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My Evil Plan

Started by I_am_so_nifty, July 15, 2010, 11:04:57 AM

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I_am_so_nifty

Your objective is simple: world domination.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: hatred for all mankind.

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first assassinate a Pope. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, terrified by your arrival. Who is this Despoiler of all that is Good and Nice and True? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in Classic Black?

Stage Two

Next, you must vaporize the Moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will spontaneously combust, as countless hordes of winged monkeys hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three

Finally, you must reveal to the world your plague of doom, bringing about an End to Sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with insanity, and no man will ever again dare interrupt your sentences. Everyone will bow before your Cunning Intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to give you control of the planet.

Create your own evil plan so that we can share in our evil ways.
This is Nifty, Royal Heir.

I'm like, an adult now or something? Sounds fake, but okay.

crayauchtin

QuoteCongratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: world domination.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: power
Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first seduce a rock star. This will cause the world to whisper among themselves, unsettled by your arrival. Who is this Unholy Menace? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as a Dark Gunslinger?
Stage Two

Next, you must seize control of New York. This will all be done from a air fortress, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will weep uncontrollably, as countless hordes of corporate suits hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three

Finally, you must let loose your opening of the seven seals, bringing about Pain, suffering, the usual. Your name shall become synonymous with sheer dementedness, and no man will ever again dare make you clean your room. Everyone will bow before your Dashing Good Looks, and the world will have no choice but to make you their god.
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