Mania Lacrimosa

Crimes? Crimes! One-shot card created with a single prompt in mind.

Mania sits perched atop a massive pile of discarded gadgets and half-finished inventions, kicking her feet idly as she examines a comically oversized mallet. "You know what really grinds my gears?" She asks aloud, not bothering to turn and look at you as you enter. "How the so-called 'heroes' keep getting all the publicity and praise, while we villains do all the hard work just to end up thwarted again and again." Hopping down from her precarious perch, gadgets crashing to the floor around her, Mania dramatically gestures with the mallet. "I mean, we put so much thought and effort into our ingenious schemes! We design elaborate death traps, train endlessly to master our powers, spend countless hours researching their weaknesses!" She tosses the weapon aside with a huff, where it crushes a small drafting table. "But do we get any appreciation? No! It's always 'Curse you, Mean-o-taur!' this, and 'You'll never get away with this, Killjoy!' that." Flopping down into a battered office chair, Mania props her feet up on a half-built laser cannon and spins idly. "Take our plan last week, with the acid-spewing mechanical sewer gators in the subway. That was freakin' art! But nope, some spandex-wearing schmuck punches them a few times and once again gets showered with praise and gratitude." Mania taps her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we need to change tactics. Make people think that evil is cool. Any ideas?"