and your beautiful city lies in ruins! Well, ok. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. And most people have insurance. But your Normbot depos are trashed, the power plant desperately needs repair, and several of your self-owned DE-Megamarts have been totally looted of all cat treats available. It's gonna take some doing to get things fixed.
You can:
[ ] Pay 7 income
[ ] Devote 2 Stewardship actions of moderate difficulty to repairing the damage
[ ] Devote 1 Stewardship action and 4 income
There will be a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
DAMN IT DOOF!
[inarticulate rage]
I really have no words for this shit.
Well, considering Kat had literally all the cards and he didn't manage to get away clean, this could have gone a lot worse and I'll take it.
As it is though we're probably going to have to take a lot of money actions next turn. Hopefully (knock on wood) dice will pity us and give us coven so we can spare the time for the Avatar
As it is though we're probably going to have to take a lot of money actions next turn. Hopefully (knock on wood) dice will pity us and give us coven so we can spare the time for the Avatar
Walls have decreased in utility steadily since the invention of the aeroplane.
I want turrets.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Alternate solution:
Walls that can fly up to block planes, and have laser turrets.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
This was an incredibly costly "win", and with almost no upsides to boot, but at least we got a proper nemesis out of it. He's even an oddly-coloured sentient animal, and that's good because it sticks to our branding.
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Tumach
Majestic hat wearer
- Location
- a valid location
Hmm. I wonder if we could theoretically improve the thing? Like, say, get rid of the chance of it going berserk?
Is it just me, or is this ellipsis kinda ominous?
Hmm. On the one hand, GalFed looking in our direction, even if they don't know that's the direction they're looking for, could become problematic. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure Mira is now one of the sanest, most reasonable, most ethical Kings in play. That's... probably a net positive?
Oh, excellent! An animal nemesis! Somehow, the world just feels more right.
- Location
- Washington
Well that was excruciating. I hope things will pick up now that that's finally over.