My superior, St. Germain (Kirby), and I, his number one agent, are calling out to all of you to join our elite force in St. Germain's plans for world domination. Do not be deceived by my superior's short stature or the use of his wheelchair -- he is a brilliant strategist equal to none, and you all will see his greatness! Even the likes of so-called secret agents will see as much when they are captured in St. Germain's intricate traps! Some current openings in our elite force include the positions of femme fatales, double agents, professional hitmen, and of course,
nameless minions
esteemed soldiers. Should you be foolish enough to try and ruin my superior's plans for world domination, I will personally sneak up behind you when you least suspect it and stab you with my plutonium pen -- the same pen with which I write my stories. I may be tall, but you may be surprised how well I can hide behind a street pole...
(Kirby and I were just talking about how his penchant for spilling out his strategies would make him a good Bond-type villain, so we threw around some ideas. There's certainly more to come, but we thought it'd be fun if other people jumped in with their own ideas of how they'd make good Bond-style antagonists, or sidekicks, or what-have-you.)
(Kirby and I were just talking about how his penchant for spilling out his strategies would make him a good Bond-type villain, so we threw around some ideas. There's certainly more to come, but we thought it'd be fun if other people jumped in with their own ideas of how they'd make good Bond-style antagonists, or sidekicks, or what-have-you.)
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