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Hypothetical Evil Meetings

Okay, to keep from killing the _{[Pen scratch from suppressed laughter]} Love-Love Umbrella notice further, I'm calling a meeting of _{[Cue the same scratch]} --villanous foes here.

That's a roll call for the Captain, Black Lagoon, and the kinky message guy.

Can I get an actual roll call as well? I don't have any idea who our straggler is. Also, uh--whatever you want to discuss I guess--go for it.

Also, if this ~~abomination~~ idea goes through, what do we call ourselves? Are we a league? A team? --what are we dealing with?

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_{[Edited after later postings]}
EVIL ROSTER:
Scourge - KMG (kinky message guy) aka kinky massage guy aka Chair of the Board of Bedroom Activities
Abe - The Black Lagoon
Recluse - ~~Captain Beef~~ Captain St. Beef of the Resurrection
Piper - C3 (consul co-conspirator) it's an evil name, okay?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You're not the one I'm worried about. In fact, you are probably the least of my worries right now, right below this finicky hangnail I've got on my pinky finger.

Besides, it doesn't take rocket science to figure out the club is a joke. If you were more like our dear Anon here, maybe I'd start paying attention. Otherwise? Don't flatter yourself.

Amazing, it does have a sense of humor and reason! And here I thought you were Lord Recluse's negativeverse alternate or something.

'It' is most definitely not the negative-verse alternative of Captain Beef, no. Beef is pretty much the last word I could think of to describe me. Have we met before?

...Lord Recluse would be named after the Recluse Spider then? I thought it was because he was a hermit.

Partially. My subordinates thought it was an apt moniker, what with the preexisting arachnid theme to the organization I had joined, and my nature.

Then spider limbs grew out of my back. It seems the world agreed with them.

Clearly it was destiny. I'm still stuck with foursies.

Apparently so. Destiny was rather oddly exact in that case. We didn't have to redecorate at all.

I saw your corpse last night. That count?

I don't know much about spiders, I just know he likes them.

...Oh.

[Pen taps] Sorry about that.

Eh, I've fought zombies, at least you were just lying there minding your own business.

True enough.

So whatever that was didn't get you? The mass...ghost death or whatever we're calling it?

Didn't even know anything happened until I woke up and saw the bulletin. Maybe we just got lucky.

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