Time to steal Mars!
Roll: 6
Space, such a vast and immense place. Currently, the feeble nations of the world bicker among themselves about whom shall dominate the exploration of that void. Probes, rockets, animal pilots, humans, and for the grand prize...Who shall land the first man on the moon? What fools!
While the unambitious dunces have been limited to small vehicles of rocket-propulsion, only barely able to lift themselves up into the stars, you have constructed a ship of unprecedented scale and engine-lift. This true space ship shall show to the world your genius, especially when you use your shrink ray. But not even on just the moon, nooooo! For the true scientist wishes only for the greatest breakthroughs. Because you shall not settle for a mere
moon, but the red planet itself! You shall shrink mars, and add it to your wonderous collection!
Ah, you're getting close to your prize. Even though others are likely to be moving to try and stop you, they cannot match the speed of your great ship. Soon mars will-
Wait, your sensors detect signs of...Mass-Civilization? Of tech that could rival your very own?!
How can this be! Surely the red planet if it hosts life, holds naught but primitive peoples ready to be shrunk and observed. There has never been a recorded sign of them being a mass-urban race! But as you look out of the window...You see a massive spacestation over the Planet of War, with what look to be other space-ships in the vicinity. Armed, and ready to strike.
This might be more complicated than you thought.
Head to the ancient Mayan Temples (El Dorado) there has to be ancient world-ending cults to do my bidding.
Roll: 3
Ah, the ancient lost temples of a dead civilization. Surely the greatest place for an up-and-coming individual such as yourself to recruit a following of minions and henchmen immune to such things as "unions" and "reasonable contracts"! So you go around looking across the great and popular sights...And find nothing. Not even asking about ancient prophecies or dark legends has given you any leads!
Well, world-ending cults tend to be good at hiding. Maybe going somewhere where the local mexican cops are not looking at would do you better?
Uh, kinda have to tell you its set in the golden age of comics, aka the 60s. No internet sadly.
NOT SURE HOW I MISSED THAT
WHOOPS
INSTEAD LET'S HIJACK A PRINTING PRESS FROM SOMEWHERE
START PUBLISHING HORRIBLY VIOLENT, SATANIC, LEWD AND ALTOGETHER INAPPROPRIATE COMIC BOOKS TO CORRUPT IMPRESSIONABLE YOUTH INTO THE RUTHLESS HENCHMEN OF TOMORROW
Roll:1
The perfect long-term plan! With the youth turned evil and rebellious against the good moral values of Christian (and other moral standards), they shall become the great army of evil. With this, an entire generation shall worship the very feet of the great masterminds of their era, and those who wish to oppose them will find that those in control stifle their every action. Genius!
However, there is one problem: such tools of power are often...
Guarded1 hour later, you find yourself in Jail for attempted theft of the Weekly Tuba's printing machinery. Locked up well and good, it appears not having henchman or being a combative super-powered villain was not the best idea for such robbery. Who knew?
Break into a lab and steal some Secret Formula.
Roll: 2
In your quest, you, uh, run into the problem. Namely, you have no idea what the secret formula even...Is. No less on where to look for it! For all you know, the secret formula could be something stupid like love, the journey, or some burger recipe. And it's not like you're well versed in the local science-community to know where labs are either!
Miiiiiight want to do some research first.
I Dr. Unpleasant shall sit in my van and make some POWERFUL mind control serums!
You, the great
Dr. UNPLEASANT move to prepare for your next evil scheme! Quickly cooking up a batch of POTION M, you now have the supplies to mind control...A whole bunch of people! The Van is ready, ready to ride on the highway to not-hell and commit evil on the motorways. What is the next step, great Doctor?
Make a giant robot army with CANNON ARMS
Roll:4
Ah, the classic robot army. A staple and reliable tool of the villanous trade. Readying your henchmen workshops, you quickly set up an assembly line to produce the robot army you require. Soon the world will tremble under the iron boots of millions, or whatever you set your CANNON-BOT army on when it finishes production.
fill with sugar all competing toothpastes this will ruin everyone teeths unless they buy only my brand of toothpaste making me absurdly rich.
Ruthless capitalism aho! Seeking to take over the local toothpaste market, you send your female lieutenant to switch out the sand used in these tooth-cleaners with disguised sugar. Leaving your own brand of dental hygiene the only thing in town! AHAHAHAHAHA! And as the switcheroo is done, you only need to wait for simple supply and demand to enforce your own monopoly...Hopefully.
Split the timelines in two, then have one half do normal things safely. In a completely normal job in a computer IT company as a code repair specialist..
The Other Half will spend the day hacking codes for bank accounts, using throwaway timelines to remain perfectly safe from detection.
Superpower: Three Way Split
The ability to split the timelines in two, and have up to three running at once. Information gained in collapsed timelines remains with the user, and can multitask through parallel processing. his power can only be detected by precognition and god-tier threats. It's effectively a locally simulated type of cognition
Roll:3
Ah, you would do that, but you've haven't really finished that "intro to chronomancy" book yet. Nor have you acquired some weird super-ability referencing something; or invented such a powerful quantum-manipulation device. You're just an average salary-man after all, working to repair code. Guess you gotta have to...
Work to go up to that point!
I AM A WHO-THE-FUCK-KNOWS-HOW-OLD BIG BEEFY BODACIOUS BRAINY BOY FROM BHUTAN!
AWAKEN FROM MY SLUMBER AND SEIZE THE CONTROL OF THE COUNTRY, THEN START TURNING POPULATION INTO TWO METERS AND A HALF TALL MUTANTS THAT WIELD GIANT SWORDS MADE OF DEPLETED URANIUM!
START DEVELOPING PLANET BUSTER SATELLITES AND MIND CONTROL DRUGS!
ROLL:2
YOU'RE STILL ASLEEP, STRONGMAN! YOU CAN'T JUST RANDOMLY DECIDE TO WAKE UP, UNLESS YOU BEAT UP YOUR DREAMS OR SOMETHING. GO FIND SOME WAY TO AWAKEN, MAN!
>Be the greatest supervillain of all time by >doing this instead of bolding my text. Start a pizza place where all the pizzas have pineapple on them.
Roll: FOLLOW THE RURES!
Huh? Why're you just standing around? You got a action, right? I don't see any bold though, just all this
green, weird. Guess you're just sick, so I'll just wait around until you get better, alright?
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