Muwahahahaha.

[Pretty Kitty]

We thought there should be an Evil Laughter Contest, and that the Evil Overlords room might be a good place to put it.

What do you folks think?

[Kitsune Hazard]

Do we know who's doing the evil overlord's room at all? I know that Jeff had said something to Bakeneko about room decorations and what not in a cryptic at best text message...

[The Bakeneko]

I think it's going to be us. I got an email from Jeff telling me to get in touch with him, so I'll see if I can't find out whats going on.

[Pretty Kitty]

Gen, from Psych Corp is the head of the tribe. But we are trying to recruit other folks (like you two *smiles*) to help plan events and decor and such for the room, since she is also a performer.

[Kitsune Hazard]

Well we're always game for helping out however we can....and in ways we can't but manage to anyways some how.

[The Shadow Queen]

Evil Laughter contest sounds awesome. Perhaps also there could be an Evil Job Interview booth where people can adlib nightmare/henchman job interviews? Either there could be two people each round (Employer and applicant) or just evil employers with a shadow puppet applicant..

For instance:

Employer: So Mr. Randall, tell me a little about your work experience.
Mr. Randall: Well [blah blah]--
Employer (interrupting): ..Excuse me, Mr. Randall. I have just come to the disturbing realization that you are not---[trails off as if this is temporarily too much for him] Your shoes, Mr. Randall. I cannot see my reflection in your shoes. I was quite certain, Mr. Randall, that I specified *business attire* for this interview, DID I NOT? And your...*shoes*---are they even shoes? I can't even make out vague shapes of myself in those shoes. There is a light on the ceiling directly above you, and yet it cannot be seen in those alleged shoes of yours. Were you expecting to apply to a Taco Bell restaurant? Were you thinking of wearing absorbent material on your feet, to sop up the Tabasco sauce on the floor? Because we're not a restaurant. We are a serious MADISON AVENUE CORPORATE ESTABLISHMENT AND WE DO NOT TOLERATE UN-SHINED SHOES. We don't even use mirrors in our bathrooms anymore, Mr. Randall, because EVERY EMPLOYEE can simply look down at his shoes! And every employer can look at his employees' shoes! Do you expect me to go to the expense of purchasing a mirror in ADDITION to paying your salary? What will my colleagues think?

I'll tell you what they'll think. Nothing. Because I refuse to consider you for employment at this establishment until I can see myself in your shoes. Good day, Mr. Randall.

[Pretty Kitty]

So is this going to be part of the Henchmen Championships now?
Or was it scratched all together?