Villians and Enemies

With Main Man, McLean, Mackie, and BOB in our Rogues' Gallery, who needs villains? or VILLAINS!!! for that matter
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Laughing Tiger (aka: Chuckling Kitty, Giggling Pussy ;p)

THE VILLAIN!!!:

From: 07-17-96
I am the villain, the newest threat to the BoSPMwaA. I will use my powers to defeat you. I have the power to be percieved as an evil imposing, menace. I have a cool booming villain voice and matching melodramatic speech patterns, I have the power to have a cool looking useless armor, and finally I have one more thing BEHOLD MY MIGHTY OPPOSABLE TOES. You are defenseless against me. I have already defeated Monty (I hate my valuable time being wasted.) What can you do to stop me, Mindset will just feel my need to be a villain and be a villainess at my side where I will say HOLD MY MIGHTY HAND to her so she will have a constant contact with me. Calypso, what can you do?, sing me to death.

From: 07-25-96:
Didn't you recognize Jarvis' e-mail address?
I HAVE TAKEN OVER HIS COMPUTER BY DEFEATING HIM! I NOW HAVE HIM HOSTAGE SO I CAN USE HIS COMPUTER TO GAIN ACCESS TO RACMX BUT HE WILL NOT REVEAL HIS PASSWORD! I LET HIM USE IT OCCASIONALLY BECAUSE HE ANNOYS ME IF I DON'T. I WILL SENT OUT MY ARMY OF OTHER PEOPLE BoSPMwaA DOESN'T WANT AS MEMBERS AND TAKE OVER ALL YOUR COMPUTERS. I WILL BE VICTORIOUS! FEAR ME!

Behold My Mighty Pen!

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OUCH! YOU IMPALED ME WITH A PEN! I MUST GO REGENERATE!

Take that fiend!!! ;-)

Brother Monty update: 07-28-96:
I finally defeated that dastardly TM. VILLAIN!!!!!! It seems I had a RACMX reply I didn't send involving Onslaught, Apocalypse, and the reply of the worst troll RACMX has ever saw that due to malicious programming gained sentience. All I had to do is send the reply, hopefully it was intercepted and deleted, if not RACMX has gained a sentient, living post capable of forming a physical body and communicating through other posts. Also you would have to deal with the excessive use of capitals and exclamation points.

Addendum by Jessica Murray: 07-28-96:
This "THE VILLAIN" person, in addition to suffering from an excess of exclamation points, also suffers from a gross misapprehension about the BoSPMwaA's recruiting standards. We want everybody except the trolls. The more of us there are, the better.
We here at the recruiting office of the BoSPMwaA would like to apologize for any emotional pain this perception of exclusivity may have caused, and we would also like to extend our hopes that Brother Monty will get well soon.

Tox

Real Name: Unknown, possibly the third McLean brother
Motivations: desire to conquer/destroy the BoSPMwaA for reasons not yet revealed.
Powers: Can instantaneously create waterfalls on aby body of water; can determine the sexual orientation of any mutant or gopher (but he's not telling); possibly other powers not yet revealed; and mess with people's "preferences" to make them trolls
Associates: Mr Sinister, as he attempted to introduce the genes for male-pattern baldness into Hank McCoy's DNA (so cruel), a legion of Trolls.
First Appeared: racm-x Aug-'96 survey
Wanted: for putting sugar in all the salt shakers down at the Bar and Grill

Some questioned the validity of his connection to Sinister, so Tox related this on one of the hidden cameras:

Tox broods upon this from the twelfth-floor computer lab in William James Hall. He gazes moodily out the window, down at the raging cataracts which have been arbitrarily placed on the Charles River.

"Sister Mindset, in an alliance with Sinister that predates my own? Hrrmmm...I had known from her many posts that she was smitten with his style, but isn't everybody?"

He glowers at the cringing troll beside him. "You! I dispatch you to raid LaForged's records and bring me everything you find before I post, and yet you discovered *nothing* of this! Perhaps you will pay more attention to your duties after you have been dangled over a waterfall in Boston Harbour!"

Tox waves his hand, and a burst of trollekinetic force sweeps the whimpering minion out the window."Hmpf."

"Could Sinister be playing us off against each other? And if so, does he act on Apocalypse's behalf, or behind his master's back? Then again, one thing Sinister and I have in common, I mean besides black lipstick and schemes which unfold at glacial speeds, is an obsession with being incredibly secretive about our motives. We could have just utterly mis-assumed what each other's goals were."

"Come to think of it, it's a wonder you don't see this happen more often. You know, two master villains are high-fiving over a pile of fallen mutants, and one says 'At Last!! Together we have vanquished the X-Men! Now, nothing stands between mutantkind and total supremacy!!' 'Uhh, actually I was doing this to pave the way for mutantkind's total annihilation. Weren't you?' 'Say WHAT?!' I mean, we never talk about these things beforehand."

"Hrmmm...whatever the truth may be, it is imperative that I discover it before Brucha Meyers does. And I know exactly how to hamper her efforts..."

Moments later, a minion rushes into the lab in response to Tox's trollepathic commands, bearing a stack of CD liners. Tox seizes them and flips through a few.

"Cirith Ungol, the Macc Lads, yes, yes...a collection of the worst, most appallingly vile song lyrics in Creation! By slipping these into .signature files on posts all over the net, I will ensure that Mindset sees them. And once she does...SHE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET THEM!!!!"

"MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Tox begins creating the first .sig, which incorporates the chorus from "No Sheep 'Til Buxton".

"Oh yes, these ought to mess up *anybody's* brain....."

Sister, upon hearing of accusations of double dealings with Sinister (as if that never happens) told us how she spoke with him to smooth out the situation.:

If you are... I'll.. I'll..

You will do what, my dear?

I.. I won't talk to you anymore. Among other things.

You cannot be serious.

. . .

Really, now...

. . . . .

It was a misunderstanding. Truly.

Oh, good, I don't think I could have kept it up much longer. But what's this about Hank? I thought he was going to be left *alone*.

You *promised*.

Part of the miscommunication, I am certain. It will be dealt with.

You'd better.

Oy. {Mindset prepares her defenses, basically a phalanx of all the songs available in her head at the moment, for some god-only-knows-why reason including both the lyrics to the "Macarena" and "Pencil-Neck Geek".}
Pity me.

Brucha S. Meyers -- aka Mindset. "Would try to link with our new opponent, but he's... ... blocking me. Didn't know that could happen..." The rest continues in the Histories