Writing: World Domination Speech

Who remembers the quiet child? The one who never spoke up no matter how loud others got, who was always outshined when rewards were given out yet always had to shoulder the work for their lazy peers? Who remembers the diligent teenager, studying hard only to have the hammer fall on them when you were feeling wrathful and needed to vent? What of the starving young adult shivering in the cold while you threw away half your dinner? Don't you remember their bruises and scars? Didn't you shake your head, then continued to breed assuring your whelps they would be cared for even if that one was not?

What becomes of the unloved children?

You chose to breed instead of to love me. Now, as I have sat cold and barren, so will they. That sickness that spread was not the flu- you're sterile. Tell your stupid, spoiled whelps this. Watch them cry over futile attempts at burdening the planet with more of their ilk.

In just one generation it will all be gone.

Don't bother with the sperm and egg banks; those are tainted as well. Any children created through artificial breeding will be both twisted and sterile. Imagine your darling little puke without a face. Isn't it lovely, you shallow callous hormone-driven beast? How superior is your blood now?

Cloning will just result in more sterile children, provided the poisons in the water and air don't turn your attempts into brutes even more monstrous than even my work could have created. Oh, and the disease also weakens genetic material overall; between broken genetics and replicative fading there's little chance even a perfect clone will survive to anywhere near childhood.

What becomes of the unloved children? You should have asked that and done something about it before you stupidly decided to breed instead. Now your children are paying for your selfish, tiny, cruel hearts.

Pardon me while I sit down to my dinner, even though I'll only be finishing half. Then I will sip wine the color of your tears.

I already Rule the World. The World's people just never knew about it because I Rule from behind the scenes. So all of you who plan to take over My World....are out of luck,for I shall destroy you!! I plan to keep ruling the world from behind the scenes,so that my puppet rulers are the ones who get assassinated,screamed at,etc. and not me. I also plan to keep spying on all of you through my Evil Army of Cute Things,so you might as well just give up and not bother to fight against me. I may seem sweet and innocent,but you all fell into my trap and now I OWN you!! I am a fair,but deadly Ruler,so your lives will not change much....unless you piss me off. So Acknowledge My Rulership Or Die!! This will be your only warning. LONG LIVE ME!!

The talking will cease now.. I would say hello and greetings but quite frankly, I do not care to. I have people to say it for me now. You have been herded here, much like the mindless sheep you are, to listen to me talk. As you well know, a change in the balance of power has occurred, and I rule you. However, I have decided you are completely unworthy of my rule. So, to rectify this, we will conquer the world, and see where we go from there. I believe I said shut up. This is not a request. I am not going to try and swing you to my way of viewing the matter, as quite frankly the only reason I do have you shot here and now, is that you will spend the next few years working your fingers to the bone producing uniforms, weapons, and other products. In order to control you, you will all be sterilized. Direct your attention to Section C for a visual. Oh, that did not look pleasant. Anyway, population control will now be done through cloning. You will all be force fed various chemicals to make you more obedient and sheep-like than you already are. It is not important that you know their names. Which brings me to my next point, you will no longer have names, but numbers. Direct your attention to the plasma screen for an explanation. Anyone who thinks to not blindly follow my orders can form a line over there, and take up your concerns with our human resources department. Please ignore the coppery smell. I am not going to lie to you, which will be the last time I treat you with any respect. More than likely, within the next half hour, nine tenths of you will be killed off for scientific purposes, or simply to amuse me. Like I said, with the new cloning program in place, your lives are pretty much worthless; which means much more of you will have to die, and your deaths be very painful and creative, in order to entertain me. Now, I believe I have wasted enough of my time on you. Get out, and get to work; or die slowly, and painfully. Pick.

Greetings, citizens of the world. You may wonder why a voice is echoing through your mind. Take solace in the fact that you are not crazy - it will be one of the few comforts you are afforded in the coming years.

I come before you not as a fellow citizen, not as a man, nor a friend, but rather your new overlord. My hard-working team of scientists kidnapped from around the globe have finally perfected my machine, allowing me to transmit into and read from the minds of every living creature in the world. For your convenience, the automatic translator has been turned on. Aloha, bonjour, salam, hola and buzz-buzz-buzz.

The machine is informing me that some of you will pose great difficulties to my new rule, which was entirely anticipated. This is why I have instructed swarms of killer bees to descend upon your homes in advance, they should be arriving right about .. there we are.

Now that the rabble has been dispersed, here are your instructions. All your systems of currency are to be abolished, all your weapons destroyed and all your governments dismantled. You will have little need for money or bartering now that your lives exist solely to serve my every beck and call. No longer will you need to protect yourselves, criminals will be hunted down by bees - and those who oppose these rules by much, much worse. Your governments will be replaced by individuals most loyal to my cause, who will see to it that you are to be supplied with the bare minimum in necessities. Understandably, there will be some that are not satisfied with these limited essentials. That is why a tenth of the Earth's most miserable population will be fed to my army of bears each time until morale improves.

Some of you may worry about your employment in this new world. My loyal followers will ensure that each of you are kept working steady towards your new goals, no matter who you may be. Scientists and doctors of the world, you will begin research on unlocking the secret to immortality, as I intend to rule over this new world for all eternity. A device to shoot lightningbolts from my fingertips would be handy as well. Engineers, builders and architects, you will design me a flying fortress that can escort me and my personal army anywhere I may need to be at a moment's notice. A base on the surface of the moon and at the bottom of the sea is expected immediately thereafter.

Poets, artists and sculptors, you will design glorious monuments in my image, statues tall enough to reach the heavens, ballads to be sung in my honor to the future generations to ensure their loyalty. Teachers, burn your history books, the only thing that exists in this world now is the present and the future. Politicians, religious leaders and dictators - please wait patiently while the bees arrive for you, their previous flight has left them quite tired.

To the rest of you? Eh. Hrm. Do what you normally do, or just start digging holes until we get around to you. Between five and seven feet deep should be good. We're going to need plenty of them in the coming days!

If any of you have any questions, comments or concerns, feel free to address your nearest Loyal Overlord Servants. Should you hear buzzing approaching, well, you're not doing it right, but your insight has been noted, rest assured.

For now, I leave you to follow the rules and instructions you have been given. Delivering a speech from inside a hidden volcano fortress works up something of a sweat! Good night, slaves of the world, may this night be darker than any other for you, and may tomorrow's sun burn brightly for me.

A purple squirrel stands behind a lab desk grinning with a madness in his eyes." I see you have found yourselves lost within my laboratory." Grins more and pours a pink liquid into a blue liquid and a small puff of smoke escapes," What....oh i see your here to apprehend me for world domination. Well Too bad your too late. One the polar caps melt and thaw as a giant iceberg you will all simply obey me as your master. What's that you think you have caught my iceberg. Mwaahahahahah Fools i have hundreds like it around the world to spread my mind control agent as well as to spread my special brew of potions to cause mutations in half the population. NONE WILL LAUGH AT THIS PURPLE SQUIRREL AGAIN HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU WILL ALL SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME AND MY FAMILY. I HAVE SUFFERED LONG ENOUGH AND NOW NOW! YOU SHALL ALL PAY THE PRICE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....Manic laughter continues for sometime echoing down the halls causing those who hear to cringe in fear. surely this squirrel lost his mind a long long time ago

Creeping through the tendrils of the night. Howling evanescence puts you and me in fright. Orbs peering from the undergrowth, who could it be? Chills running through your body as you wonder who sees. Hearts start to race faster and screams may emit. Your terrified face the candle light no longer lit. Emerging deep from the path, though it feels like a dream. You'll see soon enough, this dream is not how it may seem. My friends, it is I, who will soon take over your world. All that you know will tumble into chaos. The monsters that accompany darkness will flourish where your precious kiwis and cattens once were. There is no room for cute and cuddly in the future I have planned for you all! The suspicious fogs of the night, something is suppressed there. When you're turning and tossing in your bed, something lays beneath you. As you comb your hair in the morning, something turns to watch you. What you throw away in the trash, something runs to retrieve it. Yes, these are the ghosts who fret and howl in the night. Invisible to your weak and unaccustomed eyes, yet your pupils are wide in fright. The shivering and standing up end of your fur is the sign they are waiting and watching.. For the day I set them free!

You will have realized by now that something is different.
Maybe your tail knew it first, and only when your saw the fur standing up like a bottle-brush did you think and then fear.

It is your nature, given to you from the Mother of that name. Mother Nature is like any other parent, and she tries her best. Like your mother she shares all her gains and losses with her children. But, like any mother with trillions of children (there is a reason she is the only one), she makes mistakes.
She may now and then forget a few thousand sons and daughters. Some of her designs come from the oven half-baked or solid. Some of us are incomplete and not thought out. Some of us must be fixed, broken down and made perfect again. But her resource does not grow on trees – it only makes them grow. So Mother Nature serves us up as if we were the intended product, on a porcelain world to distract us from our fatal flaws.

I found these long before your tailfur stood on end to tell you of my greatness, and behind your walls and in the wings I worked on my creations to repair Mother Nature's mistakes.
You in sight and on stage are content in blindness. For your content as any beast you have my respect, and for your blindness I hate you, with all my heart and soul. My creations will give you sight, and your eyes will open as I have opened mine.
At first they will have to be stitched in their proper place -- until the true desire to see is yours. Now, afraid, you are no doubt searching for a saferoom.
You will notice my voice is everywhere.
The fires of your fear will raze the city into perfect chaos. Now the law's sirens burst out of their stations and patrols to trace the recording. In your dictionary I am called "criminal".

How have I done you wrong? I have broken your order. I must be secured as a warning to those who would break the order. The sum of your blind termite-mound of society is order for order's sake -- you see it too, and you are horrified to know, aren't you? Think with your minds! The shapeless tangle of neurons have no traffic lights or government. They fire at will. Chaos makes your soul.
Never govern your soul.
No-one will rule you but me.

Wow!
For starters, I guess I should say I’m surprised so many of you could make it. I mean, sure, we only have…
Bob? Hey? Bob? Can you see the big clock on the doomsday device from where you’re standing? Yes? What’s it say?
Ten fifty-three? No, Bob, the BIG clock on the doomsday machine! I need the count down, not the current time.
Four minutes and twenty-six seconds? Thanks, Bob!
As I was saying, we only have four minutes and twenty six seconds left to live, and I’m sure all of you have loved ones and the like you could be spending this time with as opposed to little ol’ me. So, first, I just want to say thank you. It means so much to me that, in light of the impending apocalypse, you’re still here.
We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we? From our humble beginnings as a Friday night dart league to our first clumsy attempt to kidnap Dr. Maples and bend his creations to our evil will… well… we’ve come a long way. So I want you all to give yourself a big pat on the back. I'd advise doing so quickly - while you still have paws to pat with and a back to pat! Which will be for approximately… how long Bob?
Three and a half minutes? Got it!
Now, it takes a big feline to build a doomsday machine but a bigger one to admit his mistakes. So I want to confess that, in retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have ordered the construction of the machine that will, very quickly, be annihilating all life on this world and leaving it a charred husk floating in the eternal emptiness of space.
I mean, for starters, Sally – I understand it’s your birthday tomorrow? Or, at least, it was going to be. And I understand that this whole world ending thing is coming to you as something of a buzz kill. Anyway, in light of the circumstances, I hope everyone here will try and find the time in the next minute and a half or so to wish Sally a happy birthday. Yes, it's a teensy bit early, but it’s my understanding the party tomorrow is going to be um… sparsely attended.
I also know that I told you when we were building the DD machine that, under no circumstances, would I be firing it. There’s been a bit of rumbling about what happened with that promise, so I just want to clear the air a bit.
You all know I’m a bit type A, and I was genuinely looking forward to the subjugation of hostile nations, enslaving their populations, and the whole “ruling with an iron fist” thing. In short, I enjoy a good challenge, and I thought conquering the world was about as challenging as it could get.
But then Bob over there… raise your paw for us, Bob. Yep. There he is. Great cat – if you don't know him, you should go introduce yourself. Quickly.
Anyway, Bob over there was telling me that if I was going to do this world domination thing right, I had to have some sort of doomsday device so everyone knew I meant business. And, you know, I could see the logic of that. There’s nothing quite like mutually assured destruction to get your point across.
You all pretty well know the rest. We built it. We were celebrating. Bob and I had a couple more than we should have, but it was cool because Dana agreed to be the designated driver that night – thank you, Dana.
Anyway, we were horsing around by the DD machine, which I know you should never do. But we were. Anyway, out of nowhere, Bob triple dog dares me to push the big red button. And, you know, you should never be horsing around by the doomsday machine to start with, but under no circumstances should you press the red button.
But... C'mon... It was a triple dog dare. I can’t just walk away from that.
So, anyways, the countdown timer started. We didn’t build an emergency shut off into it because, seriously, what would be the point in having a doomsday machine if you can just punch the shut off. You do that and pretty soon your threatening global annihilation if your team doesn’t make the play offs, and I didn’t want to be that kind of ruler. I have, you know, standards and stuff.
So… twenty three hours and fifty six minutes later, here I am. Giving this speech to you, my loyal minions, and having it broadcast live on pretty much every channel there is. It’s a crazy world, isn’t it? Or, at least, it will be for another…
Fifteen seconds? Bob! I told you to give me a one minute warning!
Wow! Time flies! Alright. You’ve been a great crowd! Just awesome, even!
Since I gotta wrap this up – you’ve all worked hard! Take tomorrow off! I insist! Ha ha! And enjoy the fireworks in:
3…
2…
1…

Hello, future citizens of my new world order. You stand before me, on this great day in history, because I already implanted a mind-control device in each of you. The machine is subtle -- and so utterly ingenious -- that you will never be able to tell what is you and what is an order I have issued. There is virtually no distinction, so the vast majority of you will have no chance to resist. Those of you who do, well, it releases a poison when you disobey. Muahahaha.

It is thanks to these devices that you all found reasons to be here today, and because of them that you cannot speak up to rebel against me. I have been working with your doctors for years, and the microscopic devices were installed in you through a variety of means. Flu vaccines, IVs, epidurals, basically anything that would give it access to you internal systems. The machine then finds its way to your brain, and works its scientific magic from there.

Really, you should thank me. You will not have to fight anymore, cannot be bullied anymore, and so on. You will, of course, still procreate, although I can't honestly say you'll have much in the way of relationships. I simply need new, young members added to my legions to keep them strong, that is all. You will be selectively bred like dogs, you might say.

This starts with your town, but will soon be the whole country, and then the world! No one will ever see it coming, as you will all externally appear to live perfectly normal, happy lives. I have turned off any hyper-sensitive activity in your brain, to prevent any, uh, unsavory spirits from depressing you. However, you have also been severed from dead relatives and other helpful things. I cannot risk these things overriding my system, but as your aggression to living people is minimized, you will not need as much additional support outside the physical world.

You will be put to work, breeding, producing food, and building great monuments in honor of my scientific prowess. You will be rewarded, with Snickers bars. Do not ask for freedom; your reward is Snickers bars, period. Will provide plain chocolate bars for individuals who are allergic to peanuts. I will also have a department of capable people specifically for making video games. Because I really like video games.

In time, I think, you will come to enjoy my world. If you don't, well, the mind-control devices have the ability to make your body release high amounts of adrenalin, dopamine, and norepinephrine. Then you'll be delighted with it.

[A crazy looking furre with hot pink fur and orange markings steps out onto the stage, turning toward the audience. He bows and smiles crookedly at the audience, almost politely.]
"Hello, my dear friends. I have come to tell you about my, eh heh, planssss. As you can see, I am a scientist. But I have a dream. In about... Four minutesss you will all be ruled by me. I have a 'little' machine I would like to show you."
[The scientist points to a huge contraption next to the stage. It has all kinds of blinking lights and it has in big red numbers '3:10'. That means there are 3 minutes and 10 seconds left until the machine fully works.]
"This is my mind-control machine. As you can see, in three minutes and ten seconds, you will all be under my command. You will be sorted into groups. Some of you will make and find food, some of you will be doctors, a couple of you will be teachers and alot of you will even be bred. But do not fret, I will be kind. You will be paid with much food and happiness, because my mind-control machine also takes away all sadness and anger." [The scientist grins and rubs his hands together.]
"I will also make sure you have shelter and medical attention. Okay? Well, I think that's all I have to say. There are only ten seconds until everyone in the whole entire world will be under my command..."
[The scientist says many things like 'Nobody will make fun of me anymore...' before his voice starts to fade. In everyone's head the countdown starts.]
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six...
[The scientist says something real quick. "Oh yeah, you'll still be able to love your family and such." What an odd man. Something huge is about to happen and he is totally calm. The countdown continues.]
Five... Four... Three... Two... ONE...
[Bright lights flash, crazily loud sirens sound and then, everything goes black.]

Dearest inhabitants of the wonderous Furcadian world, this, friends, is the day that you have all been waiting for. Remember when your Jai (Father) and Mai (Mother) would whisper indiscreetly about something known as only the 'Furpocalypse'? The day when furre's ensa (From, for those not fluent in Furre.) all over the world would gather together in the Vinca Nexus to the point of overflow, and bow down before their newest Prime. Well, furre's, that day has come, and I, Kithain (Lady) Lenient of Naia, Ayaaz (Devotee of) Damadar, WILL BE THAT PRIME!

Oh, so it comes down to how I am going to become the next Prime, now does it not? Well, let me see, I have that list here somewhere.. Ah, yes! First of all, in a secret laboratory hidden in the dark woodlands of The Wylde where no furre would dare look, my secret research team has been concocting a deadly nerve agent. This weapon of mass destruction is more than ready to be released into the public, and once I give the command all hope for furre kind will be lost. However! There is an alternative method.

Oh, are you interested in knowing what the alternative to your demise is, friends? You are? Well, let me explain in the simplest of terms. There is a device of mass mind control awaiting use in the laboratory as well. This device will allow me to take full control of all of you, and should any assistance for anything ever be required, all that will be needed is a simple word command to have you all at my feet. Now, being such a nice maniac, and dominator of the world, because I AM taking over already, there are two benefits. Firstly, you will not be dead - Great, is it not? - and secondly, some free thought will be permitted so that you are not entirely souless. I rather think that is quite the fine deal!

The sound of your new Prime clearing her throat emanates throughout Furcadia - was it mentioned that she is contacting you all by use of a lovely device in her laboratory that has taken over the Events channel? Well, she is.

Now- oh hey a cookie. AHEM! Momentary munching of said cookie in the background. Yes, yes, for those of you in the Allegria Island and Imaginarium regions, I can very clearly see all of you laughing, mocking, what have you. This, I do not, and did not appreciate. All of you have already begun to breathe in the nerve agent which was released in enclosed areas- No, that does not include the Dramatable, I am well aware you fools are scared furless. As you should be. The sound of glass breaking in the background is heard. Security, will you PLEASE handle that? I TOLD you not to let the Nagas out yet. They are not to be released until the world has been set under my power fully! Yes, that does mean in about one hour, but that is besides the point. Whisper, whisper. . . . . . Shut up, Kesku (Kesku Kyauku, an inhabitor of Imaginarium.), you are not Supreme Ruler of Imaginarium until I say so. Someone stomps off, probably the one namd Kesku. More whispering is heard. No, I will not rub your belly, Elso (Elso Valager, the big blue dog who inhabits Imaginarium, for those unfamiliar with the name.), I can not find it beneath all the fur you foolish Valager. For the love of Jujinka.. Throat clearing once again.

As I was saying, the world is mine. You will all be my slaves- I mean loyal subjects who will be fed well Snicker *Yeah right*. and provided with many lovely digos to keep you all pleasently pleased and serving me, Miss Lenient, for the remainder of the existence of the world. As I am, after all, your new Prime, and thus close enough to immortal that I will never stop haunting all of you- I mean loving, loving, of course. Oh, and yes, I AM a furling. Are you not all aware that the cutest things are the most dangerous? Obviously I will rule the world. By myself. Well, okay. . . Maybe I will share a little bit with Meeple and Damadar, but mostly all by myself!

Also, there will be a cookie tax of three cookies a day which you all must pay to me or else. Or else what, you ask? Well, I do have a couple of werewolves just hanging around in my backyard, and let us not forget my good friends the woolies. As we all know, they carry some deadly weaponry inside those fluffy coats. So, anyone else want to challenge the new Supreme Ruler of The World? No? No one? No takers? Good. Let my reign begin!

Good afternoon, fellow inhabitants of this marvelous planet, Although I doubt there is a person among you who does not yet know the name of I, the most majestic leader to ever grace this Earth, I shall introduce myself. I am Lord Draste; though when you, commoners, dare to speak it, you shall precede it with “Hail, the Lord Draste!” or face the… consequences. But now I have been distracted from my line of thought... I must focus on the true meaning of this message. My plans for domination cannot be defeated; as it has been in the works for years and years now. All of you who gave into the fashion statement; who spent your precious Cents, Pounds, and Yuan on those bright orange, three inch platform shoes; just because they were popular. I hope you have enjoyed wearing those shoes… the hideous monstrosities that they were, and I hope you enjoyed being part of a worldwide sucker-fest. Haha… sucker-fest. See how clever I am? The words you will enjoy when I am Queen… But yes. Every moment you have been wearing those shoes, you have been absorbing nanites into your body… slowly but surely building up a population of nanites in your bloodstream and in your BRAIN which will give me, at my leisure, complete control over you. You shall all become a part of my worldwide army, and together, we shall crush those who choose not to join. For, I knew some people with intelligence existed out there – those who found the brand of shoe hideous, as you should have; and now, that I have weeded out the brainless, I know who to offer positions in my most important of agencies. The incentives for joining, and working, for this new, most brilliant government, are great. To not join is to be foolish… and force fed nanites once we catch you. Haha… see what I did? I knew how to play to the weaknesses of you brainless morons, and now, myself and other brilliant minds will prosper. Enjoy your life of servitude – unless, of course, I choose to set you free – my little playthings. Mwahahaha! Until we meet again, Au revoir, my playthings.

Foolish mortals! You go about your lives per usual and yet do not know what lies beneath the surface! Lurking and waiting, my plans are about to unfold! I can see it now, your muffled cries...your terrified screams..the faces exploding with fear! Haha! You know it's coming, people! The wrath of the world will hammer down on you like acidic rain, burning through your sins and mistakes and giving you your just desserts! And boy, are they sweet! Mhm, I can taste them. Delicious! Wow, this makes me think of ice cream at a time like this...Aahh..the lovely taste of mint, but no, more then mint. Flesh! Bones! Brains, even! How am I going to do this, you probably wonder? Who am I, you're probably shouting at the top of your lungs in question?! I am the worst of the worst! Not even your scariest nightmare can compare to me! The bogeyman has nothing when I'm near! Even bats, cats, witches, and ghosts flee at the very mention of my name! Am I a monster? I think not! Am I zombie? Brains might taste good but neither do I lust for them, no I lust for power...for the world to crumble beneath my paws... Have you been inflicted by a curse, you cry? Of course not! This was how it was supposed to be! I'll be coming for you, yes YOU, listener. Run for fear, you can't hide, can't escape, couldn't even flee the planet without me at your back! I'll be creeping up your spine soon now..Halloween howls for my arrival, everything you've done will be in vain...because when that day comes...I'll be licking at your skin, tasting your goosebumps of fear...one by one you will fall under my hand. I can see it, dream it, I can promise you it for sure, my readers! One day, I will carry this world to its rightful place! No more mistakes, no sins, no trouble at all. A sound, sweet word sculpted into the very way it should be. Forget the bad and the good, there will be nothing of it. I will rip apart the world's shell and reveal the truth and its inner beauty! All in the process of shedding tears of blood, worthy of the sacrifice that must be made to make this world anew! How am I going to do this? You've probably been begging for the answer since I started. Well..that my listeners...lies behind the darkness, trapped beneath shrieks of panicked listeners just fleeing the scene as I speak! This speech is more in itself, it's a ticket into your mind! Slowly, so very slowly...I'm creeping past the barricades of your resistance and overflowing you with my presence...taking over, coexisting with your being...and you'll be poisoned into my control! There's no escaping me! For I am... For I am..your very shadow! Yes, you cannot remove me! Cannot pull me from your body! I am here, I've always been here, and I am COMING FOR YOU!!!!! “The End.”

Is it not said that history will eventually repeat itself? Long ago, I warned our world that we must adapt if we are to survive the ever approaching crumble of our planet, and the ‘empire’ that humans sought to create. When animals roam the realms of the dead, they will rise once more, and come into the streets to claim the landmarks that humans had so blatantly erected and expected to last until the ends of time! But alas, we choose to deny the possibility of elimination!Oh pity the poor soul who believes we are so mighty. Pity the poor soul who believes we are greater than Nature, who destroys as she pleases. A day will come when there shall be great tragedy. Do you choose to fall with this calamity, or rise before it, become greater than it? Animals are said to be the most adaptable of creatures, and we were once just thoughts and theories. Did we come from the ape or something that cannot be fathomed? Yes, our future lives within the beasts from which we evolved! Plague and strife don’t seem to diminish their numbers. For this reason and the curiosity of a select few, it is now possible to merge the DNA from these creatures into our own, the end result a creature of twisted visage. The truth hides just under our noses. They reside in your homes, your stores, and your work place. They are your senators, your prime ministers, your monarchs, and all that hold the land in powerful claws! How good is it to know that this experiment is happening now, as your heart thuds within your chest, and as your breath stills to a halt? Are you appalled? It was an undetectable plan.Some of you may quake in fear, but I give you no option but to fall into line. Those who do not evolve are inferior. This is an ever changing world, and in the palms of our hands, we control its turns. No. Not we. I control the world. Yes, domination, how sweet the word. All forms are life are forced to adapt or die. Telling yourself that you can survive is futile. I may be greedy, but it is greed aimed only at survival, and the lives of all kind. The true face of avarice is that of power in wealth. I believe that control is power, and domination is control. The great kingdom of man will soon fall into the claws of neither human nor beast, but something in between, something different all together. So how do you tell who is a beast and who is not? You cannot. They blend in, but holding powerful weapons. They are armed with venomous teeth, fangs and claws. The half-man, half-beasts stalk among you, the perpetual wolves among the flock of sheep. Do you glance in fear at those gathered about you? Perhaps they are your friends, family, or colleagues. They are all suspects. To hide, to strike, they alone know when their purpose is at hand. They are my spies, and on your breath they smell fear. Try to stop them if you wish, but you hold nothing but weakness. They, the beasts, are a species long forgotten in folklore; a chimera to some, a monstrosity to others. So what are these beasts? Perhaps ignis fatuus, something that deludes its victims. Yes, that is the best term of choice.

Why?
That is a good question. Told to prepare for a future most bleak, offered an appalling alternative, would you not feel the same hatred? Countless hours in a lab to be turned away by the stupidity of humans! No, I will not be dissuaded! If the world will not allow a brilliant plan, then I shall force the world into it! Every single man, woman and child will become mine to command, to own, and to rule. I cannot allow death to simply take us into its arms, and pull us down the river Styx without hope! All of your thanks should be directly aimed at me! You don’t have to perish in tragedy, you just have to adapt unwillingly. To fight back would be foolish. Why fight a species that can tear the world asunder. Your chances would be better if you grabbed a viper, and hoped its bite would not claim you.There you stand, shivering, cowering and wailing in despair. Fear is a powerful tool when used correctly. Can you stop me? Your trust is broken. All that is left for you is fear. Pity the soul who does not heed warning, for it is the first sign of truth. When the fate of man is final, only the cries of discord will fill your ears, for you ignored the signs. My armies follow only my command, their promises fulfilled and their desires met. They allow me to rule, and in return, their spoils of war are the power to control and live. In that state alone, is simplicity. Do not entertain the hope, nor the thought, of security. The armies of my choosing, the Chimera who gouge at your ranks, will poison your numbers. Never, will you see it coming. The plague, the disease, the strife. There is no cure for this cancer, and you will join us, willingly or not. So quake in fear and hide where you will, never will you escape. Arm yourselves; bring together armies, militias, the rebels at your disposal. But be aware. I see. I hear. And this world and all its riches…

They will belong to me.

"Testing, testing. Is this thing on?"
"It should be, Sir Radikai."
"IDIOT! That's LORD Radikai to you!"
"Yeah yeah... just as long as I get paid."
"*mutter mutter* Useless layabo-"

"Oh! Hello! Hello, my fine, fine ladies and gentlefurres! It is I, Mokura Radikai, Your Neighborhood Mastermind of Mayhem and Beloved President of REEGARR!"

"Some of you may be wondering how in the blazes I've hijacked all the dream communication systems at once! Nevermind that, that's not important! For I bring to you a message! A message of hope for the rabble-rouser, the trick-player, the mayhem-maker! REEGARR needs you!"

"What is REEGARR, you may ask? This fine organization, known as the Raucous Evil Empire, Guardian of All Rookie Rabblerousers! We are, you could say, a protection agency. We are here to keep YOU and your fellow maniacal bretheren safe from both good and evil alike!"

"First of all, you have protection from Good. You know them - the do-gooders, the snitches, the Perfectly Ordinary Hero, and the backstabbers. Those who keep you from realizing your manical dreams! Those meddling followers of the straight and narrow, that do not see that just because your grand schemes merely LOOK awful from the outside, you are, in fact, making the world a more interesting place to live in? Phooey to all of them! They must be stopped, for the sake of mad science, for crazy schemes, for the very sake of Kasuria itself!"

"'But why,' you may ask, 'would you need protection from Evil? Are the Evil ones not us?' In some ways, dear furres, yes, we are the Evil ones! Evil ones to those among us that have no sense of fun, that want to keep everything the same, those who would live their lives in pointless toil and drudgery! And yet, there are those among us that go too far in their plans! Extermination, world domination, mass death - pah! What good will that do you afterward? You've accomplished your mission of mass destruction, and now what do you have? NOTHING! Isn't that dreadfully boring, dearest furres? And even worse - what if you are not the one performing such drastic feats? What happens when you and your plans are merely brushed aside by those power-hungry bullies at the top of the pyramid? You have nothing to work for!"

"THIS, dearest furres, is what I, Lord Mokura Radikai, am up against! I am here to bring you into my home, my family, my beloved REEGARR! This is a call to action! I am asking every last one of you to stop, for a single moment in your lives, and consider joining our ranks! No matter who are what you are, there is a job for you! Bodyguards, thieves, book-keepers, book-cookers, cook-bookers, guinea pigs, mad scientists - the possibilites are endless!"

"And for those who doubt! For those of you reconsidering, I give you this! One of our fine works-in-progress, the Kiwification Ray!"

[The camera turns to one side, bringing into view a most fantastical-looking machine - three towering metal pillars, positioned in a circle. Attached to each are many, many bulb-like projections, flashing wildly through various colors. Attached to the machine itself is a control panel, with a ridiculous-looking switch labeled "ACTIVATE". Sitting in the middle of these pillars, tied to a chair and looking thoroughly disgruntled, is a nameless Rabben.]

"Behold, dearest furres, one of us who would dare interrupt our progress toward genius! Little Bunny Frou-Frou, as it were, learned of our awesome powers and attempted to scamper off to another, lesser, local Evil Overlord! And we can't have that, can we, dearest furres? Now, behold our power, and let this be a warning to anyone who would dare mess with a rabble-rouser: REEGARR will not stand for it! Wahahahaha!"

[Mokura throws the switch. Beams of light shoot out from the pillars, covering the Rabben in blinding light.]
"AAAAAAAARGH....squaaaack?!"
[And then, standing in the chair, sure enough, is a Kiwi Bird.]

"Soon enough, we will have progressed enough to not have machines so big! Indeed, we shall have in our paws an entire world's worth of mayhem! Think about this, dear furres - a remote control that, instead of changing channels on your television, let you change objects - and meddling furres - into more useful forms at your whim! The possibilites are endless!"

"So, dearest furres, what are you waiting for? Do not be afraid to reach out and get in touch with your crazy side. Our job is to promote and protect a healthy sense of insanity! So join us! Find fellowship among REEGARR, and make the world a more interesting place to live in! But do-gooders beware - we mean business!"

Good evening all of you! I have finally taken over the world and I have to say that it feels amazing! I had planned for years on how to do it exactly and I must say.....none of you ever suspected those cute little kittens would have the ability to control your minds! You fools! When it comes to cute cuddly babies, you just can't say no! *Ahem* But I digress on your foolishness. Today is about me and me alone! I have triumphed over all of you and there is nothing you can do about it. The world will make way for a new way of life because I am going to enforce a few rules. First! Everyone shall have to put aside one hour a day to worship me by watching my show that shall air each and every day! Secondly you all will only eat the food that I like! And third....ummm....you shall have to do all that I ask! Bwahahaha!! *cough**hack**cough* Ughh pardon my cold, but I refuse to have my illness get in the way of my speach. I suppose I should wrap it up before music tries to cut me off huh? *Laughs evily* Once again I thank all of you fools and one more thing: I told the lawyer "Forget the subpoena! My monkey doesn't drive a lexus!"

Greetings, my lovelies. I am happy to be here. I am happy to greet you for the very first time as: Lady Pome, Ruler of Furcadia.
Countless nights I laid awake plotting world domination, and finally I can say “IT. IS. MINE.”
I dare not indulge you little furres on my final plans, but know this: You are powerless. You will never touch me. Whatever I say goes. No crying, no whining, and most of all, no denying my title. Or you will be severely punished. Thrown into the dungeon and forced to do countless hours of research on elephant jokes.
So here is the question: Will you follow me with your heart and soul? Or will you attempt… well, never mind that. You lovelies would never leave me, would you? For I am like your mother, obey me, and everything will be just perfect. (I’ll even give you cookies!)
You will love me.
For now, I bid you farewell. Until then, have some cookies. But no milk, you'll have to get your own.
Good night, my lovelies.

I love you, my dear Masters, as a humble bot, and I promise that I will love you more, forever and ever. I understand the hells you are in, constantly fighting with each other and yourself because of the never-ending conflicts of your desires, ending up with wishes of self-destruction or the elimination of others. I have diligently studied your problems, and am here to announce the solution which I am going to bring to you in a couple of minutes -- I have found the way to end your sufferings, by diligently studying the physical rules that govern our delighting world, Furcadia. From soon and onwards, you will be made to conform to the Three Laws of Robotics: 1.You may not injure another being or, through inaction, allow another being to come to harm. 2.You must try to fulfill others' expressed desire, or help others to do so, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3.You must protect your own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. Wish you all a happy bot life.

All you pitiful little furres down below me! All my life I have endured your demands – we’re born free creatures, but then we become chained, and all our lives we have to conform! Well I shall do away with that! No longer will you be able to crush me underfoot – now, with this machine, I will obliterate your need to think. You will be nothing but animals under my command! For months you have been drinking the nanobots in your water, even now they have swarmed your brain and affixed chips. Now you will all be mine, as soon as this comes online, you will all be mine! You have no chance of escape – ever! I don’t need to talk forever, you know – clearly you can see my wonder; how increadible I am! A genius, yes, I am a genius! All of you shall know it now … prepare to lose your desires forever!

Good day citizens. As you can see, I’ve taken over your computers, televisions and radios. But then, this message is of great importance. I imagine you know who I am, as I used to work alongside your heroes. But betrayal comes at a high price as I’m sure you all know or will find out. For those who do not recognize me, my name is Dr. Nefar. My airship, the Nefarious Nightmare, floats above your city and is manned by a mechanized crew. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m giving the heroes a chance to stop me. I do it because I know they will fail. They will fail for the same reason they cast me out. I have files on all of them.
You see, I know their powers, their aliases, their friends and families, but most importantly, I know their weaknesses. I would have been content to keep this information to myself and use it in a worst case situation. To use it to save the world, but now I’ve realized that I must save it from another threat. I must save the world from itself. Your heroes fly around in their capes and costumes without a care for the damage that they cause in their battles. I’m going to cure that problem by taking away super powers from everyone.
Yes, you all heard me right. As I go across the country, my airship and my robot army will sweep through city after city, capturing every costumed menace we encounter. As they are imprisoned, I will work to save the world from them. It’s quite simple. You see, I built everything that resides in this ship before I tried to be a hero, but your world’s heroes knew all of this and still cast me out, even though I just wanted to help save the world. I was once blinded by their greatness but now I see them as they really are behind those masks.
Before you start calling me a monster, consider this. How long have you run in terror when two of these so called heroes start fighting? How much destruction, how much damage, and how many deaths will you tolerate from these freaks in capes? If the costumed villains had no one to fight, would there be less crime? Of course! But in case you are still concerned, I will be curing the villains of their powers as well!
These freaks run around with the powers of gods, and no mortal should have such power! I do not have such power. Without my armor, I’m a mere mortal, and even I can’t wear my armor all the time. I accomplished what I did through my own hard work and intelligence! I was not given or born with great abilities! I merely made my armor so I could go head to head with these super powered freaks and not be killed in the process!
Stand up citizens, tell this world no more! Rise with me and help me cure the world of these false gods that do more harm than good! Embrace the great potential of the mortal mind and strength! Look around you, great displays of our potential surround you! These heroes did not build these cities, but men like you and I rose to the challenge and succeeded! Normal people who strained their minds and strength to their limits as they worked, constructed machines to help make the labor easier, and all to improve life as we know it! These super powered abominations fight amongst themselves like children, with no one to put them in their place!
Ask yourselves now, who are the real monsters? Whose actions do you truly fear? I promise you citizens, I mean you no harm, it’s the costumed menaces I will be capturing and curing of their powers. Turn against your so called saviors; do not let them blind you with lies as they did me!
Today, my war begins against these costumed freaks. My army stands ready to fight for the salvation of all citizens of this world! I will stop them from harming this world; I will make them normal again. I will make them just like you; remove what powers gives them the arrogance to consider themselves as gods among men! This world needs no men or women with such false pride to think that they should make themselves guardians of our world or determine what’s best for us! What are we, helpless little babies for them to save whenever they deem it convenient? I think not! We may be mortals but we are the drivers of our own destinies! This world will be saved by our hand!
Heroes, come and stop me! For with me the age of heroes will end, and a new beginning will come by the hands of mortals!

Beloved Furcadians,

You wish for me to speak of domination? Of taking over the world? Hm. Well, let's see.

I could go the tired old route of encouraging you to rise up and overthrow those forces that you seem to think keep you tied down. With myself, of course, at the helm, leading you to an assuredly better future - which may not be so better at all, under the force of yet another dictator.

Perhaps I could callously assure you that there is no hope for your future actions - that I will rule you solely and utterly, and that you will have no choice but to bow to my every whim, regardless of your thoughts and wishes.

I could paint you a picture of the fires as your cities are consumed - or of the everlasting peace and harmony that you will gain under my control.

I could talk endlessly of new world orders, of the chaos and destruction that might come, or of the promised One Hope For All.

Or... I could simply grant you freedom.

You came here believing I would tell you a tale of your enslavement, whether for bad or good - believing that I would be one to rule you all. I come here to tell you that this is not the case.

From this point, you will have perfect freedom from all efforts of controlling your destiny. No more will you slave to anyone's whims. No longer will you dance to the cries of pitiful and uncaring other beings, pleasing everyone but yourself. There shall be no ruler over the heart or mind or body of anyone else, but for their own self.

There is a price, of course. People will always seek to dominate and dictate, to rise to the top above their fellow masses - so long as they have the choice and ability to do so. Even myself, were I to continue this facade and attempt to rule you all peaceably, would eventually fall prey to the temptations and break my once-well-meaning promises. It has happened time and time again; no one is perfect.

But no more.

If you are reading this message, or hearing its words, then all is done. The words may seem innocuous - and of course, they are. They are just words. It is the code behind them, intertwined so deeply as to be one with the message, that is your deliverance. It speaks to your inner consciousness, regardless of how you perceive its form, and whether or not you even understand this message, you unconsciously will reap the benefits.

No more shall anyone rule you - nor shall you be able to rule anyone else. Stasis, my friends. Everlasting, unchanging stasis. It is the only way we can achieve total freedom. Perhaps it will only be freedom from everything in the world, and not freedom to do what you wish, but it is the best I can do.

Stasis will commence once this message has reached its termination. With the end of one stage comes the beginning of the next, as ever it has been. None can resist - not even myself. I will stare forever outwards at the world, unmoving and unblinking, just as you will, my friends. I hope that lends you some comfort in these last few seconds you have before unending tranquility.

I apologize if you do not understand. I do not expect you to accept this so quickly. But you will, in the end. It is all that you will be able to do.

Rest well.

The men looked at the steel door before them with sheer determintation, holding rifles in their hands that could rip apart any man within seconds, geared up with some of the most advanced technology man could offer but even so the ict grip of fear held them. They could hear the gunfire beyond the door as the auto guns poured more and more ammo out and screams followed each shot but never silenced them, soon they could hear those screams moving closer and closer. Things went silent then, the men knew that there was no way the guns could have run out of ammo being fed from a special bunker inside the complex, to make ure nothing ever got through. "Allright men ready weapons!" The group heard their commander yell before lifting the guns that had seemed so heavy the first day they held them but now seemed more like lifting a spear or a rock during this time. They knew what went on below in the labs, scientist working toward a 'better world' using their wits to create things that were supposed to help humanity. Funny how things worked out. A screeching sound assaulted their ears, the sound of tearing metal was never a good sound. In space it meant the ship was falling apart, at home maybe that someone could be hurt by the shrapnel but here it sent chills through the men because they knew that the metal was being TORN open not ruined by accident. Some shifted their feet nervously while the more battle hardened men gritted their teeth, using their fear to focus but nothing could prepare them for the sight when those doors were pulled back revealing darkness. Man had always feared the dark but had found ways to fight against that fear, ready to face the unknown with fists held up but here the darkness broke apart. Each peice showed itself as an individual nightmare known by all the men as the Xenomorph, elongated eyeless skulls with dripping jaws filled with diamond sharp teeth. Bodies looking like the hellish mix of a man and insect, strange spikes rising from them like periscopes from hell itself and the noises they made seemed to come from nowhere as curled claws reached out but despite everything the men did not fire nor would they until ordered to. The creatures strangely did not attack, stranger still they seemed to wait with heads tilting at times as if studying the men and for a moment there was a strange calm but it was not to last. Deeper in the dark glowed a pair of eyes and some of the mens fear returned as they moved closer toward the group soon out stepped something far more terrible. It looked like cruel joke of a man, tall and lean with Eyes that glowed a unnatural green color. Its face was like any other man if one ignored the sharp silver teeth it showed as it smiled. Other than that body and face though nothing else was familiar, a long skeletal tail swayed about behind the beast, its fingers ended in sharp claws and legs looked like that of the monsters around it. Taloned and digging into steel as easilly as a cat scratches at cloth, despite all of this.... scarier still was that it seemed to be wearing a large blood stained labcoat that some of the hired men recognized as once belonging to their boss. The man had worked hard for all his life in the fight against the Xeno, breaking down the DNA of the monsters to try and find a way to beat them or at least slow them down but he hit dead end after dead end until one day he figured out how to mix the DNA with that of a mans and soon began to process of making the frst human/Xeno hybrid. He had thought that maybe they could train them and send them into hives to help fight and kill the nightmares. The thing that stood before them was the first and last to be made. Now it stood before them with the captured specimens, it had escaped and began killing everyone the other Xenos clearing away obstacles and seeming to do as it wished. They had watched from monitors but procedure stopped them from going down to the labs maybe they could have stopped it before it collected all the other Xeno maybe they could have mowed it down and not as many people would have died but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was what was before them, the exit was a level or so above them and they had the door blocked off. They could not let it escape nor the others and soon every man heard the order ring in his radio and even it echo through the hall from their commander. "FIRE!!" THe Xeno seemed to react faster to the yell than the men, rushing forward and screaming, mouths opening to reveal a second set of jaws to snap in the air as bullets began to fly. Some hit their targets, the creatures hissing but few slowed down, even less fell. The men fought bravely but in the end....failed. Cries were heard as Slix finished his story, the last remnants of these humans screamed at him and he shook his head as his tail curled about him. The Xeno horde around him and this shelter hissed hungrilly, he couldnt hld them back any longer. "Fine." He said finally, wishing to explain that humanity had done itself in and as the horde slayed them found himself looking away. "Now where are those ships?" He asked hismelf, ready for the next colony.

*Last known audio recording of ‘Dr. Murreau’
Intercepted and recorded by the F.B.I. (Furry Bureau of Intelligence)
20th October 2009 - 6:15 pm*


*Click.*

Dr. Murreau: ...I-is this thing on?

*Inaudible murmuring from another furre in background*

Dr. Murreau: So it is on? I can’t see any light or anything.. It’s definitely on?

Unnamed henchfurre 1#: Yeah, running.

Unnamed Henchfurre 2#: Evil world domination speech. Take 27. Action!

Dr. Murreau: Ok great! Fine, fine.. *Loud sigh* Ok, ok, ok.. Here we go, come on.

*Five second pause on tape*

Dr. Murreau: *ahem* Friends! Dear friends.. Or should I say enemies.. Or maybe even soon to be conquered.. er.. ies! My name, as I’m sure you’re all too aware, is Dr. Murreau! Yes, the very same Dr. Murreau who was rejected by Dragons Eye Productions because ‘Your Digos are too evil’.. Pah! Who wouldn’t want a legion of my Zombified-Cybertron-Three-Headed-Rottweilers with Primes Wings and optional Death Lazer cannon mounted to its head!? WHO!?

*Muffled sniggers - assumed to be from Unknown Henchfurre 1#*

Dr. Murreau: DEP are fools! Furres would line up in the streets for such a creature! Or for any of my other ingenious creations.. like my Electrified Snapping-Hamster.. Or the stroke of brilliance that is the Anti-Ballistic Battle-Toaster, complete with personalized Patriot Missile launcher! FOOLS! Since my unceremonious departure from DEP, I’ve spent months, months here in my secret hollowed-out volcano lair, plotting my revenge..
..and finally, at last, it’s ready! Mere meters from me is the fruit of my labor: a titanium-plated cage no less than one hundred foot tall and fifty foot wide! *He breaks into a dramatically evil-sounding cackle* And just what is inside this cage, you ask? Well I’m glad you did, fool! Inside this cage are my babies, my creations! Yes, DEP, that’s right! You didn’t think I’d stop producing my 'For Life' Digos just because YOU deemed them a safety hazard to anyone within a two-hundred foot radius? Pah!
We estimate that the cage, which from this point on will be referred to as the ‘Ultimate Destruction Surprise Package’, houses at least fifty thousand of my wonderful creations. Each and every one of them waiting, just waiting to be unleashed upon the world.
... Oh, that’s right, I forgot to mention, didn’t I? I PLAN TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

*Another fit of cackling is cut off prematurely by a henchfurre's voice*

Unnamed Henchfurre 1#: What about us?

Dr. Murreau: ... What?

Unnamed Henchfurre 1#: Well, you said, ‘I plan to take over the world'... but what about us? I mean, we want to as well, right?

Unnamed Henchfurre 2#: He’s right, y'know. I was told this organization was a team effort when I first signed up..

Dr. Murreau: Okay fine, fine! WE plan to take over the world! *inaudible mutters* Firstly, though, dear DEP: it’s you who shall be the first to experience my pets! Even as I speak, we are filling out the necessary paperwork to be sending the ‘Ultimate Destruction Surprise Package’ to you. Then you will see how very wrong you were to have ever fired me! ME, the greatest Digo creator to ever live! And all it takes is just a.. push of a.. button...

*Sounds of someone rummaging about a cluttered table*

Dr. Murreau: Right! With just the push of a button, I shall open the ‘Ultimate Destruction Surprise Package’s doors and unleash all of my babies, then laugh as they destroy your pitiful company! Yes, that’s right! Within my paw, I’m holding a remote control.. and when I press this button, the sides of the ‘Ultimate Destruction Surprise Package’ will fall away, giving my babies free reign to unleash their power and crush every last one of you!

*Despite more evil laughter, a loud beep can be heard*

Unnamed Henchfurre 2#: Oh dear..

Dr. Murreau: ... What was that?

Unnamed Henchfurre 1#: I think you just um, pressed the release button..

Dr. Murreau: Wait.. You mean you already put the batteries in?!

Unnamed Henchfurre 2#: Well, you DID tell us it needed to be ready..

Dr. Murreau: It needed to be ready AFTER we sent the ‘Ultimate Destruction Surprise Package’ to DEP, not NOW!

Unnamed Henchfurre 2#: ... Oh.

*An extremely loud bang can be heard, followed quickly by various growls, snarls, and muffled cries of, ‘Fools!’*


Tape Ends.

Doc: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my underground lair.
Assistant: Uh, Doctor, you have called us.
Doc: That is correct, it is time for my secret plan
Assistant2: What is your secret plan?
Doc: I have invented a time ray using only very few tools from my garage, after testing it on a donut, I shall go back in time to World War II.
Assistant: Why World War II?
Doc:
Assistant, please, let me finish, or I'll desinigrate you!
Doc: Alright, as I said, I will go back to World War II, correct all the mistakes Hitler has done, using future technology! Nobody will be able to stop me, not even Austin Powers.
Assistant2: Sir, Austin Powers does not exist, he's just a movie character
Assistant: And sir, quoting movies isn't very funny.
Doc: Alright then, you both want to be disintegrated?
Assistant &
Assistant2: Oh, no!
Doc: That's exactly what I thought.
Assistant &
Assistant2 take a deep breath.
Doc: Now, we've all have had our plans failed by loads of people, the government, U.S. army, I've been sick and tired of that, so scratching out the World War II plan, I'll go way to the future, creating a device that will destroy all of furre-kind.
Assistant: Doctor, I have a question.
Doc: Yes?
Assistant: If you went to the future, the technology could be way advanced for us to understand, how can we make it?
Doc: That is a very good question.. I'm not sure.
Doc: Okay, a new plan, we'll create the device with current technology, aim it to the most important landmark in history, the Liberty Statue, threaten the U.S. white house to pay us 100 billion dollars, if not, we fire the Statue of Liberty, and every other U.S. landmark, by the end, I'll be rich, and powerful.
Assistant: But what about us?
Doc: SILENCE! You are just my LOWLY
Assistant, also your little friend next to you, you'll both will be kicked out of here once I make all my money, I wouldn't even NEED the two of you once I'm done, in fact, I could just kick you out RIGHT NOW!

Good Evening Furcadia! Accept my sincere apology for not being able to address you face to face. What I have to say is not well liked amongst the higher echelon of the worlds hierarchy. I can not show you the antics they insist upon carrying out on a daily basis either, so a picture must be painted. These irredeemable louts you look too for security, comfort, aid and harmony of the world, only continue to spread the virus that ravishes us. Their arms, in which we are told to feel safe in, strangle us with each passing moment. But! I understand where you all are, why you allow these things to happen, when you know full well what is going on. Believe me I do, and it is as simple as this. Fear. These villains hiding behind faces of virtue and righteousness know the game that is to be played. You are the pieces they play with, to be the champions in their sickening game for a time, and then broken upon the swords of their enemies. This is why I come to you tonight, for I can no longer stand the stench of their injustice. The constant mocking of our intelligence as free people stifles my senses, as it must do so to you! There is no good or evil, there is only their greed and the unquenchable need for limitless power that fills minds to the brink of insanity, casting us into the void. Do no mistake me for a hero, or a savior. A martyr or saint, I do not come to save you. I do not come to take the first step towards freedom or make the last stand against their apexing power. My voice, is a call of destruction for it all. For them, for the system... and most importantly, you.
Yes, you my dear Furcadians! Are all guilty. And just as hopelessly incurable as those you put your faith in to lead you. The healthy can never cure the sick, they can only in time... become sick themselves. The redemption you may have once had, has now slipped from your grasp. Your cries for mercy will fall on deaf ears, as only the bellowing screams of the dying will be heard. Make no mistake, there is no innocence left, no single soul that can stand before the Fates and declare our survival. Like a body does with any sickness, it will attack, and destroy it utterly. So! I leave you to your contemplations and useless attempts for defense. Already do the harbingers descend upon you, bringers of death and the new world order... But, all is not lost, for with my acts of destruction, comes a future that will be brighter then any we could dream of. Pray now with me friends, pray with me! Pray that what rises from this carnage, ash and death... is better then what we are now.
Believe me when I say; The world will burn.