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For Greater Evil!

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For Greater Evil!

Isn't that against the rules?

For Greater Evil!

So it was a dozen people, but now it's over a dozen people? Not that I see a sheet, though.

For Greater Evil!

But if you're not going to do anything special, why are you so worried about managing your friends? Isn't it best to have as many friends as possible, so that nobody feels lonely?

Come to think of it, isn't an odd number of friends kind of silly? That way there's always someone left out.

For Greater Evil!

Isn't that just a community college?

For Greater Evil!

A full class is eleven people? No wonder they teach all the age groups in the same room.

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"Did you hear that, professor? Golly, a field trip just for us!"

"Didn't we agree you wouldn't talk to me?"

The midterms hadn't ended Dr Dreary's relationship with the creature, much to his chagrin. Still, the passing grade had meant he had officially forsworn all responsibility for the thing, so long as he wasn't looking at it when it was doing something stupid. Both teacher and student had the misfortune of sitting in the front rows. Dreary, because he was obligated as a member of faculty to sit in the lowest seats and suffer through the Headmaster's obnoxiously loud speeches. Maricola in the row behind him, because... Well, he guessed it didn't know any better. Speaking of which, hadn't the little monster been a bit too quiet ever since the speech ended?

Dreary looked up from his papers just in time to see Maricola's legs vanish over the railing. "Nothing.", he mumbled as he went back to grading, "I saw nothing."

But wait, he thought to himself, maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it was just trying to reach the portal and forgot that stairs exist. He furtively peered over the railing and oh, yes, it really was that bad after all, why did he expect anything else.

Maricola, dressed in puke-green spandex tights and a white tank top with the words SPACE MONSTAR emblazoned across the chest, was currently trying to force itself down the loudspeaker demon's throat. It was making surprisingly good progress, actually, having already gotten most of it's head and one arm in the mouth.

"Hey~, where does the sound come out? Is there someone insiiiiide~?"

For Greater Evil!

I COME FROM SPACE

• Appearance: Here

• Name: Maricola

• Title: Mysterious Transfer Student X

• Species: Starspawn

• Abilities:
Euclidean Compaction - Using the dark powers of forbidden geometry, Maricola is able to fold it's spatial structure in order to compact itself down into an androgynous humanoid roughly four feet in height, thus allowing it to function more or less as a person would.

Ultimate Cells - A starspawn is a kind of biological singularity, a being of perfect simplicity and adaptability possessing extensive control over it's own body and the ability to self-repair, self-replicate, and self-evolve at mind-boggling speeds. Sadly, said biological singularity also includes a very simple brain.

Primeval Cells - Likewise, by sloughing off a portion of it's own cells and allowing them to assimilate a native life form, Maricola can spawn and telepathically command a city-menacing kaiju perfect for battling with giant robots or other oversize space aliens. Sadly, the complications of having such primitive three-dimensional biology inflicted upon them causes the imperfect organism to decay into watery mush after roughly 24 hours of rampaging, or once it's core is significantly compromised.

Interstellar Cells - Finally, as a fragment of a greater being itself, Maricola is in constant communication with it's parent body and is able to consult it for advice. Sadly, the main body Maricola comes from is just as out-of-touch as Maricola is in the ways of puny earthfolk, but it tries.

• Skills: N O L I F E S K I L L S

• Inventory: Taiwanese bootleg action figure in the likeness of Omegaman, Maricola's de-facto archnemesis and favorite superhero.

Sample Post

Maricola and her test proctor, the endlessly put-upon Doctor Dreary, overlooked a fearsome battle between the shining defender of Space Justice, Omegaman, and some sort of googly-eyed giant lizard thing that the local authorities would doubtless have thought up a catchy codename for by now. Dreary was attempting to get some light grading work in as Maricola tugged the hem of his robe and pointed to the fight.

"Look, professor! It's Omegaman! The REAL Omegaman!"

"You don't say."

"Uh-huh! He's super duper strong and always beats the monsters down flat!"

"Really now."

"Yeah, I know because I watch him e~very week!"

"That's because you fight him every week, you twit."

Doctor Dreary shuffled his papers in search of Maricola's midterm evaluation.

"Forty-nine weeks running and not a single victory. What, exactly, does that pea-sized brain of yours think is the objective here?"

"Uh..."

"I'll give you a hint: It involves Omegaman."

"Mmmmmmautograph?"

Dreary slapped the child across the head with his clipboard.

"Ow! Professor, if you hit me that hard I might die!"

"If only that were true."

For the first exam and a number of retakes afterwards, Doctor Dreary had thought perhaps the child had been failing intentionally, as a way of harassing him. Then he thought, perhaps, it was to show the forces of Hell they had no power over this creature, which seemed to survive anything you threw at it. It was only on the fifteenth try, when the child began cheering for it's own nemesis that Doctor Dreary had understood the true meaning behind the thing's actions: It was dumb as a rock.

"Well what am I supposed to do, smart guy?"

"...Kill him?"

"Gosh, that sounds hard."

"Well, it's a midterm exam, it's meant to be-"

Doctor Dreary was interrupted by a distant shout of OMEGA BEEEEAM and a tremendous flash of light, and both teacher and student turning just in time to see Maricola's spawn collapse into a pile of smoking mush.

"-You know what? I'm done. You pass. City officially menaced."

"You really mean it?"

"No, but I'll give you an A if you never talk to me ever again."

"Hurray!"

• Other: I saw everyone had a theme song, so I'm going to have one too.

For Greater Evil!

Wow, you found a lot of friends to play with! I think I'd like to play too, okay?

I COME FROM SPACE

• Appearance: Here

• Name: Maricola

• Title: Mysterious Transfer Student X

• Species: Starspawn

• Abilities:
Euclidian Compaction - Using the dark powers of forbidden geometry, Maricola is able to fold it's spatial structure in order to compact itself down into an androgynous humanoid roughly four feet in height, thus allowing it to function more or less as a person would.

Ultimate Cells - A starspawn is a kind of biological singularity, a being of perfect simplicity and adaptability possessing extensive control over it's own body and the ability to self-repair, self-replicate, and self-evolve at mind-boggling speeds. Sadly, said biological singularity also includes a very simple brain.

Primeval Cells - Likewise, by sloughing off a portion of it's own cells and allowing them to assimilate a native life form, Maricola can spawn and telepathically command a city-menacing kaiju perfect for battling with giant robots or other oversize space aliens. Sadly, the complications of having such primitive three-dimensional biology inflicted upon them causes the imperfect organism to decay into watery mush after roughly 24 hours of rampaging, or once it's core is significantly compromised.

Interstellar Cells - Finally, as a fragment of a greater being itself, Maricola is in constant communication with it's parent body and is able to consult it for advice. Sadly, the main body Maricola comes from is just as out-of-touch as Maricola is in the ways of puny earthfolk, but it tries.

• Skills: N O L I F E S K I L L S

• Inventory: Taiwanese bootleg action figure in the likeness of Omegaman, Maricola's de-facto archnemesis and favorite superhero.

Sample Post

Maricola and her test proctor, the endlessly put-upon Doctor Dreary, overlooked a fearsome battle between the shining defender of Space Justice, Omegaman, and some sort of googly-eyed giant lizard thing that the local authorities would doubtless have thought up a catchy codename for by now. Dreary was attempting to get some light grading work in as Maricola tugged the hem of his robe and pointed to the fight.

"Look, professor! It's Omegaman! The REAL Omegaman!"

"You don't say."

"Uh-huh! He's super duper strong and always beats the monsters down flat!"

"Really now."

"Yeah, I know because I watch him e~very week!"

"That's because you fight him every week, you twit."

Doctor Dreary shuffled his papers in search of Maricola's midterm evaluation.

"Forty-nine weeks running and not a single victory. What, exactly, does that pea-sized brain of yours think is the objective here?"

"Uh..."

"I'll give you a hint: It involves Omegaman."

"Mmmmmmautograph?"

Dreary slapped the child across the head with his clipboard.

"Ow! Professor, if you hit me that hard I might die!"

"If only that were true."

For the first exam and a number of retakes afterwards, Doctor Dreary had thought perhaps the child had been failing intentionally, as a way of harassing him. Then he thought, perhaps, it was to show the forces of Hell they had no power over this creature, which seemed to survive anything you threw at it. It was only on the fifteenth try, when the child began cheering for it's own nemesis that Doctor Dreary had understood the true meaning behind the thing's actions: It was dumb as a rock.

"Well what am I supposed to do, smart guy?"

"...Kill him?"

"Gosh, that sounds hard."

"Well, it's a midterm exam, it's meant to be-"

Doctor Dreary was interrupted by a distant shout of OMEGA BEEEEAM and a tremendous flash of light, and both teacher and student turning just in time to see Maricola's spawn collapse into a pile of smoking mush.

"-You know what? I'm done. You pass. City officially menaced."

"You really mean it?"

"No, but I'll give you an A if you never talk to me ever again."

"Hurray!"

• Other: I saw everyone had a theme song, so I'm going to have one too.

Pokemon: Coming of Age

Malie drifted out of another cat nap to find both her and her Slakoth soaked head to toe in ink. Not an unusual occurrence, but this was the kind of thing she had hoped to get away from on a vacation. Tilting up her sunglasses, she took stock of the situation, noting that the good doctor had ducked behind the door of the ship's wheelhouse and was, for his part, completely dry. Almost as if he had known this was coming.

"Hey doc, this happen often around these parts?", she asked, wringing out her hair.

"I was hoping to explain before we reached the islands. These, Team Red-"

"-Team Snakewood-"

"-These, Team Snakewood, are the, ah, bandits we've been having trouble with."

"You're joking."

"Oh no, I'm quite serious."

Doctor Aquarius stepped out of the wheelhouse, now covered head to toe in a heavy-duty rainslicker, and continued his exposition.

"These children have been plundering smaller vessels for the better part of two months, and we're still no closer to actually tracking down their hideout. I guess you folks are a good luck charm!"

He turned around and raised his arms, shouting so the children could hear.

"OH NOOOOO, THEY'VE GOT US GOOD! I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SURRENDER TO THESE DIRTY LOW-DOWN SEA DOGS, NOTHING TO BE DONE ABOUT IT, NO SIR!"

"Brycen-Man, eat your heart out...", Malie muttered under her breath.

[LATER, AT THE SECRET BASE]

Well, it was official. Team Topaz (co-starring Doc Aquarius) had been captured by a gang of small, annoying children. That being said, it was a pretty swanky secret base. They had been blindfolded on the way there, but it was definitely some kind of sea cave. The smooth, naturally-carved walls pulsed with a faint blue light, supplemented by a number of imported Alolan tiki torches. Decorative plushes originally bound for the Celadon department store littered the floor, along with several crates of novelty pirate costumes, toy swords, and approximately half a ton of Rage Candy Bars. The current captain lounged atop a halfway-assembled jungle gym, Team Topaz' pokemon having been thrown into a makeshift cage and guarded by the kid's Chatot. As for Team Topaz themselves, they sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, hands bound together by the finest of boy scout knotsmanship.

"Brilliant plan, doc."

"We made it in, didn't we?"

"Look, I'm gonna be straight with you: If this ink stains my favorite shirt, these kids are gonna be the least of your problems."