Villain Town: A Series of Mayhem

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Villain Town: A Series of Mayhem (see signup thread for summary of the roleplay)

Episode 1: Welcome to Villain Town

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An anthropomorphic vampire bat in a classy tuxedo wakes up to find himself sitting in an old theater building. There are many rows of seats, and an empty stage with a spotlight shining on it.

The bat narrows his eyes. He always hated light. But at least the rest of the room is mostly dark, and he's not too close to the light.

The Darkwand! Where is it? The bat fumbles around. To his relief, his magic wand, with its dark purple gem, is in a pocket on the inside of his coat.

A non-anthropomorphic great horned owl sits on his left shoulder, still sleeping. The bat nudges her with his right hand.

"Layla! Layla!" he hisses in a raspy, high-pitched growl.

Layla wakes up and gives him an annoyed glance. "What is it, Your Ill-Temperedness?" she says.

"Vhere are ve? I... can't remember how ve got here..."

Layla looks around. "I don't know, Count Fledermaus. Maybe we both ate something strange before bed. Maybe those little pups are playing a trick on us. There are quite a few characters here that I don't recognize."

Layla moves over to sit on the top of the seat next to her. Count Fledermaus looks around at the other individuals sitting in the theater. They are spread out across the room, and most of the seats are empty. But who else is here...?

Edited by DrNoPuma on Nov 20th 2023 at 5:17:49 AM

"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."

(A bipedal creature resembling a shark is in a nearby chair, looking around at her surroundings in disgust. She has a crown around her dorsal fin and wears a purple robe.)

What on earth IS this horrible place? Filthy, horrid place. (She says.) Where am I?

(A perky-looking green moray eel is in the seat beside her.) Gee, your Highness, I kinda like this place!

Oh, Pip? You've ended up here too? (She says.) I cannot tell if I should be glad that you're here, too, or angry.

(The eel coils around the shark creature's shoulders like a snake.) I sure hope you're glad I'm here, knowing that I only live to do your bidding, Queen Fintelle! Just tell me what to do or change me into somebody and I'll do the rest! I can't wait! (Pip says.)

Ugh, patience, Pip. I must find out what's going on. (The shark queen named Fintelle says.)

(Her previously calm expression immediately contorts into an angry snarl.) EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! I DEMAND TO KNOW!!

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

Harv looked around and took in a deep, calming breath. As a three foot tall, animatronic plush rabbit he didn't technically need to breathe but he still found it useful to do occasionally. He fished an elaborate looking pocket watch from one trench coat pocket and checked it, verifying his internal clock against the elaborate clockwork device. He was missing a few minutes of recent memory and he had somehow been transported to what looked like an office that looked like it belonged in a 1940s detective noir movie. More worrying was what he could see through the open back door; a brightly colored bedroom with an all too familiar form on the bed.

Harv took in another deep breath and yelled "DEBBIE! You got some 'splaining to do!"

On the bed, an anthromorphic female skunk with plastic white fur and blonde hair sat up, startled. "Harvey?" she asked, confused. "Where are we?" She stretched, revealing a curvy figure even in the 'Mega-Super-Topia Asylum For The Criminally Deranged' pajamas she was wearing.

Harv sighed. On one hand, he'd been worried that this was some hair-brained scheme of Debbie Oll, to make the world (or at least Mega-Super-Topia) safe for toys. On the other hand, he'd been hoping it had been something that simple. "I don't know, Debbie, I was hoping you'd know. Also, it's Harv. You built me, you named me, you should be able to remember it."

Idly, Harv examined the desk. The chair behind the desk was taller then normal. With a simply leap, Harv found able to sit in the chain with his head and shoulders above the desk surface. On the desk was a blotter, a placard reading "HARV, P.I.", an old fashioned rotary phone, and a pristine glass ashtray. Next to the chair was a mini-fridge, hidden by the desk. Opening the mini=fridge revealed several bottles of sparkling apple juice and a bunch of carrots. "Debbie, have you been tampering with the fabric of reality... again?"

"No, the nice nurses at the Asylum made me promise to stop." said Debbie. Harv could hear her moving around and opening what sounded like a pair of closet doors. "Oh, look, there's several of my old dress-up clothes here!"

Harv sighed. "Debbie, ALL clothes are dress-up.... never mind. It looks like whoever... or whatever... brought us here expected us to stay awhile.". He took one of the carrots from the fridge and nibbled on it. He wasn't sure exactly what happened to things he ate but had finally decided not to let it worry him after Debbie had gone into a long winded explanation about instantaneous bio-fuel conversion. Picking up the handset on the old-fashioned rotary phone on the desk produced a familiar dial tone, but when he managed to carefully dial the non-emergency number for the Mega-Super-Topia police department, a recorded voice told him the number was invalid. He hung up and checked. Based on the noises, Debbie had found a bathroom and was using it to wash up and change outfits. Harv took a few minutes to go through the drawers of the desk, discovering the drawers were empty except for another, larger bottle of carbonated juice (this time grape) and a pair of keys.

Harv hopped off the table and walked to the front door of the office, opening it to reveal a small, well manicured wall and a suburban looking neighborhood. He reached up, checking the keys he'd taken from the desk. One key easily fit in the lock, while the other key looked like it might match the car in the driveway.

Harv went over and hopped onto the hood of the car, and then peered through the windshield. The steering wheel had some extra controls, controls Harv recognized as speed and brake controls designed to accommodate handicapped drivers. More telling was the booster seat firmly belted into the driver's seat position of the car. Someone had clearly set up the car with Harv in mind. Possibly more worrying was the large metal wind-up key mounted on the rear hood of the car, indicating the car was also meant with Debbie in mind.

Debbie came out, hair carefully brushed. She was wearing a bright pink lab coat, with bulging pockets, belted over a pair of jeans and a shirt. "Oh, are we going somewhere?" she asked brightly.

"First, we should figure out where we are." said Harv. "I don't think we're in Mega-Super-Topia any more. For one thing, I don't see anyone flying overhead. For another, my internal GPS isn't picking up ANY familiar satellites."

Debbie sighed and took out several small items from her lab coat pockets, placing them on the roof of the car. Harv watched as she fiddled with them for a few minutes. " "Well, good news is that the speed of light is still constant, so if we're in an alternate universe the basic laws of reality still seem to hold." she announced. " Plus, I'm breathing the atmosphere with no ill effects and gravity seems about the same, so that's good."

Harv pulled the revolver out of his pocket, weighing it in his hand, then quickly put it back away. "Yeah, you're right about the gravity. Gravity's the same to at least three decimal places. Still no flying boy-scouts overhead, so this world might not have supers in it.". Harv pointed at a nearby building. For some reason, this area appeared to be a bunch of different style houses clustered around a large, old fashioned theater. " I can hear people in that theater, maybe we should check it out."

Edited by Nodrog on Nov 20th 2023 at 7:11:09 AM

Paranoia - The Most Fun You Can Have With Deadly Lasers!

A large figure stands hunched over in one of the rows. The seats are far too small to fit it. As far as it knows, everything felt peaceful, and then all too loud. Then, everything felt peaceful again... but something's different. This isn't the place it once knew.

The Vaccal stands tall, waiting for an answer.

Welcome to Ideal's World

Harv and Debbie entered the dimly lit theater. Harv took his time, looking over the seated patrons. Most of the people here were strangely fur-less and tail-less, but otherwise normally sized and proportioned. A few were different, such as the...

Harv sighed. As far as Debbie was concerned, self-preservation was what she had Harv to worry about.

"Hi-hi, Mister Theater Attendant!" said Debbie cheerfully, grabbing the leather robe of the giant figure standing in one of the rows and tugging on the robe. "Nobody was at the box office, we'd like to buy two tickets please."

Edited by Nodrog on Nov 21st 2023 at 2:12:07 PM

Paranoia - The Most Fun You Can Have With Deadly Lasers!

The Vaccal looks down at the strange figure. It had a strange resemblance to some of the skittering things that it had seen in the loud place... but the feeling was different.

From within, the Vaccal something strange. Concepts seem to bubble up from a source that seems so close, yet distant. And with that, it can understand the idea of what is being spoken to it.

The Vaccal sends out the concept of what is now seems to know is the usual way to handle these sorts of conversations.

"WRONG. ENTITY."

Welcome to Ideal's World

Debbie frowned, stepping back. "Owwie, that hurt!" she complained.

Harv hopped forward, moving between the hulking abomination and his creator. "Watch it." he snapped, glaring at the bleached skull. Still glaring, he tried to lead Debbie to a pair of empty seats

Edited by Nodrog on Nov 21st 2023 at 5:37:15 AM

Paranoia - The Most Fun You Can Have With Deadly Lasers!

Count Fledermaus and Layla look around at the others in the theater. They seem fine with most of the other attendees, although the Vaccal makes them shudder.

"Seems like no one else knows what's going on here, either," says Layla.

Curses! says Count Fledermaus. But perhaps vun of zhem vill remember vhere zhey came from. The qveen looks interesting.

Count Fledermaus flies into the air using his wings (which, as an anthropomorphic bat, are on his back.) He lands in the row in front of the shark queen and turns to face her.

Ah, excuse me, Your Highness, says Count Fledermaus. It seems zhat none of us know how ve got to zhis strange place. I can't remember vhat I vas doing before I came here. Vhere do you come from, and do you remember anyzhing?

"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."

A royal kitsune queen looks around and enters the scene, she looks beautiful, but also snarky.

"Well, well, well.. look at who came here, a mighty kitsune queen in her majestically beauty..", she said as she admired herself.

She then looks at the shark queen, she is shocked to see another queen like her.

"Hey! Who dares to be a queen like me? Everyone knows that there could be in one queen in this town!.. But on the other way, you seem to be royal like me.. perhaps we could make a deal..", as she talked to the shark queen.

Edited by Owen23 on Nov 21st 2023 at 8:33:11 AM

"Her grace and speed are quite impressive, so the rest of the pack think of her as an idol. She has lots of fans!"

From the back row, a ticked-off Dogman in a suit by the name of Big Stacks Smoke has had enough of this theatre nonsense and all-too familiar talking animals. “Now listen here all of you!” He says as he proudly stands up from his old seat. “I don’t give a rat’s scab about none of your business talks! Let me think for a moment won’t you? Seems like some cheapo funny movie I’ve been dropped into.”

Walking into the aisle, he looks on with some sense of superiority at the other villains in the room (and a bizarre side-eye towards whatever the Vaccal is). The theatre appears empty besides the few guests, some rows have gained cobwebs and a dusty mist from no use. Stacks is utterly disgusted by the lack of dollar, pulling out a cigar to calm himself down. “ Tell me, is this one of Finley’s schemes again? Because trust me, I have a buddy named Benjamin who helps better than she ever could.”

Edited by CanuckMcDuck1 on Nov 21st 2023 at 8:21:44 AM

I’m sorry, but you have Stage 9 Animes.

(Fintelle scoffs at being accosted by multiple people at once, but nevertheless answers.)

I come from the seven seas, which I SHOULD have been the rightful ruler over. (Fintelle says to Fledermaus.) The last thing I can remember is...falling into a blasted whirlpool! The mermaid and her duncebucket friends were there...

Uh...I don't remember much, heh heh... (Pip says.)

(Fintelle raises a non-existent eyebrow at this other queen.) And what makes you think I'd wish to strike a deal with YOU? Especially so quickly? (She scoffs.) You and your thousand tails shall have to do better than that!

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

The Kistune Queen scoffs at the shark queen.

"You know I have such beauty and wealth to compete with that! Just look at how beautiful I am! Dozens and dozens of tails, thousands of jewels and riches stuffed right in my castle, TONS OF INFINITE BEAUTY STUFFED IN ME!", she said to the shark queen, talking about how great she is.

"And trust me, I should be a rightful owner like you, but then that fox knight came in and slayed me all the way to HERE!", she also added to that conversation with the shark queen.

"Her grace and speed are quite impressive, so the rest of the pack think of her as an idol. She has lots of fans!"

There is a loud BANG! The light on the stage flickers, and suddenly, there is a stool on the stage with a ventriloquist dummy sitting atop it.

"Hello, new batch! So glad you could join us!" says the dummy.

"SCREE! Vhat is zhat thing?!" says Count Fledermaus. He pulls the Darkwand out from his coat and fires a dark purple beam at the ventriloquist dummy. However, the beam simply bounces off of the dummy, who is completely unharmed.

"VHAT?! This cannot be!"

The dummy laughs. "You can't harm me! My friends and I are more powerful than you could possibly imagine. "

Layla lands on Fledermaus's shoulder and puts her wing around him, trying to comfort him. "Explain yourself," she says.

"You have all been brought here to this new world, your new home, because you are the baddest of the bad. Welcome to Villain Town!"

Edited by DrNoPuma on Nov 22nd 2023 at 7:27:51 AM

"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."

Stacks, seeing an opportunity at the feuding Queens (as well as out of fear of the new arrival), runs and buds in to the Shark and Kitsune.

" Darlings, darlings! Feud all you want, but it won’t get you anywhere with this attitude!" He pulls out his trusty monocle and holds out his hand, a power move from the olden days. " I suggest what truly matters is not the size of your vapid ego, but the cash in your wallet! Tell you what, you face that creature over there and I’ll handle the coins!"

Edited by CanuckMcDuck1 on Nov 22nd 2023 at 6:33:16 AM

I’m sorry, but you have Stage 9 Animes.

Hmph! Stuck-up creature! I am gorgeous, but I am FAR far more humble about it! (Fintelle scoffs. She thinks a moment and turns to Pip.) …Oh, Pip, remind me to freshen up after we leave here. My eyeliner is running and the lovely shine is going out of my skin.

Wait, my queen fell into a whirlpool, you were sent here by a knight…did you both d-

(Before Pip can finish, a strange ventriloquist dummy drops in and explains where they are.)

…"Villain Town". (Fintelle repeats in a flat tone.)

Dunno what we can do, the winged guy couldn’t do much. (Pip says to Stacks.)

(Fintelle scoffs.) I could fix that horrid puppet.

Edited by kablammin45 on Nov 22nd 2023 at 7:41:54 AM

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

As the dummy explains on and on, the Kitsune Queen looks on, and then..

"Villain Town, huh?", she says. "Just what kind of name is that anyway? And by the way, who is that dummy?"

"Her grace and speed are quite impressive, so the rest of the pack think of her as an idol. She has lots of fans!"

"Ho ho ho! You're welcome to try and fight me if you wish, but it won't get you anywhere!" says the dummy. "My name is Shouty. I'm one of the leaders of Villain Town. This is another dimension where villains from all sorts of dimensions go when their wicked schemes come to an end."

"Some of you remember exactly what happened to you before you came here, like you," he says, pointing to Fintelle. "But others don't remember, like you, Batsy," he says to Count Fledermaus.

"Just to jog your memory, in your show's last episode, your castle was filled with light from a sunrise, and you flew away, scared! Your show was cancelled after one season because the merchandise wasn't selling well. To make things worse, all the heroic wolf pups in your show got plushies, but you never got to appear on so much as a postcard!" Shouty starts laughing.

Count Fledermaus is deeply hurt by this. "No... No! It can't be!"

Count Fledermaus continues shooting beams from the Darkwand at Shouty. The beams still don't affect him, and Shouty keeps laughing. Eventually, Fledermaus gives up and droops his head in misery.

"If the Darkwand doesn't affect you, you must have some sort of magic mumbo jumbo going on," says Layla. "And you're sure lucky, cause if you didn't, I'd be tearing into your ugly, wooden hide right now!"

"Quiet, sidekick. You didn't get any merch either," Shouty says with a chuckle. "How about the rest of you? Do any of you besides Sharky remember your final defeat?"

Edited by DrNoPuma on Nov 22nd 2023 at 10:17:41 AM

"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."

Stacks is offended at the mere thought of being beaten at his own game, and passionately yells at the disturbing-looking dummy. “ Impossible! Preposterous! All you speak is slander. I’m at the top at my game. Numero uno! So how about you start showing proof about the lot of us!”

I’m sorry, but you have Stage 9 Animes.

Dee Annie Kris

Dee was simply sleeping in the front. She didn't really care about the unfamiliar voices around her. She assumed that they were Mooks of hers. How should she remember what every one of them sounded like? There was only so much noise she could endure, however, and when Shouty exploded into existence, she jumped. Not from fright! She was simply surprised. That happened to everyone.

Yawning, she eyed the dummy suspiciously. "Alright, Slappy." she mutters grumpily. When the Count began firing bolts of magic at the dummy, only to be unaffected as the beams bounce off, Dee has to lean to the side to avoid one that bounces off her, growling, annoyed. Now wide awake, she looked around at the people in the building. Blinking, she realized. I don't know any of these people.

Taking several panicked breaths to compose herself, she looked again at the dummy. Shouty didn't seem to be lying. But why were they brought here? Might as well get some answers. Suddenly standing up and unfurling her wings, towering over the dummy, Dee looked at her tiny captor with burning eyes. "Listen here, Ass Shove, I am The Antichrist, and I was never defeated!" she laughs cruelly. "Tell me why you have brought us here, and maybe I'll spare your life."

Though she did remember meeting a hero and everything turning black...

You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.

(Fintelle looks almost irrationally angry at being called "Sharky".) ...never call me that again. (She says in a chillingly tranquil tone.)

(Pip gives Fledermaus a sympathetic expression.)

(But then Fintelle's eyes narrow.) ...Are you saying that I am here now because falling into that whirlpool...? (She trails off. The vain royal shark does not even want to entertain the idea that falling into that whirlpool resulted in her death.)

(She shakes her head.) ...Oh, perhaps it doesn't necessarily mean that I...erm...

(She wonders why Pip is here since she could have sworn he had sided with the mermaid and her friends in the end, but she digresses for now.)

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

"HARV!" Debbie hissed, grabbing onto one of Harv's arms, leaning close so she could speak into one of his raised ears. "Do you see what they are doing to that wooden puppet?!?"

Harv fought the urge to bang his head against the seat in front of him. "Yes, Debbie, but the puppet said that it's why everyone here is..."

"That is a wooden puppet! A toy!" insisted Debbie. "As the self professed guardian of all toys, I have to..."

"Debbie, remember what the nice doctors said?" said Harv, desperately. "I'm sure if the puppet needs out help for something, it would let us know." He reached up, patting Debbie's hand comfortingly.

"Any way, the last thing I remember is being taken for the doctors to try electro-shock therapy." said Debbie. "Maybe that's why we didn't appear in the theater immediately?" Debbie thought for a moment. "It's not like electroshock even works on me, due to my plastic skin, but the doctors keep saying it's part of my Man-Courtdated Treatments, or something like that..."

Harv nodded, hoping to keep Debbie talking.

Edited by Nodrog on Nov 22nd 2023 at 12:20:00 PM

Paranoia - The Most Fun You Can Have With Deadly Lasers!

The Kitsune Queen, tries to remember what happened to her..

"I was at top of my game, a plan to rule the kingdom, to be the most beautiful. I had ascended to a higher, beautifuller form of myself, with my cosmic powers at hand, I had been very beautiful with those endless tails.."

She then remembers what happened to her..

"But then this fox knight, Sir Renardo, came along, dodged all my magical powers, and with his mighty sword, he slayed me by using my magic scepter, making me useless and he sent ME blasting off again! Thank goodness I still have it when I got sent here.."

"Her grace and speed are quite impressive, so the rest of the pack think of her as an idol. She has lots of fans!"

The Vaccal is deep in thought. Last it recalls, it saw one of the two-legged loud things within a circle. It lunged, and everything fell into place...

This wasn't the place it was in before it was disturbed. There's more concepts that still seem to be beamed into it from something within.

Welcome to Ideal's World

One would be forgiven, at first glance, for assuming the mass of pale rags occupying several seats in the back row was nothing but a prop, or a pile of leftover junk. It was too huge, too formless, to be something living.

Yet live it did. Lord Mikhael took longer to wake than the other villains - he was so very tired. As if he had been sleeping for years on end.

And he ached. That, once he was conscious enough to string thoughts together, concerned him a little. His life had been spent tearing his body apart, piece by piece, and reconstructing it painstakingly... he had long since become numb to ordinary pain. Anything he could feel, a lesser being would find astronomical. Unbearable.

Four huge arms, each differently shaped, unfurled from the rag pile. Two legs, one humanoid and one digitigrade, followed. A seventh limb, a misplaced claw-tipped saurian leg, shot straight up before curling above the mass in a mantis-like resting position. Propping himself up with all six primary limbs, Mikhael rose to his feet with the air of one suffering from a colossal hangover, and as he did two huge "wings", concealed beneath yellow fabric lined with eye motifs much like the rest of him, billowed out to add to his already imposing silhouette. His single visible eye, currently a dull yellow with a slit pupil, swivelled to and fro, taking in his surroundings.

This was not Boxworld. Too natural, too carefully designed. The foul stench of artificiality was nowhere to be found - except on that one lady, the one who looked like a skunk. A minor minion who'd been lucky enough to breach the gap alongside him, he immediately assumed. This must be reality, true reality, the place he'd been seeking his whole life. And yet something still felt off. He couldn't say exactly what, but something told him celebrating his triumph right away would be premature.

Were those words? He couldn't hear from all the way back here - not with his head ringing like this. He'd have to get closer. As Mikhael tentatively lifted his hands off the backs of the seats to let his legs support his weight, there was a harsh ripping sound and a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the angel-monster stumbled forward with a grunt of pain. Heavens, what was wrong with him? Had those self-important nobodies somehow interfered with his ascension? All the more reason he should have killed them all when he had the chance... but it was too late now. And hopefully, their meddling was a thing of the past.

He was standing, at least. His march to the front of this auditorium place wasn't going to be nearly as composed as he'd like, but with so many pains in so many body parts, a lurching stomp would have to do.

...someone was standing in his way. A fox, stood on two legs as some of the beasts back home did, with a resplendent dress and more tails than any creature could possibly know what to do with. All looked to be real, warm fur. That would have encouraged Mikhael, hammering in as it did the reality of this place, were he not focused on the annoyance of her standing in his way as she had some petty argument with a similarly ostentatious creature who at least had the decency to sit.

The rag-swathed figure, easily twice Diamelle's height, clears his throat loudly. It's an oddly polite gesture coming from something so monstrous-looking. He then gestures "move aside" with one of his arms, to hammer the point home.

be nice to benjamin it's not his fault he got beat up by a microbe

"Ahem."

A man steps onto the stage. He's wearing a simple, gray dress shirt and black pants, with a skintight black bodysuit and a white mask concealing his entire body.

The man puts his hand through Shouty the dummy's back.

"Greetings. My name is the Puppeteer. I apologize for Shouty's behavior. If left unchecked, he can really run his mouth. I felt I should step in before he started a riot."

"So what if I talk a lot? You're just a big scaredy-cat, aren't you?" says Shouty.

"This day just keeps getting weirder," says Layla.

Count Fledermaus twitches his ears. He had heard Mikhael awaken. All he could do was stare at the creature's eldritch appearance. Fledermaus had always thought he was the scariest thing in the world. Now, with all these other characters, he was starting to feel outclassed.

"Humans and robots living together in harmony and equality. That was my ultimate wish."