Evil Genius NES

[Silv Something]

Spoiler :

I remember it like it was yesterday. Christmas Eve, 1922.

"Will you get out the mixing bowl, dear?" Mother asked, ready to make cookies.

"Of course, mummy!" I shouted, delighted at the thought of warm cookies in my belly.

"We'll need eggs, butter, sugar . . ." She paused, looking for the sugar. "We're out! I'll ride to the store to get some."

Up jumped father. "No worries, dear. Allow me."

Mother giggled her girlish laugh. "Of course not, deary. You spent the whole day chopping wood. It's the least I can do."

She tied up the horses, climbed into the sleigh, and cracked the whip, heading out into the cold snow falling from above.

I never saw her again.

Father told me later she was killed when a rider drunk on eggnog crashed into her. Ironic, I thought. Father was enjoying a cup of the stuff once mother left.

I think father was as hurt as much as I that day. It made him ever more determined to become the ruler of the world a yuletide gift-giver, and when he passed away, his determination flowed to . . . me.

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Classifieds -> Jobs in the Reykjavík Grapevine

Workers wanted at the Spirit Casino

Jobs at the newly opened Spirit Casino & Bar in Reykjavik include:
Dealers
Servers
Cooks
Bartenders
Security Personell
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Spoiler :

Eitur Barþjónn opened his copy of the Grapevine. An accomplished "mixologist" and bartender, he was interested in some new work.

But then again, maybe it was time to make use of his other talents.

A startlingly large percentage of enemies that Barþjónn had come down with strange symptoms after insulting him at his bar. Some had had what appeared to be a severe allergic reaction. Some had had suspicious convulsions for a few minutes after exiting the bar, then had died. Yes, the fact was that Barþjónn was a master of both alcohol and poisons, and had used both to get out of sticky situations.

Barþjónn contacted Mr. Vienn and arranged a meeting in one of the casino’s many back rooms.

“Hello, Mr . . .” began Vienn

“Barþjónn,” interupped Barþjónn. “Eitur Barþjónn.”

“I see you have come interested in the bartender job. I can offer it to you if you want. However, I have a special opportunity available for you.”

“Go on.”

“You see, I am in need of a man with special . . . talents, if you catch my drift.”

“I may have talents that would be of use to you.”

“Oh?” asked Vienn, sipping a glass of water.

“Yes. For instance, the glass of water you just drank will kill you in about . . .” -- he paused, looking at his watch -- “19 minutes and 32 seconds unless you give me the job.”

Vienn gagged and sputtered, gasping for air.

“You’re hired.”

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@ Milarqui- I saw that I don't get 10 free minions for the first two turns. I bought them instead.