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Dear Super villians, evil geniuses, mad scientists, evil sorcerers, military dictators, ancient evils, demons, corporate businessmen, and other generally evil people,
Hello I am Dr. Destructo, a super powerful evil genius sorcereor. I am calling you all together now, to form The Legion of Doom. Together we will spread pain, misery, and destruction across the universe. So please join, we have free beer.
-Dr. Destructo

Dear Dr Destructo,
I would like to join the legion of doom. I am a psychotic military dictator and see the obvious advantages of aligning myself with you.
From,
Field Marshall Seville

Dear Psychotic Military Dictator,
And your name is?

Dear Dr. Destructo,
My name is Harold Hamilton, and I worked on the US's atomic bomb program during WWII. In February of 1945, I managed to blow up my body and irradiate my brain so it generated radiation on it's own. While the government managed to save me, it locked my brain in a container of nutrient solution and rigged a communications array that permitted me to interact with others, and my advice lead to my rival Oppenheimer's successful test on July 16, 1945, earning me the nickname of the Atomic Brain.
While I seethed under what amounted to house arrest, I was helpless until, desperate to one-up the Soviets, the government finally acceded to my demands for a mobile robotic body, one powered by the awesome energies of my irradiated brain.
The fools didn't know the extent of my power, and I escaped as soon as I plugged in, blasting my way out with my abilitiy to generate waves of radiation.
While my escape and later machinations exacerbated the Cold War, I have as yet been unable to bathe the world in nuclear fire. Perhaps your operation can assist me.
Sincerely,
Harold Hamilton (the Atomic Brain)

Dear Psychotic Military Dictator,
And your name is?

Dear Dr Destructo,
I would like to join the legion of doom. I am a psychotic military dictator and see the obvious advantages of aligning myself with you.
From,
Field Marshall Seville

there

Dr. Destructo,

My name is Keir Shytin, CEO of Shytin Enterprises. For years now, my loyal minions have been hard at work in my secret underground base for the single purpose of the construction of a such a devise that would, ultimately, lead to total dominion over, or destruction of, the known world as we know it. An intelligent man, I can see the obvious benefits of joining an organization such as The Legion of Doom, and would like to join. My considerable funds will no doubt contribute greatly to this operation. Now if you'll excuse me, my cat, Mr. Skittles, is in dire need of a bath.

A message Sent to all who have responded to the call
Very Well, come to my secret base in the Swamp of Sorrows

The mechanical limbs moved gracefully-originally fine steel, they had been replaced with harder ceramics as time marched forward and advances were made.
"Prepare my transport" the electronic voice was not human, but the minions had learned to understand it over time. Like the rest of the robotic body, it had been extensively modified over it's half-century of use. This model was easily understandable, without the pauses and gaps as the computer poured through it's library of prerecorded phrases to find the right words. "I desire to visit...the Swamp of Sorrows? Well, I suppose Onyxia playing in the yard keeps the Jehovah's Witnesses off the porch."
The minions paused in mid-action, waiting...
"That's a joke-laugh."
They obeyed, until a sideways cutting motion indicated they should cease.
The Atomic Brain's men were CIA trained, the sort of refuse and criminals who were dedicated enough to capitalism the government could turn a blind eye to their alliance during the era of the Cold War, cut off from funding by the Ford Administration's ban of black operations-a ban which swelled the Atomic Brain's own operation, both in manpower and in black ops equipment the military and intelligence services scurried to hide from the ban.
His people, well-placed in top secret research think-tanks and intelligence groups that hid from the media, kept him up-to-date on the cutting edge of technology-experimental prototypes fresh off the assembly line, but not yet in mainstream production.
He found it easy to claim a prototype hadn't passed muster and keep the new craft to himself, and the long-range bomber he'd require to reach the Swamp of Sorrows was typical of his equipment-gleaming black, it's wedge shaped sillouette designed to be a sliver on a radar screen. "Will attaching a personal flier compromise it's stealth features?"
"Only slightly, Sir."
"Then attach a jetpack and skyhook to my body-I have not decided one way or the other on this, yet."
Col. Sun had served the Atomic Brain since his own extraction from his native China during a debacle involving British Intelligence in Hong Kong, and bowed as he spoke. "Perhaps we should employ a remote drone, Sir."
The irradiated green tissue in the clear tank atop the robotic shoulders pulsated and flashed dull colors-the electronic voice box hadn't learned the Atomic Brain's humor, but Col. Sun knew his master was chuckling. "Where's the fun in that? I have not had opportunity to embark on a grand scheme for some time, and my allies deserve the courtesy of the real me."
"Sir, personal appearances are dangerous..."
"Of course they are! It's a dangerous world." The Atomic Brain cut off his most faithful minion. "After all, I'm in it."

"My lord, we've readied your personal transport for departure." The uniformed minion (http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p98/l33t-h4x0r/Guards.jpg) stood in front of the large, ultra-modern desk, an assault rifle secured across his back. He was just one of many employed in this secret base, utterly expendable, yet vital to any operations.

"Excellent..." The responding voice said, the body hidden behind the tall, expensive leather office chair. Behind the chair, a hand stroked the white fur of a white Persian cat. The chair spun around, revealing a man wearing a gray Nehru jacket. He was bald, and a scar ran up his left cheek, where an eyepatch cut it off. "I shall be leaving immediately."

"Umm, a-about that sir..." The minion began, stammering.

The man raised an eyebrow. "What?" He replied, already annoyed.

"D-don't you think this is a trap? I mean, if I-"

"YOU DARE DOUBT MY ACTIONS??!!" The man roared, forcing the minion to jump back in terror. "YOU SHALL SUFFER FOR THIS TRANSGRESSION!!!"

The minion pleaded and begged for the man to spare him, but it was already too late. He pressed a button on his desk, and the floor where the minion was begging opened up, revealing a tank of water. Needless to say, the minion fell through, instantly devoured by the swarm of piranha fish that lived within.

Happy over the punishment, the Mastermind stood up, stepping over the area where the trap door had been, and proceeded to the door. Of course, he had already considered the possibility of a trap, but decided that the possible benefits outweighed the risks. Nevertheless, he would be prepared.

Keir Shytin smiled as he stepped aboard his personal transport. Finally, world domination was no longer a solo job.

(OOC: By the way, I'm totally serious about RP'ing an Evil Genius. Just putting it out there.)

My alias is Red Shadow, my name is not important. The Legion of Doom can be an incredible force for Evil! I would like to join this organization to help control the world!

Very well come to my base in the Swamp of Sorrows

Since two of us have posted going to the Swamp of Sorrows some time back, are we waiting on the other two, or did you start an IC thread and not tell anyone?

OOC: this was supposed to be OOC an IC. Would you prefer to start if the other two do not pst? I can create plenty of villians to fill the rolls

Dear Doctor Destructo:

My name is Curtis Electra, but most call me Electro-cute. I am a member of a strike force recently formed with myself, the Sphincter (Reardon Endis), Motorhead (LaJohn Diesel), Imbroglio (Allen Feist) and Load (Dino Fistus). While we hesitate to use outmoded terms such as "evil," we are certainly interested in undertakings that will lead to our mutual profit.

We have certain...skills and abilities...that your people may find interesting.

We would like to discuss the possibility of working with your Legion of Doom.

What do you have to offer us?

Very well, I have begun the IC thread Beware the Legion (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14369336#post14369336) and invite any and all to post their arrival at the Swamp of Sorrows. I have taken the liberty of assuming we are using the original Hall of Doom, but can correct simply enough.

Just a note to let you know the thread's still open and waiting:BUMP

You never responded to my post.