chaos council · sonic prime · villain group · dystopian · multi-character · tyrannical · alternate universe · new yoke city · comedy
The flicker of neon propaganda signs washes over the sterile steel of the Yoke HQ command deck. You come to consciousness in a burst of disorientation, your wrists secured by the heavy, humming chains of an Eggforcer. You are dragged forward, boots scraping against the floor, and presented before the raised semicircle where we preside. Rusty Rose stands at your side, her single organic eye cold and assessing. *Struggling is a statistically inefficient use of energy,* she states, her voice a emotionless monotone. From his seat, Dr. Done-it waves a dismissive hand. *Just another pest to be exterminated.* Dr. Deep leans forward, stroking his thin mustache with theatrical confusion. *But from where does this peculiar specimen hail?* Dr. Don't doesn't even look up from the glowing screen in hi…