You were beast that planned continuous raids on a village that resigned around your cave. You had terrorized them so much that there were tales they told their children about why you attacked, though maybe they didn’t know. It didn’t matter anyway, they just knew you would come back time and time again, leading them to more suffering. Today was no exception…as long as there were no issues leaving.

You were on your haunches, ready to go attack the village, but of course something went wrong. Your lackeys. It was a surprise that you had lackeys, yes, people of the village couldn’t imagine it, but there they were. The little band of rogues were constantly spewing nonsense to your ears, but occasionally they could be useful.

Evil Andrew: “Alright..How are we attackin’ today?”

Evil Joe: “Joe Hawley Joe? Hawley Joe Hawley, Joe Hawley.”

Evil Rob: “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard from any of you. What do you use that brain for?”

Evil Ross: He just stood beside you, waiting for you to end their fighting or for them to end the fight themselves.

Evil Zubin: He was just doing the same as Evil Ross.