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Villain of the Day: May 29 (Haphazard)

Any gamer will tell you: RNG is the only truth in the universe. Phil Keetoh certainly won’t argue with that concept.

A software tester from Seattle, Phil cut his teeth working on games for various companies, putting in the long hours necessary to bring triple A titles to systems worldwide. While he tended to bounce from studio to studio as projects were delivered, Phil had a reputation as an enterprising young man who was always eager for more.

When Checkdown SoftWorks called, hoever, asking about his availability to test a new virtual reality helmet device, Phil couldn’t say yes fast enough. He backed his bags for Portland and dove into his work.

However, the fickle dice gods of the universe had something in store for Phil that day. While the helmet device Phil was testing housed a off phenomenally powerful processor, something malfunctioned in a way that technicians are still trying to pierce together.

The algorithms in the helmet manifested in three dimensional reality as sonething of a chaos field around Phil, which he could manipulate and shape. Effectively choosing his own reality, Phil could shape the building blocks of matter in ways that seemed beyond illogical. While wearing the helmet, his body flickered in and out of this dimension by the second, with afterimages of him flashing about the room.

Naturally, all this power went to Phil’s head. The prototype helmet went off the grid, along with Phil, and the villain known as Haphazard made his first appearance. Strangely, he seems able to access every locked door and vault, able to be in multiple places at once, and make even the most improbable happen. How do you fight a villain who can literally turn reality itself against you?

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The Amazons
Shanice Lincoln worked as a receiving clerk for a Los Angeles dockyard which, not to put too fine a point on it, handled a lot of smuggling traffic. And that was fine. But month after month, she watched her superiors take bribes that involved fat rolls of bills or even mysterious locked briefcases, but she only ever got the barest whiff of a kickback. All that changed when a dock worker dropped a crate coming off a boat from "Alaska", and what burst out could only be described as a huge flower armed with thorns the size of her hand and even bigger teeth. She ran, but a barrage of seeds struck her. She got some nice hush money to stay away from the hospital, but it only barely made up for spending the next week and a half missing work, feverish and near-delirious on the couch. When the fever finally broke, she discovered a network of vines wrapped around her body, rooted in her flesh. However, it quickly became clear that the vines obeyed her thoughts, and she found she could launch poisonous thorns with surprising accuracy. Creating a costume out of the living leaves and flowers at her command, she named herself Amazon and went out to collect some really big scores.

When Andressa Silva came to the United States from Brazil, she left behind a family who always had more time for the cartel than for her. She also left behind a family history that was old when Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Her grandmother raised her on tales of their tribe taking in refugees from the sinking of Atlantis, and of the ancient sorcerers' mystical traditions which could make the tribe's warriors stronger and tougher than any normal human... if the blood of Atlantis ran strongly enough in their veins. For Andressa, it did. Taking on the name "The Amazon", she struck out to earn power and prestige in LA in the only way she knew how -- the underworld.

It didn't take long for the two criminals to realize they shared a codename. When a fight for the rights to the name ended in a stalemate, Shanice and Andressa compromised: Shanice would be Amazon River, and Andressa would change to Amazon Reaver. Having developed some mutual respect, Amazon Reaver and Amazon River (Mean and Green for short) teamed up and have been on a meteoric rise in LA underworld ever since.
 

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Villain of the Day:  May 30 (Adrenal)

Maria Brunhault didn't expect to be drummed out of pharmacology school for her stealing component chemicals.  She was too careful for that.  What she didn't bank on was the random drug test that her first employer required.

Even as a teen, Maria was fascinated by chemistry, graduating second in her class and enjoying a full scholarship to University of Minnesota's prestigious pharmacology program.  During her masters' level research with one of her professors, Maria was permitted to use human test subjects for the first time...something she relished far too much.  While working on a potential replacement for the birth-control injection, Maria came under inquest for her treatment of several test subjects, who raised ethics issues to her professor.

Maria was taken off the project, but was permitted to continue on in the program, using the data accrued by her advisor and her fellow classmates.  However, Maria swiftly became bitter.  She knew she could do better, even if that meant experimenting on herself.

Over the course of the next two years, Maria's modest one-bedroom apartment morphed into a grad-student bungalow into an outright pharmacological lab, with equipment and resources stolen from the university laboratories, purchased on the black market, or cobbled together from common chemicals.  Testing her hypotheses on herself, she completed her research and graduated with honors, whereupon she was headhunted by numerous big-pharma firms.

That, however, was her downfall.  After years of self-experimentation, Maria's physiology had altered dramatically.  When ZenaAstra offered her a position with a starting six-figure salary, all she had to do was pass the drug test.  Without thinking, Maria peed in the proverbial cup....and all of her indiscretions swiftly came to light.

Embarrassed and infuriated, Maria fled outright, taking whatever she could carry.  Four days later, she found herself in a strange warehouse, along with several other young, powered women.

Since that day, Adrenal (as Maria has started calling herself) has served as the sawbones for this group.  However, she often takes the field with a strange breathing rig and an auto-injector strapped to her left wrist.  Maria's powers vary by encounter, but the various chemicals in her array have given her the ability to give off intense pheremones capable of altering mood, the ability to exhale corrosive gasses, a series of touch-delivered poisons, and short bursts of increased strength, speed, and stamina.  Further, Maria seems to be immune to all but the strongest toxins and has even shown a significant resistance to blood magic, which seems to indicate that her blood simply...isn't.  

With Adrenal in the field, a new force of ladies has taken the night, armed with science beyond that of any the world has seen...but who's organizing all this?!

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The bit about her being resistant to bloog magic is a neat touch. :D

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Lies! No one is immune to the magic that is Bloogo's love.

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Considering Bloogo dies in at least two realities someone is immune apparently. 

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For the record, Adrenal is resistant to both blood magic and bloog magic. Canon. You heard it here first.

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Okay, one more.

The Iron Lady
In 1981, the Soviet super-soldier Red Star crashed the wedding of Prince Charles and Diana Spencer and sealed practically the entire peerage of Britain inside St. Paul's Cathedral. Setting a bomb to end the aristocracy once and for all, he made his escape through the roof on a column of fire. It was a black day indeed, for he almost succeeded. However, the queen and the royal couple were saved when Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher shielded them with a barricade of structural beams, revealing for the first time her mastery over the powers of magnetism.

In the days that followed, while the royals recovered from their injuries, Thatcher held the nation together. Nicknamed "The Iron Lady" by the press, she declared that this would never happen again; that Britain would be safe forevermore under her firm rule. Security was increased to unprecidented levels.  She saw laws passed that demanded all powered people in the UK must serve the government or face exile or imprisonment. Thatcher herself faced the most powerful opponents, wrapping herself in steel armor and her opponents in cocoons of metal. Year after year, freedoms were traded for security. By the year 2000, the United Kingdom had become unrecognizable.

Well into her fourth decade as Prime Minister, the Iron Lady showed no signs of slowing down. No one had seen her in the flesh for many years, but the sight of her imposing armor suit hovering above the rooftops became a common one. Then the message arrived: the entire multiverse was in danger. The Iron Lady didn't hesitate. She crossed through the mist portal and joined the battle against Oblivaeon, the greatest foe of all.

Oblivaeon fell. But in that moment of triumph, the mist portals vanished. The Iron Lady was trapped in a world not her own, and days turned to months with no clues as to how she might return to her own world. She learned that her counterpart in this alternate universe had died long before, a mere mortal lacking the superpowers that maintained her vitality. Still, Britain was Britain. She offered the people of this new world the safety she had secured for her own, but they rejected her -- called her fascist, villain, evil! And so the Iron Lady stepped forth to show these... children the error of their ways. She would preserve Britannia, whether the people of the nation liked it or not!

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Villain of the Day:  May 31  (Dr. Melody Stinson)

As OblivAeon fell and the cosmos merged into but two timelines, so many survivors of the cosmic conflagration emerged in a world they never knew, with subtle (sometimes imperceptible) differences from their own reality.

Dr. Melody Stinson is one such temporal refugee, though the cosmos may have truly been better off had she died along with the rest of her universe.

One of the founding members of the Reuben-Eakendall Laboratories, Dr. Stinson had been one of the most brilliant minds in her world's history.  While she started her scientific tenure as a particle physicist, she quickly began branching into astrophysics, mechanical engineering, biophysics, and molecular chemistry.  However, time and again, her contributions to the field of science were overlooked by her overwhelmingly white male counterparts.  After four years at REL, Stinson broke off to found her own think-tank:  the Center for Research, Experimentation, Technology and Innovation. 

While many in her world viewed Stinson as something of a techological celebrity--a person whom modern life would not exist without--the reality was much more harrowing.  Stinson had become obsessed with knowledge and advancement.  She envisioned a world in which science could advance without the shackles of ethical restraint, without the stigma of discrimination and anti-intellectualism.  And, whatever their reasons, her message resonated within the scientific community.

Within three years, Stinson had attracted the most brilliant minds in science and technology--particularly focusing on those the scientific establishment had left behind or neglected.  Stinson often made a point of personally contacting recruits, especially those in underserved minorities.  Within five years, Stinson's succeess allowed her to purchase REL's facilities out from under them.  As she sat in on REL's introductory board meeting, she couldn't help but smile as she proceeded to liquidate all of REL's assets, patents, and equipment, selling the overwhelming majority to herself, as majority shareholder of CRETIN.

Stinson's carte-blanche approach to science led her to numerous dealings within the criminal underworld, purchasing materials on the black market, hiring human traffickers to 'acquire' individuals for experimental trials, and several other blind spots in criminal dealings.  Each time, she equivocated, those actions led to some great advancement in her world's science.  Strip mining for rare earth metals led directly to an inorganic teleportation device, which revolutionized her world's shipping and logistics.  Experiments conducted on abducted latin-x refugees led directly to the eradication of many genetic abnormalities and the formation of a cancer vaccine with over 80% efficacy.

Dr. Stinson's world died in flames.  She, naturally, had contingency plans.  Escaping through a trans-dimensional gateway--the prototype of which was designed by one of her employees, Dr. Eliot Marklund--she arrived in this realm just in time to witness the fall of OblivAeon.

However, Melody Stinson is hardly one to mourn.  Ever the pragmatist, she has already begun assembling the core of a new CRETIN, recruiting individuals known to bend the rules in the name of scientific progress.  And soon, she will have a new world to drag screaming into the future.

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With that, we reach the end of Mechanical May!

Starting tomorrow, we begin Homage-June:  all of our villains will be direct variations on (and share a name with) a figure from history, antiquity, literature, film, or some other media.  

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With Mechanical May at an end, we say hello to Homage-June!  All of our villains for June will be a new riff on someone from antiquity, history, literature, film, or some other media.

However, Homage-June comes with an announcement:  for the first time since starting the Villain of the Day thread, I'll be taking a few days off.  I'll be attending the Origins Game Fair from Tuesday, June 12 through Sunday, June 17.  As such, there will be no Villains during those days.  After our Monday, June 11th villain, Villain of the Day will return on Monday, June 18th, once I'm back home.  Thanks!

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Villain of the Day:  June 1 (The White Rabbit)

Ellen Carroll was practically born into the drug trade.  As a teenager in inner-city Rook City, she started as a user:  marijuana and ecstacy to star, followed by the occasional binges into harder things.  However, after spending a stint dating her dealer--Jerry, the brother of one Randy Burke--she started dealing out drugs herself, starting as a street pusher, then becoming a noted distributor for The Organization.  After Jerry died of an overdose, however, Ellen started looking into other options on the streets.  With The Chairman's sanction, she recruited a legion of chemists and pharmacists, developing the newest, the most addictive, and the "safest" options for their customers.

However, with Dark Watch roaming the streets, Ellen knew that she needed some kind of defense to keep her operations free of interfering martial artists, mystic investigators, and gun-toting vigilantes.  On her own--without The Chairman's consent or knowledge--she had her legion of manufacturers begin working on a series of hallucinogens and other weaponized chemicals, capable of use in a hand-to-hand combat situation.  Within a month, she had a veritable arsenal of drug-based weapons at her disposal:  wrist-mounted injectors capable of causing seizures, gas grenades that caused hallucinations, terror-inducing liquid sprays, and more.

By this point though, Chairman Pike was well and truly tipped off.  He called Ellen into his office--somewhere she'd never been and never hoped to go--and bade her sit down.  Shaking, she complied.  Pike smiled, "You're ambitious...you sell well...you provide such a vital service.  But your lack of faith in my ability to provide defense against the likes of The Wraith and Expatriette shows me that you haven't bought in.  That shouldn't be a problem..."

Ellen was given an ultimatum:  turn in her various devices to The Chairman and get back to work, or keep her devices and prepare an uncermonious end.  Ellen, however, chose a third option:  that very night, she vanished, taking her devices, her recipes, and a semi-truckload of raw materials with her.  Within the month, The White Rabbit was back on the scene, producing high-end hallucinogenics and narcotics for the world's elite.  On the few occasions where heroes have encountered her, Ellen has fully embraced her "Through the Looking Glass" aesthetic, dressed in a motley top-and-tails, a gold pocketwatch, and the ubiquitous striped top hat, with her various weapons and defense mechanisms built into her kevlar-lined costume.

Today, The White Rabbit's influence over the global drug trade has grown significantly, with her illicit sales sitting at #6 worldwide.  While she actively avoids working within Rook City--"a professional courtesy to my former employer", says Ellen--The White Rabbit has begun making inroads into Megalopolis and several other cities.  The recent influx of "Black Absinthe" into Megalopolis, particularly, was directliy attributed to the creations of The White Rabbit and her underlings.  The Chairman, however, views The White Rabbit's presence as an absolute affront to his power and actively takes steps to usurp her power where possible.  However, Chairman Pike's efforts always seem to be just a touch late, as The White Rabbit is always a step ahead...

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Villain of the Day:  June 2 (Donatien Alphonse Francois, the Marquis de Sade)

The Revolution raged across France.  The Bastille had fallen, the monarchy was cast down, and The Marquis de Sade, Donatien Alphonse Francois had finally been released from the asylum at Charenton.  What would become his most seminal work, The 120 Days of Sodom, was nearly complete, and he would shortly find himself named to the National Convention.  

Would that Robespierre's guillotine had fallen upon de Sade, the world would have been spared a villain that has echoed through the ages.  While many view de Sade as little more than a libertine and something of a sexual deviant, the truth behind the Marquis is so much more dire.

In his earliest experimentations in the late 1700s, the Marquis de Sade found something call to him during his debauched sessions.  He found that, within the act of inflicting or receiving pain, his body became charged with a powerful arcane energy.  While others--notably Countess Bathory--would recognize this as a variant of blood magic, others, such as Charles Fort, referred to it as 'orgone'.  Orgone energy serves as a reservoir of arcane power, capable of shaping reality and effecting tangible change upon the universe.  Within his second book, Justine, the Marquis began to document his experiments in the arcane, encoding his findings using the techniques once perfected by the sorcerer George Monck, the 1st Duke of Albemarle.

Over the remainder of his life, the Marquis continued his exploration of pain-based magics, escaping from the clutches of Robespierre and, later, Napoleon.  While he was 'remanded' to the asylum at Charenton, Napoleon and his courtiers hardly knew that the Marquis had transformed the asylum into a temple of the flesh, devoted completely to the acquisition and usage of blood-orgone energy.  Napoleon's soldiers raided Charenton in 1814, whereupon the Marquis was believed dead....though the sorcerer had shaped the flesh of a manservant to resemble his own, while the Marquis made his escape to Italy.

Since that day, the Marquis de Sade has wandered the world, establishing dens of iniquity across the world, inducting person after person into an inner circle of followers.  While he has faced opposition from Countess Bathory at times--to say nothing of conservative groups, more afraid of brazen sexuality than that of the real threat of blood sorcery--the Marquis de Sade has managed to elude the ancient vampire time after time.  What he seeks through blood-orgone magicks is still unknown, though his methods are brutal beyond measure...

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Now that's some good research! :D

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Well, by day I'm a prospect researcher, so I do have some degree of practice. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Villain of the Day:  June 3 (Staurakios the Usurper)

The year is 781.  Irene, ruler of the Byzantine Empire as regent for her infant son Constantine VI, appoints Staurakios, a eunuch servant as her foreign minister.  While already instilled as 'patrikios'--a higih court appointment--Irene saw this as a way to solidify power amongst the eunuchs of the empire while focusing on the coup attempts that already threatened her short reign.  For seven long years, Staurakios traveled the empire, building alliances and crushing foes, bringing glory to mighty Byzantium.

Staurakios, however, built these alliances upon a foundation of lies and manipulation.

As Constantine VI grew to age, the young ruler and his mother quickly came into conflict.  Constantine was jealous of the power held by Staurakios and the other eunuch officials, while Irene was reticent to give up the power she had gathered over the years.  As civil war raged against the empire, Staurakios was captured by the soldiers of Constantine's Armeniac Theme, where he was flogged, scalped, and left for dead on an island in the Mediterranean.

What none expected was a cold, ragged Staurakios to return, leading Irene's forces into the palace at Byzantium, capturing Constantine, and driving his talon-like fingers into the young emperor's eyes.  Staurakios dragged the young emperor to the highest parapet of the palace and drove a spear through Constantine's lower abdomen, pinning him to the floor of the tower.  Constantine screamed until he lost his voice, slowly bleeding out over the next three hours.

Even Irene could not brook this madness.  While she expected the death of soldiers, the death of her only son was a bridge too far.  She ordered her soldiers to capture Staurakios, but the creature that he had become was like something out of a nightmare.  His flesh resisted their spears and arrows, he flung seasoned veterans aside with ease, and he sprinted out of the palace with the swiftness of a racing horse.

In truth, Staurakios' hate and malice had turned him into something beyond human.  If he died upon that island, he had become something more, something hateful, something evil.  Staurakios has surfaced a number of times since those far-flung days, often restricting his attempts to conquer areas in Eastern Europe and the Middle East.  During the middle ages, he took the name Vlad Tepes, taking back Wallachia from John Hunyadi.  In the 20th century, he posed as a monastic and spirtualist, growing close to the Russian royal family, before betraying them to revolutionaries.

Today, Staurakios has turned his attention to a new portion of the world.  The Americans have become the new empire, stretching their influence across the world.  This, truly, cannot be allowed to stand.  Empires fall, and Staurakios the Usurper tears down empires.

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Okay, but he was Vlad the Impaler and Rasputin? XD Amazing.

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Villain of the Day:  June 4th (Mister Darcy)

The sudden death of heiress Katherine Hutchinson, Duchess of Westfarthing was beyond shocking to her family and friends.  The truth behind her death, however?  Far more shocking than her death itself.

Duchess Hutchinson was one of the worlds' most eligable bachelorettes, galavanting along the party circuit, drinking with Hollywood celebrities, and enjoying feature after feature in the tabloid magazines.  When she started dating an unknown person, named Eric Darcy Tufts, the blogosphere went berserk trying to find out who the enigmatic Mister Tufts truly is.  They met with limited success at best; more often, they found a nothing but a stone wall.

Why?  Because Eric Tufts never existed.  Nor had Stephen Ladnier, the roguish charmer who had seduced his way into the bedroom of San Alonzo starlet Josephine Thomas before her tragic overdose.  Nor had Carl Evslin, the mystery man who had stolen the heart of Consuela Vee, just before the heartbreaking DUI accident that led to her death.

Rather, the mystery man calling himself Mister Darcy floats from wealthy woman to wealthy woman, entering their good graces, and finding their way into their wallet and home.  Then, once his access to their fortune is unfettered, this "black widower" finds some method to arrange the death of his new paramour, disappearing once more with several million more in his bank account and a spring in his step.

It is still unknown whether Mister Darcy has any degree of metahuman ability.  Those who have managed to corner him have made mention that Darcy simply oozes charisma and charm, though this may simply be a natural je-ne-sais-quoi, though others have postulated that he exudes some mind-altering force capable of charming or otherwise persuading anyone subjected to that force into an unnatural calm.  Darcy is further known to be an outstanding fencer, capable of fending off even the likes of Mister Fixer (not defeating, as Sensei Walker points out) with naught but a fireplace poker.

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"Are you a robot?"

Catherane Andrade, junior developer, was always incensed whenever she saw that question.  It was like asking a child if they stole the cookie.  Of course they were going to say "no."

And the robots were real, Catherane had no doubt.  There were those rare robots with integrity, like Omnitron, whom she had some grudging respect for.  She wasn't sure if Omnitron was really the hero it claimed to be, but at least it wasn't sneaking around in human guise like all the others.

And there were so many others!  That weird guy who always hung out on the corner?  Robot.  The lady who worked at the corner store, with the lazy eye, who always looked disapprovingly at her when she bought that second carton of cigarettes?  Definitely a robot.  And all those politicians, who clearly just wanted people to be able to kill each other in the streets?  How could they be anything but robots?  Of course, the worst ones were the ones who worked in the tech companies, who hypocriticically claimed to help people identify robots while simultaneously putting their compatriots in charge of transportation, the economy, and ultimately the military.

Eventually Catherane decided enough was enough.  A friend she met online hooked her up with someone called "Ray," who was happy to take most of her life savings off her hands in exchange for an array of actually effective robot detection tools and a modest but effective anti-robot arsenal.  Of course, the weapons were equally effective against humans, and Catherane couldn't usually hang around after a kill to dig through the carnage for the confirmatory evidence.  Besides, she didn't have to.  She knew what she knew.

Concealing her online identity with several layers of proxies and false credentials, she would log on to the online forums of the so-called "conspiracy theorists" lurking in plain sight on the internet, to post just enough evidence to prove she did it.  She set up accounts on various crowdfunding services, which her growing number of followers contributed to--not a vast fortune, but enough to keep her operations afloat.  Every once in a while she'd get an especially large donation along with a body of evidence proving the identity of another robot in hiding, and she couldn't be happier to put that target at the top of her list.

Eventually Catherane realized her exploits had gone beyond the level of the mere "hobby" she'd thought of her project as--she was a true vigilante.  Maybe even a hero, though she'd wait for others to award her that label.  She could be modest.  But she needed a code name for anyone to take her seriously.

Embracing the irony, Catherane called herself CAPTCHA.  Let the "robots" beware.

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Villain of the Day:  June 5 (Black Stephen the Conquistador)

Esteban de Dorantes--known as Black Stephen to some--was one of the foremost guides for the Spanish conquistadors in the mid-16th Century.  For years, Estevanico led expeditions across the Floridian peninsula, up through what is now modern-day Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico, and all throughout Mexico.  Despite his Muslim upbringing, he was viewed as one of Catholic Spain's most indispensible explorers and survivors, known across the continent for his flashing cutlass and his penchant for wearing animal hides and other talismans while in the wild.

In 1539, Estevanico first heard of the Seven Cities of Cibola, a ring of magically hidden cities filled with wealth beyond measure.  The local Zuni tribesmen warned Estevanico and his group to leave the cities well enough alone, and that any who dared breach their vaults would be cursed with everything they had ever wanted.

Dreaming of mounds of gold and gems, Estevanico paid the Zuni no heed.  Not two days later, he led an expedition of twelve Spainiards deep into the Yucatan jungles.  

Estevanico and his comrade, Friar Marcos de Niza, were the only two of that expedition to lay eyes on the fabled Seven Cities.  Glittering and gleaming, their emerald spires rose above the jungle with the promise of wealth untold.  As Friar Marcos stood agape, Estevanico slowly drew his cutlass, beheading the friar with a single blow.  Alone, he descended into Cibola, practically dancing across the gilded cobblestones.

Estevanico emerged that day with wealth beyond measure, though as he filled his bags with gold statuary, fist-sized gemstones, and more, each piece of wealth that he found was simply not enough.  No gem was perfect enough, no gold pure enough.  There had to be something better.  Infuriated, Estevanico left Cibola empty handed, with the city disappearing into the jungle once more.

Since that day, Black Stephen the Conquistador still wanders the world, ever in search of more and more perfect treasures.  While he has adapted to the times--he uses modern firearms and equipment, and often keeps "things of use" from the various lost civilizations he has plundered--his lust and greed for treasure has never been sated.  Estevanico has been sighted in Atlantis, in Tibet (presumably in search of the Temple of Zhu Long), the Tomb of Anubis, and even in more far-flung locales.  Each time, he plunders the locale, picking out the greatest, most beautiful, and most powerful relics...only to discard them as his curse pushes him to search out something more.

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Villain of the Day:  June 6 (Ronnie RayGun)

The year is 1983.  The Cold War continues to simmer, Dexy's Midnight Runners belt out their one and only hit on every radio station, and Ronald Reagan's special security council has assembled in the vaults below the Pentagon.  Reagan's "Strategic Defense Initiative", despite the public perception of absurdity, has already begun, courtesy of another universe.

As Vice President George H.W. Bush, Secretary of State George Schultz, and Lieutenant General Daniel O. Graham debated the merits of a space-based defense system, President Reagan introduced....himself.

Claiming to hail from another dimension, Ronnie Raygun claimed to have joined a special branch of the United States military designed to counter alien threats across the cosmos.  This intergalactic FILTER had provided Raygun with a faster-than-light spacecraft capable of wormhole-based travel, a bevy of prototype weapons and armaments, and a crack team of the most hard-nosed, lethal troops culled from all branches of the military.  Proudly clapping a hand on his interdimensional double's shoulder, Reagan proudly declared Raygun to be the United States' best new defense against the threats of alien invasion.  With overwhelming support, Reagan's SDI program was launched in a manner that not even the most astute political, scientific, and military minds could have ever seen.

Since 1983, Ronnie Raygun and his troops have criss-cross the galaxy hunting down threats to the American way of life across the cosmos.  Unfortunately, though, Ronnie has little to no real grasp of the nuances involved in interstellar politics.  Rather, he often bursts in, guns-a'blazing, preferring to wipe out the leadership of any alien threat.  Barring that, Raygun takes on the age-old tactic of aiding insurgents and rebels, destabilizing existing galactic power structures and toppling centuries-old governments, regardless of their actual threat level to Earth.

Ronnie Raygun and his recruits continue to galavant across the galaxy, leaving a wake of bodies and chaos in their wake.  It may only be a matter of time before an alien race seeks retaliation against a version of Ronald Reagan that few ever knew existed...

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Hey, my computer broke and I've been without one for the past couple of weeks, but I'm back. A few things:

I'm a little confused. I'm assuming the unconscious girl is the real Zivanka, but then who, or what, is Queen Killer, and how can she exist after Zivanka is dead?

That's not true. Defeating OblivAeon is what saved the multiverse, not destroyed it. The reason universe-displaced folk can't go back home is because without OblivAeon, the timelines are once again cut off from each other and there's no other way to travel between them.

Shoot! I could've saved my Midas character for this! Oh well, I have another villain I intended to write for Mechanical May before the aforementioned loss of computer, so this balances it out I guess.

I'ma start writing her now.