- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
this was the first turn we had the option, aside from "spy on your employees"
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- USA
That's partially why I want Doof to chat with Mirage next turn. Maybe he can learn a thing or two of how things went, maybe on a great roll could unlock one of the mirage actions for the future. (Leasing deniable assets perhaps?)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
New inators!
The Term-inator!
You wanted to turn Norm into an awesome stealth robot like in the movies, but got this instead! A full school term finishes immediately, giving students everywhere free time! Phineas and Ferb are automatically available next turn, and Vanessa is available as a collaboration unit!
The Nurture-or-nature-inator!
You got the idea from that movie Trading Places! Except you're not going to frame Mirage for drug dealing as part of it, you're evil, not an orange juice salesman. But really, anybody could do what Mirage and Moseby do, right? They just need the opportunity! Next turn each council position will be temporarily taken by a random unit from the hero cards!
The Term-inator!
You wanted to turn Norm into an awesome stealth robot like in the movies, but got this instead! A full school term finishes immediately, giving students everywhere free time! Phineas and Ferb are automatically available next turn, and Vanessa is available as a collaboration unit!
The Nurture-or-nature-inator!
You got the idea from that movie Trading Places! Except you're not going to frame Mirage for drug dealing as part of it, you're evil, not an orange juice salesman. But really, anybody could do what Mirage and Moseby do, right? They just need the opportunity! Next turn each council position will be temporarily taken by a random unit from the hero cards!
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- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
God I F*cking wish
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
Just wanted to tell you all that the dimensional anomaly of DVV is spreading, and Doris has been sighted IRL disguised as a deep-sea jellyfish:
Probably a plot by Bill, questers be wary.
Probably a plot by Bill, questers be wary.
Quest: The Best is Yet to Come- The Girl from Ipanema
- Location
- Pennsylvania
You are the woman called Elizabeth Peña, acting CEO of DEI, and you are preparing to attend what you dearly hope is a low-stakes fundraiser for the future of Supers everywhere. You had received an invitation in the mail about a week after the Doctor froze himself, cordially inviting you to an evening of pleasant dining and light entertainment from the Rat Pack. You expect that several other figures of note will be in attendance, all making a public appearance before Martinez attempts to push the SRA repeal through Congress.
You glance over at your companions for the evening, dearly hoping that this public event doesn't go the way of the last you oversaw. A supervillain attack would be unlikely, you have to admit- villainous supers hold just as much distaste for the act as their heroic counterparts- but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Marco Diaz is something of an unknown for you. The information the Commodore had assembled and delivered to the Doctor was comprehensive enough, but it didn't paint a good picture of the man himself. The man was in his late teens and had already seen more action than a fair number of your PMC members, which the jagged scars over his left eye could attest to. You still remembered the reports from the incident in New York, which the dramatically inclined in DEI had taken to calling the 'Twelfth Night'. Having his eye nearly clawed out by a psychotic gargoyle would hardly be a cause for celebration, but Marco seemed to take to his new scar rather well. Whenever asked about it he would simply say he was one step closer to his 'Neverzone bod'. What that could mean you couldn't begin to guess and had no reason to inquire. All that mattered was that you trusted his discretion and he was available as an entire security team in a single plus one.
'Reformed' supervillain "Bug Queen" Lizzy is looking incredibly uncomfortable outside of the chitin armor she normally wears everywhere. You and Marco had decided that your bodyguards for the evening would wear matching suits and sunglasses, fashionable enough to get through the door and subtle enough to go unnoticed by most. She cast a longing glance at her insect control helmet, folded and stashed in a nearby briefcase. The woman was here as a 'bodyguard' for deniability's sake, but in reality she was an attempt to show willingness from the supervillainous community, inasmuch as you could claim to speak for them. You can already tell this is not her favorite environment, but despite his 'evil' brand the doctor does not actually tend to hire from the greyer side of the market very often. With Technor occupied and your new recruit apparently insistent on going incognito, you were left with few options.
"I don't like the suit. It is impractical and unfashionable." Lizzy monotoned.
"We could trade places if you'd like," the last member of the group teased.
'Francisca Marshall', for her part, is by all appearances having the time of her life. You haven't had the time to get a read on DEI's newest supervillain for hire outside of the basic dossier you had assembled. Wanted in five states for various metahuman felonies, Mezmerella is a Super in possession of hypnotic power and a slew of mind-altering gadgets ranging from the amusing to the disturbing. If the last ten minutes mean anything, she is also a compulsive showboater. Mezmerella was skilled enough to maintain a cover name by default, but apparently felt that a simple, unremarkable name was insufficient for 'Francisca'.
You remember walking into your office this morning and finding her application for the mission done in triplicate on your desk. You're still not certain how she found out about it in the first place, though you do have your guesses. She'd come with her own outfit, and it was… well.
It was a red dress which contained almost as much sequin per volume as actual velvet cloth, tailored and trimmed in the all the places necessary to give off respectable sophistication, which was useful given the shameless grin covering her face.
The woman has, somehow, accessorized the Ruby Wings into the outfit, their shimmering form folded against her back as if it were just another part of the construction. It reminded you of a peacock on display.
Her grin widens. "Like what you see?"
As did other things. You sigh. You can already tell this one is just competent enough to be a handful.
"You're going to get us thrown out the second we walk in the door." Marco complains.
Mezmerella whirls to face him, her face the picture of amused indignity.
"Are you doubting the capabilities of the Mistress of Mirage?!" Mezmerella shouts. Loudly.
Marco somehow manages to choke on nothing, blinking furiously. A moment later silence reigns.
Mirage Intrigue Check: Did she do that on purpose?
48+31+20+7+3=109
Mezmerella opposed Intrigue Check!
67+29=96
Success
She did not do that on purpose. She hides it well, but you are nearly certain that Mezmerella is just as thrown as you are. You are also certain that she's not about to back down now. You allow yourself the barest hint of a sigh, and let the moment pass.
"Did you just-" Marco begins.
"Let the moment pass."
---
When you arrive at the Joe Higgins Convention Center in Sacramento later that evening, you can't help but feel a slight sense of apprehension. Your face and 'name' are hardly public knowledge when it comes to your old Kronos connections, though you can't fully discount the possibility of some former high-ranking Kronos executives remembering some very unpleasant things. Marco and Lizzy stand behind you at a respectable distance while 'Francisca' walks ahead, her ostentatious outfit attracting a bit of attention. Better on her than you, it has to be said.
The convention hall manages to loom over the rest of the block despite being dwarfed by the skyscrapers around it, a vast obsidian edifice trimmed in white neon. The 'ENCOM' name shone brightly in the evening as a reminder of who actually owned the place. You had been to the ENCOM headquarters on a brief assignment in the past, and immediately recognized the similarity in decor. The consistency in architecture came as a breath of fresh air after the maddening chaos that Danville had become, even if the contemporary style wasn't your favorite. The rooms were broad and well-lit by upward facing light fixtures that reflected off of the black glass that rimmed the main hall. Granite walls drank in the light, presenting an air of cool sophistication, while a few splashes of bright color kept the earthy tones of the base design from becoming drab. In all, it was a perfectly united architectural piece with no extraneous elements.
The effect was slightly mitigated by the stage that promised the Rat Pack would be performing later that night.
"This place is dull." Lizzy comments. "Couldn't they have picked somewhere more likely to be attacked? Even my ants are bored. I finally managed to train a bulldog to bite on command. Barely."
You choose not to question that.
"Where else would they go?" Marco asks. "Vegas is overdone, Sokyo is the heart of their main competition, LA… might actually have worked, now that you mention it."
"There are a lot of supervillains in LA. Heck, Quackerjack kidnapped their entire police force that one time." Mezmerella comments. "I gotta imagine a supervillain attack is the last thing they want."
"My understanding is that the 'villain' community is rather in favor of the SRA's demise." You comment. "Reduced disciminiation for biological supers in general, and a less lethal confrontation than with the police."
Mezmerella nods. Lizzy "eh"s.
There's still an hour or two until dinner starts; the crowd for the evening is just starting to filter in. From what you can see this is every bit the high-profile fundraiser it claims to be, attracting guests such as the governor of California- popular enough that even his political enemies just call him 'Kevin', if you recall correctly- and several other national notables with an established interest in the SRA repeal. You'll probably be sitting next to a few of them.
Stewardship Check: Do you know who you'll be sitting next to?
DC 80
37+23+10+19+3=92
Success
Naturally, you examined the guest list when you arrived. As the representative of a… reasonably well-regarded megacorp, you're afforded a seat amongst the movers and shakers. You're due to sit next to Shego and her plus one, as well as the Zaibatsu heads Liv Amara and, to your pleasant surprise, Judy Silverman. Trevor Trengrove is notably absent. Little point in approaching them now then; most of them don't seem to have arrived yet in any case.
As for who else you could rub elbows with. Ed Dillinger mills about next to the cocktail bar, looking simultaneously incredibly at home and very out of place. The CEO of the world's most prominent tech company hadn't made many public appearances as of late, leaving many to wonder about his reclusivity.
A man in a white suit and, for some reason, straw trilby is in polite conversation with Owen Burnett, presumably here on behalf of Xanatos.
Learning Check: Who is that froggly man?
DC 70
82+11+30+3=126
Success
You recognize him as Doc Hopper, fast food magnate famous (or infamous) for bringing frog legs back into the American consciousness. Possibly there's some sort of wheeling and dealing going on there.
As you're moving towards the bar, you hear something odd.
"Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Maniacal laugh? Obligatory laugh." a sharply dressed man… says? There's no mistaking this man as anyone other than Tex Richman, minor oil mogul and infamous for his distinct laughter style. Recently he made the news for losing an entire casino on a single roulette spin. He's not a major player in the grand scheme of things, but he does possess some influence in the Southwest that might be worth a conversation.
You spy Flintheart Glomgold across the hall. The world's richest duck… what is the world's richest duck doing?
Intrigue Check: What is Glomgold doing?
94+31+29+3=157
Glomgold contest:
92+32+15=139
Success
Glomgold, though he's doing an excellent job of hiding it from most passersby, is… he's gleefully stealing as many cocktail wieners as he can fit under a napkin. You can already hear him muttering to himself about the money he'll save on breakfast tomorrow morning; mostly because Mezmerella has already joined him.
Mezmerella Diplomacy check: Coexist
DC 85
69+20=89
Bare Success!
Mezmerella walks up to the richest duck in the world, and for a moment it seems as if open war will be declared over grazing rights. Then, a wordless understanding passes between them. They immediately begin covering for each other, moving up to the cocktail shrimp and robbing the platters blind.
Two minute later Mezmerella walks back to you with a neatly tied package of cocktail sausages and assorted hors d'oeuvres, which she hands off to Marco without another word.
You've got some time to talk before the dinner starts. Who's it going to be? Choose up to two.
[ ] Doc Hopper
[ ] Tex Richman
[ ] Ed Dillinger
[X] Flintheart Glomgold (Mez has selected this for you, for free! So don't select it.)
You glance over at your companions for the evening, dearly hoping that this public event doesn't go the way of the last you oversaw. A supervillain attack would be unlikely, you have to admit- villainous supers hold just as much distaste for the act as their heroic counterparts- but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Marco Diaz is something of an unknown for you. The information the Commodore had assembled and delivered to the Doctor was comprehensive enough, but it didn't paint a good picture of the man himself. The man was in his late teens and had already seen more action than a fair number of your PMC members, which the jagged scars over his left eye could attest to. You still remembered the reports from the incident in New York, which the dramatically inclined in DEI had taken to calling the 'Twelfth Night'. Having his eye nearly clawed out by a psychotic gargoyle would hardly be a cause for celebration, but Marco seemed to take to his new scar rather well. Whenever asked about it he would simply say he was one step closer to his 'Neverzone bod'. What that could mean you couldn't begin to guess and had no reason to inquire. All that mattered was that you trusted his discretion and he was available as an entire security team in a single plus one.
'Reformed' supervillain "Bug Queen" Lizzy is looking incredibly uncomfortable outside of the chitin armor she normally wears everywhere. You and Marco had decided that your bodyguards for the evening would wear matching suits and sunglasses, fashionable enough to get through the door and subtle enough to go unnoticed by most. She cast a longing glance at her insect control helmet, folded and stashed in a nearby briefcase. The woman was here as a 'bodyguard' for deniability's sake, but in reality she was an attempt to show willingness from the supervillainous community, inasmuch as you could claim to speak for them. You can already tell this is not her favorite environment, but despite his 'evil' brand the doctor does not actually tend to hire from the greyer side of the market very often. With Technor occupied and your new recruit apparently insistent on going incognito, you were left with few options.
"I don't like the suit. It is impractical and unfashionable." Lizzy monotoned.
"We could trade places if you'd like," the last member of the group teased.
'Francisca Marshall', for her part, is by all appearances having the time of her life. You haven't had the time to get a read on DEI's newest supervillain for hire outside of the basic dossier you had assembled. Wanted in five states for various metahuman felonies, Mezmerella is a Super in possession of hypnotic power and a slew of mind-altering gadgets ranging from the amusing to the disturbing. If the last ten minutes mean anything, she is also a compulsive showboater. Mezmerella was skilled enough to maintain a cover name by default, but apparently felt that a simple, unremarkable name was insufficient for 'Francisca'.
You remember walking into your office this morning and finding her application for the mission done in triplicate on your desk. You're still not certain how she found out about it in the first place, though you do have your guesses. She'd come with her own outfit, and it was… well.
It was a red dress which contained almost as much sequin per volume as actual velvet cloth, tailored and trimmed in the all the places necessary to give off respectable sophistication, which was useful given the shameless grin covering her face.
The woman has, somehow, accessorized the Ruby Wings into the outfit, their shimmering form folded against her back as if it were just another part of the construction. It reminded you of a peacock on display.
Her grin widens. "Like what you see?"
As did other things. You sigh. You can already tell this one is just competent enough to be a handful.
"You're going to get us thrown out the second we walk in the door." Marco complains.
Mezmerella whirls to face him, her face the picture of amused indignity.
"Are you doubting the capabilities of the Mistress of Mirage?!" Mezmerella shouts. Loudly.
Marco somehow manages to choke on nothing, blinking furiously. A moment later silence reigns.
Mirage Intrigue Check: Did she do that on purpose?
48+31+20+7+3=109
Mezmerella opposed Intrigue Check!
67+29=96
Success
She did not do that on purpose. She hides it well, but you are nearly certain that Mezmerella is just as thrown as you are. You are also certain that she's not about to back down now. You allow yourself the barest hint of a sigh, and let the moment pass.
"Did you just-" Marco begins.
"Let the moment pass."
---
When you arrive at the Joe Higgins Convention Center in Sacramento later that evening, you can't help but feel a slight sense of apprehension. Your face and 'name' are hardly public knowledge when it comes to your old Kronos connections, though you can't fully discount the possibility of some former high-ranking Kronos executives remembering some very unpleasant things. Marco and Lizzy stand behind you at a respectable distance while 'Francisca' walks ahead, her ostentatious outfit attracting a bit of attention. Better on her than you, it has to be said.
The convention hall manages to loom over the rest of the block despite being dwarfed by the skyscrapers around it, a vast obsidian edifice trimmed in white neon. The 'ENCOM' name shone brightly in the evening as a reminder of who actually owned the place. You had been to the ENCOM headquarters on a brief assignment in the past, and immediately recognized the similarity in decor. The consistency in architecture came as a breath of fresh air after the maddening chaos that Danville had become, even if the contemporary style wasn't your favorite. The rooms were broad and well-lit by upward facing light fixtures that reflected off of the black glass that rimmed the main hall. Granite walls drank in the light, presenting an air of cool sophistication, while a few splashes of bright color kept the earthy tones of the base design from becoming drab. In all, it was a perfectly united architectural piece with no extraneous elements.
The effect was slightly mitigated by the stage that promised the Rat Pack would be performing later that night.
"This place is dull." Lizzy comments. "Couldn't they have picked somewhere more likely to be attacked? Even my ants are bored. I finally managed to train a bulldog to bite on command. Barely."
You choose not to question that.
"Where else would they go?" Marco asks. "Vegas is overdone, Sokyo is the heart of their main competition, LA… might actually have worked, now that you mention it."
"There are a lot of supervillains in LA. Heck, Quackerjack kidnapped their entire police force that one time." Mezmerella comments. "I gotta imagine a supervillain attack is the last thing they want."
"My understanding is that the 'villain' community is rather in favor of the SRA's demise." You comment. "Reduced disciminiation for biological supers in general, and a less lethal confrontation than with the police."
Mezmerella nods. Lizzy "eh"s.
There's still an hour or two until dinner starts; the crowd for the evening is just starting to filter in. From what you can see this is every bit the high-profile fundraiser it claims to be, attracting guests such as the governor of California- popular enough that even his political enemies just call him 'Kevin', if you recall correctly- and several other national notables with an established interest in the SRA repeal. You'll probably be sitting next to a few of them.
Stewardship Check: Do you know who you'll be sitting next to?
DC 80
37+23+10+19+3=92
Success
Naturally, you examined the guest list when you arrived. As the representative of a… reasonably well-regarded megacorp, you're afforded a seat amongst the movers and shakers. You're due to sit next to Shego and her plus one, as well as the Zaibatsu heads Liv Amara and, to your pleasant surprise, Judy Silverman. Trevor Trengrove is notably absent. Little point in approaching them now then; most of them don't seem to have arrived yet in any case.
As for who else you could rub elbows with. Ed Dillinger mills about next to the cocktail bar, looking simultaneously incredibly at home and very out of place. The CEO of the world's most prominent tech company hadn't made many public appearances as of late, leaving many to wonder about his reclusivity.
A man in a white suit and, for some reason, straw trilby is in polite conversation with Owen Burnett, presumably here on behalf of Xanatos.
Learning Check: Who is that froggly man?
DC 70
82+11+30+3=126
Success
You recognize him as Doc Hopper, fast food magnate famous (or infamous) for bringing frog legs back into the American consciousness. Possibly there's some sort of wheeling and dealing going on there.
As you're moving towards the bar, you hear something odd.
"Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Maniacal laugh? Obligatory laugh." a sharply dressed man… says? There's no mistaking this man as anyone other than Tex Richman, minor oil mogul and infamous for his distinct laughter style. Recently he made the news for losing an entire casino on a single roulette spin. He's not a major player in the grand scheme of things, but he does possess some influence in the Southwest that might be worth a conversation.
You spy Flintheart Glomgold across the hall. The world's richest duck… what is the world's richest duck doing?
Intrigue Check: What is Glomgold doing?
94+31+29+3=157
Glomgold contest:
92+32+15=139
Success
Glomgold, though he's doing an excellent job of hiding it from most passersby, is… he's gleefully stealing as many cocktail wieners as he can fit under a napkin. You can already hear him muttering to himself about the money he'll save on breakfast tomorrow morning; mostly because Mezmerella has already joined him.
Mezmerella Diplomacy check: Coexist
DC 85
69+20=89
Bare Success!
Mezmerella walks up to the richest duck in the world, and for a moment it seems as if open war will be declared over grazing rights. Then, a wordless understanding passes between them. They immediately begin covering for each other, moving up to the cocktail shrimp and robbing the platters blind.
Two minute later Mezmerella walks back to you with a neatly tied package of cocktail sausages and assorted hors d'oeuvres, which she hands off to Marco without another word.
You've got some time to talk before the dinner starts. Who's it going to be? Choose up to two.
[ ] Doc Hopper
[ ] Tex Richman
[ ] Ed Dillinger
[X] Flintheart Glomgold (Mez has selected this for you, for free! So don't select it.)
- Location
- The Hub
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Tex Richman
[X] Tex Richman
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Ed Dillinger
[X] Ed Dillinger
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Tex Richman
[X] Tex Richman
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You might have a future in Supers if Seeds gets chaotic enough.
Oh she's both.
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Ed Dillinger
Ed in hopes he screws up like Trevor at the last shindig… leading to him suffering RED some years later when we poke him again.
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Ed Dillinger
I am not particularly interested in talking to someone who lost a whole casino to Daffy and Bugs. And also, I only really find Glomgold interesting to talk to here, and Mez picked him for us already.
[X] Ed Dillinger
I am not particularly interested in talking to someone who lost a whole casino to Daffy and Bugs. And also, I only really find Glomgold interesting to talk to here, and Mez picked him for us already.
Hey, it's the governor from Teamo Supremo!
Kind of a shame we didn't bring Technor now, but hey, maybe Teamo Supremo themselves are here.
- Location
- Germany
...Did Mezmerella just kinda "team up" with friggin Glomgold regarding robbing the buffet blind? not something I´d have seen coming, but neither something I dislike happening for now
That being said, our first set of roulls were a bit middling, despite all being successes
As For the vote, I only really want Glomgold for maybe building up on the fruitful if nonofficial loaning-out of assets we had going on this turn (but Mezmerella already snagged him and I am not one to turn up my nose at that free-bee...hell, I too would be plundering that buffet alongside those two if I were there) and
[X] Doc Hopper
Who knows? Maybe we can lay the groundwork for making our future buyout a bit easier on our (action) economy? Worth a try if nothing else
Other than that...what about
[X] Ed Dillinger ?
According to the discord, he is connected to ENCOM somehow, meaning that we might be able to glean *Something* that helps us getting back into the cyber-"front" once we can deal with that again. That reason and I just HATE Richman´s laughter style, much preferring to not expose myself too much to it.
We can still contact Bugs and Duffy later on without going over Tex just fine.
That being said, our first set of roulls were a bit middling, despite all being successes
As For the vote, I only really want Glomgold for maybe building up on the fruitful if nonofficial loaning-out of assets we had going on this turn (but Mezmerella already snagged him and I am not one to turn up my nose at that free-bee...hell, I too would be plundering that buffet alongside those two if I were there) and
[X] Doc Hopper
Who knows? Maybe we can lay the groundwork for making our future buyout a bit easier on our (action) economy? Worth a try if nothing else
Other than that...what about
[X] Ed Dillinger ?
According to the discord, he is connected to ENCOM somehow, meaning that we might be able to glean *Something* that helps us getting back into the cyber-"front" once we can deal with that again. That reason and I just HATE Richman´s laughter style, much preferring to not expose myself too much to it.
We can still contact Bugs and Duffy later on without going over Tex just fine.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ẏ̷̲͕͚o̶̱͋ū̸̬͆̓̆̀͑̂͠ ̴̲̙̂̕k̵̡̨̹̘͇̩͔͑͑͂̀̇͜͝ṋ̴̨̹͓͛̽͂̊͆ǫ̷̉͐͌͑̄̍͘w̴̗̗͘ ̶̳̹͖̦̻͛̅̈̂͘ͅf̶̹͇̠̙̊͌͝ų̶̩͉̗̮̜͒̏̋͛̀͛͌̕l̴͚̣̙͓͉̬͖̑l̴̨̡͍̻͎͕͋ ̶̽̑͌͜͝͝w̶̡̨̜͎̗͖͓̆͐̈̆͌͝ȩ̴̰͕̜͖̮͈̭́̿͐̇͛̽̌͝ĺ̸͎̞͓̟͍̜̑̚͜l̴͉͕̅̓̃͊̀͗ ̷̳͉͔̖̘̜̝̈ͅw̷̧͍͓̖̬̠͈̏͛̀̈͗͗̃̑h̶͎̱̟̣̽͗͋̍̾̕ẻ̵̢̮̙̼͚̲͖̽r̵̖͔͓̦͍͔̮͌́̿͒̽͝e̷̯͎͑̊͂ ̴̨͍̳̺̻͍̖͌̍̑̈́͜͝t̵̨̺̞̣͈͖͛̌́̄̆͘͘h̵̥̬̞͖͌́̈́̚͝e̷̮̫̜̺̣̼̮̽̆y̶̱͎̳̲̌͛̕ ̶̘͖̠̱̝̙̥͒ͅr̷̨̹͇͓̥̱̓̀͒̈́̀ͅê̴̛̱̩͔͔̯̠̫̆̅͠s̵̯̼̘͓̜̘͎̍̌ǐ̵̛̮̄̍̀̓͑̉ͅd̸̨̜̟̗̻̜̪̖̄̒͠e̶̢̢̗̼̞͉͈̊͂̏.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
We're planning to buy him out, which is a bit of a double edged sword as doing this now might make that easier, but we'd probably get access to his juicy, juicy (possibly Kermit related) secrets when we do so.
He's got some ties to Muppets and Toons and is generally a freak who we do not yet have plans to aquire.
This is probably the best team we're gonna get for the presumably insane "is this guy secretly the puppet of a megalomaniacal artificial intelligence?" check.
With that in mind:
[X] Tex Richman
[X] Ed Dillinger
Hey, I will have you know, he suffers from a rare condition rendering him unable to laugh or, indeed, experience the emotion of humor in any form.
- Location
- USA
So far everythings going great. No failures so far.
Mirage definitely fits this environment better than Doof.
Marco is chill.
Poor Liz isn't having fun unfortunately.
Mez is in her element it seems barring some involuntary villainous ham.
Looking good.
Mirage definitely fits this environment better than Doof.
Marco is chill.
Poor Liz isn't having fun unfortunately.
Mez is in her element it seems barring some involuntary villainous ham.
Looking good.
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weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
He is the CEO of ENCOM.
[X] Doc Hopper
[X] Ed Dillinger
[X] Ed Dillinger