Cosmic Justice :: Creative Writing Short Stories

Cosmic legal expert The particular vicious which the space turtle sensed came from one Dr. Quincey P. Mandra, who after a long life of being victimized (at least as he saw it) through one means or another, dogged that the sentence had arrived for him to become a sensitive Scientist and wreak his revenge on humanity and creation in general by taking over the world and making it his plaything. (As can be seen, Dr. Mandra was rather narrow of vision, as any self-respecting Mad Scientist these days would harbor planned to conduct over the universe, or at least our particular galaxy. Perhaps this was why the elder space turtle seemed unconcerned.) He had already constructed his Evil Headquarters, which he had troped The Citadel of Doom (Insert lightning and thunder here). He thought that it was a name that rolled rather nicely off the tongue. It had all that an Evil Mad Scientist could destiny attractive art deco living quarters for himself, barracks for his troops, dank dungeons, scud chambers, mutated guard-beasts, booby traps, and lots and lots of insidious machinery that bleeped and buzzed and crackled and made other information fictiony noises. He still needed one thing however...Hordes. Every Evil Mad Scientist needs hordes of mindless drones to do his Evil Bidding. Where will I find Hordes? he mused. Where can I find great mountain of mindless individuals ready to be indoctrinated and follow a charismatic attractor with little or no regard for consequences or even leafy vegetable sense? He rejected Congress immediately. I do need some degree of intelligence in my hordes. Overly stupid hordes have been the downfall of many a Mad Scientist. Besides I do want some combat ability. Some, hell I want insensitive killing machines This naturally brought the armed forces to mind, but he rejected them as too fanatical even for him. Frat boys Hmm...maybe frat pledges. By the time they reach full frat boy status theyve consumed way too much alcohol to be worth anything.