The World's Least Powerful Man
How are we supposed to have a villain who doesn't do anything objectionable, praythee tell me? It's almost like villains are bad guys or something...
edited 9th Mar '18 12:49:00 PM by dvorak
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Yeah - a very good point on your end.
Scrubbing Lord Eclipse of anything problematic would not leave very much left.
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The World's Least Powerful Man
"This device can power the city for a year. And you use it to kill people with!?"
"Yeah, pretty much. What would you use it for?"
"Powering the city for a year."
"No. Give it back."
Edited by dvorak on Apr 27th 2020 at 11:24:31 AM
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They/Them
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That somewhat reminds me of a particular panel
from a Spider-Man comic. A+ for that line though.
After taking a few sips of her own, the Witch placed her cup back down on the table and tented her fingers, asking simply, "So, Arthur, Son of the Butcher, shall we discuss your reasons for coming here?"
Arthur bolted upright in shock, nearly spilling his tea in the process. He'd been so caught up in nearly dying in the forest, and the surreal experience of finally meeting the Witch and seeing all her eccentricities firsthand, that he had nearly forgotten why he had sought her out in the first place.
"Well," he began guiltily, ashamed that he had so easily forgotten Morgan's plight, "I have a sister..." He paused for a moment in order to process how he would ask for the Witch's help, only for her to interrupt him.
"Oh, how wonderful!" the Witch said happily, her face brightened with a joyful smile. "I don't know why you felt the need to come all the way here just to tell me that, but that's great news! You get along with her well, I hope? My own family relations are a bit strained, so I hope yours are better off."
Arthur simply blinked in utter bewilderment.
"I wasn't finished, Miss."
"Ah. Sorry, do go on then."
The World's Least Powerful Man
"You ain't got the moral high ground on this one, toots. If I give up all my guns, it's only a matter of time before I get eaten by frankensteins, zombies, killer robots, or some other monster. You, on the other hand, are a horrible little sweat-gremlin, not out of nescessity, but because you think it's fun. If you gave up being a weirdo, you'd still fucking be here tomorrow. I give up being 'a gun-toting psychopath,' as you put it, I wouldn't be."
edited 19th Mar '18 11:53:30 PM by dvorak
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My Teen Titans Go and The Gentry idea.
AHH YES, WE HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YU and YUR UNIVERSE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. LEVITY, CHILDISHNESS, FUN...ALL THESE THINGS YU PROMOTE, WE OF THE GENTRY CANNOT ABIDE. I DETECT YU DESIRE ANSWERS, WHO I AM.
The enormous black egg's eye narrowed a bit, its way of depicting a smile even on its smooth, incomprehensible surface, WE ARE BEINGS FROM BEYOND. WE EAT OF YUR UNIVERSE - WE ENSORCELL, WE DEGENERATE, WE FEAST, WE DESTROY.
The massive form with a city upon its head devoured yet more of the city, yet the boy could barely bring himself to move. It was like the being before him froze his very "animation".
YU MOVE WHEN THE GENTRY DESIRE YU TO MOVE. I AM INTELLECTRON. THE GREAT BEAST THAT FEASTS ON YUR CITY IS HELLMACHINE. Intellectron courteously allowed Robin to fall, gasping for air on burnt lungs, YUR TIME IS COMING, CHILDREN.
EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WILL END, OR BE GENTRIFIED. WITNESS THE ANTI-DEATH EQUATION - IT TWISTS YUR MIND AS IT WRACKS YUR BODY. YU WILL RISE AGAIN, OF COURSE...BUT AS A GENTRY-APPROVED TEEN TITAN.
(That Guy You Met Once)
Narrated by an Attractive Bent-Gender character:
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Two ghosts talking:
"Yep. Dead as a doornail."
"But why? I'm so young! I had a life to live! Why can't I wear contacts but can wear these glasses? WHY DO YOU HAVE A FIDGET SPINNER?!"
"To answer the last question: I find it good fun and stress relief, to answer the penultimate one: those glasses are specially made for ghosts and the first one you asked: You were murdered last night."
The utterly broken First Advocate of a People's Republic of Tyranny, described bluntly by an associate:
The World's Least Powerful Man
"Don't you fucking dare die on me; you're the only one of these psychopaths I can actually talk to!"
"I'm literally a space alien; you're honestly surprised at my dietary requirements?"
edited 1st May '18 8:18:54 AM by dvorak
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The Shadow
"Do you remember our most important rule?" "Never try and con florists again, 'cause they're better at it than we are?" "...So, do you remember our second most important rule?"
edited 2nd May '18 7:37:39 PM by TheShadow
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
(That Guy You Met Once)
Among the list of crimes one of my characters has been charged with.
Then there's battery, class D through triple A.
edited 2nd May '18 5:23:59 PM by Wheezy
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)
Strepsirrhine of DOOM!
"He was the kind of guy who would have a tattoo on his ass, of his ass."
Now it just needs a story to put it in.
Tidesson Son of the staves of time
The World's Least Powerful Man
"I'm not a psychopath, I'm a *socio*path."
"What's the difference?"
"A psychopath treats it like a chore, a sociopath treats it like a game."
edited 7th May '18 6:48:02 PM by dvorak
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Balmunc is one of my weirdest and most contradictory villains - he started off as an evil old sorcerer, but as he hopped bodies and even Frankenstein'ed up new ones, his mind kind of went...odd directions. He's gone from hating Vonh for ruining his plans to being romantically obsessed with him to spitefully ruining his life for not reciprocating to not knowing where his love for Vonh and his hate for him begin nor end in regards to one another.
Here are his thoughts, when faced with a (possible) reincarnation of Vonh.
No matter what, I don't want to have you leave mine eyes. I have so very much missed you, missed your sweet scents, missed your blood upon the air, missed your handsome face, missed your determined glance at me amidst war.
Vonh, I love you...I hate you...we're tied together, seeking each other out for this, forever...and ever. And I'd not have it any other way.
"Hey, is he authorized to be here?"
"No, he isn't. (Beat) And neither am I."
The World's Least Powerful Man
"Life had taken a shine to him, and expressed her affection through frequent gifts of fresh lemons."
edited 6th Jun '18 5:21:10 PM by dvorak
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A bit more Malfien from my weird very early oddly Power Rangers like stories.
Matthew watched horrified by this display, "What the heck is that?"
Malfien drove back, and opened the window to his car - the front was shaped like a skull, the rest oddly like a dragster or some sort of extremely fast Formula car. "You'll need to go faster to fight against my Malfienmobile! I only know maximum overdrive!"
Malfien then sped off down the road, a mad smile upon his face. So much destruction to cause by way of this car...
edited 12th Jun '18 1:02:35 AM by NickTheSwing
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Strepsirrhine of DOOM!
The story in question is a Silent Hill fanfic (of a sort: the characters and monsters are all original, but the setting is taken directly from the games). The main character, by this point, has started to become Genre Savvy about the fact that he's become a Survival Horror protagonist.
"It's in the basement," David said glumly.
"What?"
"Whatever we're looking for, whatever these eggs are connected to...it's in the basement."
Lynnette turned to David, confused, the floorplan half crumpled in her hand. "How do you know?"
"Because that's the worst possible place for it to be."
Lynnette stared at David, trying to process what he had just said. "Okay, you're going to have to elaborate on that one."
David sighed. "It's that 'bigger and more sinister something.' Whatever force is pulling the strings around here, it knows I really don't want to go into the basement. So we need to go into the basement."
Context: Matsuro, one of Wolfang Richler's Japanese kids deemed "most like him" both has an Everyone Has Standards / Heel–Face Turn moment and confronts dear old dad.
Wolfang outright chuckled, "Ah, but this isn't a just world - I'll get away with it. Same as I always do. I'm immortal, a nigh complete god - reality is my play thing...like women are."
Matsuro glared at his father, clenching one fist, "I'll concede ONE point there - no just world would give a man like you so much power. And I'll admit it, for a while I treated the girls at my school like you would - but I'm...I'm going to change. I'm going to settle with the girl I love. And I won't gaslight or corrupt or abuse anyone the way you have."
Wolfang stretched and then cupped his chin, taking an amused look, "You got started already - once you pop a self esteem you just can't stop. You ARE a lot like me. I know it just looking at you. Nothing's off the table - moment she let's you down, you'll take your vengeance by cheating with that other one you fancied."
Matsuro got up and started toward the door, "For an immortal, you're about as mature as the schoolyard bullies at my high school. Just because I'm my father's son doesn't mean I have to exult in it. I'm done falling under your shadow, dad."
Wolfang visibly rolled his eyes as his son left, but privately growled in frustration, "And I ever so enjoyed him toying with their hearts...my son is SUCH a freaking killjoy!!" Wolfang tumbled backwards looking for his book of files on the local personalities.
edited 16th Jun '18 1:45:21 AM by NickTheSwing
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"What makes a beast a beast? Are they beasts who hunt for food by their instincts? Or we who are beasts in a hunter’s clothing, who hunt beasts because they are beasts?"
edited 16th Jun '18 7:58:19 PM by Mhazard
The World's Least Powerful Man
"To me, your society is the equivalent of those wasps that lay eggs in other insects brains. You take over and subvert people's lives, mutilating and burning and poisoning who they really are, and you don't even have the decency to let them be properly horrified by it. You force them to enjoy themselves. Go ahead and call me a savage all you want, you fucking monster."
edited 20th Jun '18 6:40:00 PM by dvorak
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From my Blood Knight orc college student:
So going by your logic, if hate groups are referenced or appear, they must either be the major villain and not be upstaged or rendered less evil by comparison or just be a set piece in the background.
And going by "problematic", should I then scour my works for everything that is problematic?
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