Really now...

[deadly_wires]

[ By all appearances, this is a young teenage boy sitting calmly in a puddle of his own blood. Despite the fact that it's still streaming slowly down one side of his face, he doesn't seem particularly perturbed. If anything, he looks oddly comfortable in his present state of suspended undeath, but it's not as if he has much of a choice at present. ]

This is where we shall begin, is it?

[ He takes a long draw from the cigarette he's smoking and exhales slowly, letting the plume of smoke begin to drift away before speaking again. As young as he may look, his voice has all the inflection and tone of an old English gentleman.]

What will you make of this broken, expended shell, I wonder. It was never meant to last, it should not, and yet here I remain. My enemy is dead, bridges have been burned, but if I should be forced to endure this mockery of an existence, perhaps a purpose for me also remains.

Canon is Brisco County Jr.

[tess_county]

Weird, how just hearing a song from a cartoon mouse is enough to get you to get you to let me out again. I mean, she's more like Dixie than she is like me, but whatever works, I suppose. The song is catchy, I'll say that for it.

Though there weren't anyone we knew around before, and it's been even longer now than it was the last time you did this. You really think there's anyone around who even remembers our show, let alone plays from it?

I guess getting out on some memes won't be so bad, just so long as you don't go trying to get me on an actual horse. Metaphorical horse is fine, though it'll be nice to stretch my legs again.

Voice testing... kind of- can you voice test a mute? (Possible RWBY spoilers)

[neopoppins]

[Well, she can't fault the mun for trying. Even if it was probably a really stupid decision on her part. It might be entertaining in the long run, and if it does go over well, then that could mean a much needed reunion with a certain crime boss.

So by all means, mun, go about trying. She might be pleasantly surprised, who knows.

She's kind of mad about the username though.]

no comment on it being a sex game, though...

[shoutoku]

You've chosen a unique route to go down, mundane, but no matter. I will adhere to the stipulations you've given me. It's not too often a ruler follows the ruled, so do not take advantage of my courtesy.

Voicetesting. Feeling rusty (no pun intended). Canon is The Venture Bros.

[costumebusiness]

Yes... Yesssss! Ahahahahahahahahahaaaa!

[muffled villainous leitmotif playing in the distance]

Score one for the bad guys! Ah... [He flings a pointed finger outward.] HA! Finally! I knew you'd come crawling back! It's been, what -

[His voice gets that much more discordant and shrill as he practically shrieks:]

- almost three years?!

[Almost about as much time as we've had to wait for Season Six, huh? The Monarch winces at the realization.]

Okay, okay. Point taken. ...Dick.

Nevertheless! You've made the right choice, minion. I mean, god, you almost never shut up about it, so I know you're no stranger to villains. Oh, supervillains too? Fine. Sure. Whatever. But let's take this up to eleven. Say it with me: professional supervillain. Huh? Huuuuuuh? Come oooooon, I'm totally game material! Not like that total weenis from your fucking - [He throws his hands up in frustration.] - high-school dating sim or whatever!

Ah... Just think about it. No Guild. No rules. No Phantom Dickless. Just you and me, minion, in a world all our own. And together, we'll crush Dr. Venture once and for all!

[The Monarch lets out another booming maniacal laugh before a thought occurs to him.]

...Wait. He's going to be there, too. Isn't he? You wouldn't just cart me off somewhere without my archenemy, right? ...Right?