[h3][center]The Terror from the East[/center][/h3]
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The Museum Caper failed, the Sinister Six disgraced. It was a simple task. Go in, steal certain artifacts, then leave. It was supposed to be easy, in and out, 15-minute adventure. But the multicolored knuckleheads fucked it up. The plan was for each member to find something to steal and split off in different directions to distract from Mr. Blue stealing the actual prize for their employer. 

Heroes showed up as expected, but it seems the stupid six did not provide a good enough of a distraction as Mr. Blue was easily tracked. He thought he was fine at first, some stupid runt of a kid tried to stop him. No problem he thought, should be taken care of in 30 seconds or less. But then some giant reptilian showed up, kind of pissed about the whole thievery thing. Then some demon. Well, he was lucky to escape and be able to walk after getting hurled like that. Mr. Blue was unsure what happened to the others, maybe captured, maybe killed, maybe decided to just skip town. Mr. Blue was sure he would be the only one willing and responsible enough to report his failure, I mean that has to count for something right? Even among villains? Hopefully?

Mr Blue eventually arrived to the secret base, cleverly disguised as Volcano Insurance Co. Though it would be a pretty obvious front as who really needs Volcano insurance really? Lava Lord has been inactive long before this fake company was set up. As Mr. Blue descended deep underground into a secret underground facility where a shadowy cabal awaited his report.

There, Mr. Blue was met by a figure shrouded in darkness, standing at a position of honor behind other shadowy figures. The head figure stepped forward, revealing a bald-headed elderly Chinese man with a Fu Manchu. Combined with his sinister smile, it could only be the Fiendish Dr. Wu, admittedly looking pretty spry for his age.

“Mr. Blue…” Fiendish Dr. Wu began to speak, a hint of displeasure snuck past his otherwise neutral tone. “…Where is the artifact?”

“Some Dragon bitch took it from me, I tried to keep it secured but she fucking picked me up and tossed me like a doll!” Dr. Blue speedily spoke, trying to lay out his excuse before Fiendish Dr. Wu would punish him for his failure.

“Some dragon bitch? Did I pay you to flee, or to steal Mr. Blue?”

“uh… I’ll give you your money back I swear! And….” But before Mr. Blue could continue, the Fiendish Dr. Wu pulled some crazy martial arts moves with this metal claw attached to a chain and tore a chunk of flesh out of Mr. Blue’s chest. 

“Perhaps you do not remember who we are… with you are the most sinister and evil foes from the east!”

“The mean and green Wasabi Warmachine.” At the mention of his name, a muscular figure stepped into the light, letting himself be seen. A man could be seen, with skin of green, in front of him was a large bowl filled entirely with wasabi. As the warrior began to eat it, he underwent a transformation akin to a riastrad, where his flesh twisted and turned and his muscles expanded. From this demonstration, one could surmise that consuming Wasabi turns this man into a killing machine.

“Possessing the speed and power of both man and machine, the Super Sonic Samurai.” A figure revealed himself, dressed like a Samurai from imperial Japan, albeit heavily augmented with robotic body parts. Glowing Red eyes, a jetpack, an exo-suit surgically attached to his body, a laser katana, how much was man and how much was machine?

“The slippery and deadly Shogun of Shadows.” A figure stepped into the light, but it did not reveal much. A shadowy silhouette of an Imperial warlord could be seen, though his form flickered making it hard to discern details. Sometimes, shadowy tendrils formed and expanded from his body before dissolving as quickly as they came.  

“The luminous and hazard aura of the Nuclear Ninja” A figure appeared, producing a green glow that made it hard to discern finer details but he probably is dressed like a ninja. Probably.

“and…and, well he is not sinister or evil but we got Greg the intern.” A light illuminated a twenty something male dressed in business casual holding one of those drink carrier things with cups of coffee from StarPesos. He began handing a drink to each of the other named members who thanked him.

“He picks us up coffee and pizza and stuff, which is pretty cool. He might not have martial arts skills or super powers or anything, he might not be Japanese, but he is a valued member of this team. Thanks again Greg.” The other members of the villain group express appreciation to Greg again.

“Finally, you have the brilliant tactician, master of WuShu and Magic, and de facto leader while our master is indisposed…. Me! The Fiendish Dr. Wu!” At the conclusion, Fiendish Dr. Wu does a really good villainous laugh, all the practicing in front of a mirror is paying off for him.

“Now do you see wh…. Oh. Whoops.” Fiendish Dr. Wu was too busy practicing the groups’ introduction that he did not realize Mr. Blue bled to death a few minutes ago.

“Huh…. well, shit. I was going to go have him lure the people that foiled the heist here for a trap but….I guess I’ll have to do it now.”

And so, the following day our heroes will find a convenient letter addressed to them, with very descriptive directions to the secret headquarters of the villains of the month as well as a message tailored to each individually to lure them there. There, they will find a secret sinister complex filled with death traps, named villains who are actually competent, an army of ninja henchmen and of course…Greg the Intern, can’t forget about him. He might not be able to speak Japanese, but he can bring donuts in the morning!