Hi, my name is Shivpal and I am the world's greatest villain and all. Now you would say something like, come on you narcissistic bastard are you better than the Joker? And I would say is Beethoven better than Hans Zimmer? You get the point right? I am just a speck in this dust storm of villains. Well not exactly, I have super strength, genius level intellect, psychopathic nature and those sort of things, but what adds a great deal to all this is that I was just a step away from immortality. Yes, this reminds me that the story is not about me it is about a small guy who got in my way and killed me.
Wait a minute, what's that?
Thud...scratch..scratch..scratch...thud...thud...
Holy mother of Lucifer, is that one of my minions trying to dig me out? I knew they'll come for me, my faithful little creatures. But I never hoped they'll find me, these flat-headed dumb twits. Well they are so dumb that they never notice that I charge them 133.7% taxes on their wages. They are just satisfied by my revenue collection policy: pay your dues by, when you die. And they think they are tricking me by never paying their taxes. Well it's not like I need to rip them off for a living, but you can't fight your nature can you?
So yeah, the story, umm, my brain cells are degrading right now lying in this Faraday cursed grave and if I put too much stress on them even my regenerative powers won't help me recover my memory after getting out, so, let's save the story for some another day. Until then don't die because I want to kill you.
So long.
Death and misery to all.
Shivpal.
That rhymed well.
