If I just so happen to capture my enemy alive and well, I will in no way invite him to join me for a three course lunch. I will shoot him where he stands.
I will go to the effort of hiring henchmen who only look like me. Therefore, if the going gets tough, I get going, and the henchmen can stay and die. Of course I will get myself a small tattoo on an insignificant part of my body, so my own troops will not question whether I am the real me.
Anyone who questions my orders will be shot....especially if they manage to point out a small flaw in any of my plans. I will laugh and pretend I had already thought of it, while secretly thinking of ways to fix the problem.
My wizard/sorceror/mad scientist will not be locked in a tower under guard protection, just in case he feels the need to get back at me for treating him harshly.
In no way shall I install any slow death traps, ie. gas chambers, closing walls.....my death traps will be instant. ie a spray of bullets in the surrounding area.
I will not underestimate any enemy, big or small, weak or powerful. They will all be dealt with swiftly.
All the computers/mainframes will be protected with finger scan, retina scan, voice scan and every other possible way of scanning an idividual. In the event that anyone needs to access any computer/mainframe urgently...too bad, they will wait.
I will not store my plans for world domination and the blueprints of my superweapon on any computer. They will destroyed after being utterly memorized to the single last detail.
i like this game 😄
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
excellent *bows* one more thing, what of Syren. I can not help but wonder what her reaction will be.
She is to be killed immediately. There is no use in waiting for her to return to the fortress just to have her unleash her wrath upon me.
Disperse the warriors into the regions, find Lady Syren and take her out, warn the men to not under estimate her and to make this as smooth as possible. I want cold, hard, undenying proof of her death.
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
o boy, hello demathl, what do we owe this most unpleasent suprise?
Originally posted by Demarthl
you owe me silence and utter rwverace for eternity, i bellow unto thy wrath and dessimate all thy biddings, beg for thy humble elf whilst thee whimpers i shalt gloat upom thee and thy pitful glee of euphoria, and go to bed because i am drunk 😐
Ah, yes, I see the jester has come to offer his entertainment during our feast, Commander.