Cranial Failure Recovery

This is an automated news broadcast from your friends at Lunar Anomaly L42.

The Overlord has regained consciousness today for the first time since he suffered a Massive Cranial Failure upon the death of his brain. However, when doctors tried to assess the extent of the damage by asking if he could remember his name, The Overlord was reported to have said "I am...THE BATMAN!"  and demanded that his utility belt be returned to him. When told he was not "Batman", The Overlord responded by breaking the doctor's nose. The Overlord has since spent four hours running down corridors insisting that he is "The Batman" to anyone who will listen, has tried to jump out of at least three windows, and has now taken to clinging to the light fixtures. All attempts by the orderlies to remove him from the ceiling have failed. Their current plan of action involves prodding at him with a broom. He has demanded that he be allowed to bring "The Joker" to justice.

On a completely unrelated note: All clowns are required to report to the nearest checkpoint for "inspection."

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Massive Cranial Failure.

The police standoff with The Overlord's rogue brain came to an end this morning, when police ordered snipers to fire on the brain. The brain's death was confirmed at 9:45AM. Upon the brain's death The Overlord, who was giving the commencement speech for his pancake breakfast, was reported to have said "ARGLEBARGLEGARGLEHHHHUUUUUuuUuuUuUuuuUUuUUUuuuuuuuRRrRRRRrRrRrrrRrrrrRrr...RRrrRRRrRrrrR...rrrrrRrrrrr...rrr...Rrr...rrrrrrDERP." before collapsing into a pile of radioactive pancakes. He twitched for several minutes before coming to a rest. The pancake breakfast was a rousing success.

News Update #2

Greetings, people of Earth! This is your overlord speaking, fully recovered from the recent petting zoo incident. I assure you that the incident will not be repeated, as appropriate containment procedures have been put in place. Namely, signs have been erected to inform both personnel and tourists not to taunt the bunnies.  It won't happen again.
*red alert*
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Ahem.
I would like to inform you that The Moonbase will be hosting a breakfast tomorrow morning. Of special interest will be fresh pancakes made right in the heart of one of my nuclear reactors. Remember, the green glow just means I love you!

Now for an automated news update from your friends at Lunar Anomaly L42.

The standoff between The Overlord's brain and Mexico's police force continues, however the brain has released the hostages under the police threat of drinking a milkshake too fast. In the past few hours the brain has engaged police in several short-lived firefights. Three officers have been wounded, and the brain claims to have enough guns, ammo, and caffeine to resist arrest indefinitely.

One of the experts dispatched to investigate the recent surplus of pink tutus has been found. He was discovered hiding in the storeroom of a hat shop in London, and his discovery was promptly relayed to The Overlord. When the recovery team arrived on the scene they inquired as to how he had gotten from the United States to England in the first place, to which he reportedly responded "So much frill!" before slipping into a coma. He has been transferred to Lunar Anomaly L42 for further analysis. When asked for comment, The Overlord had this to say: "It's all hoopy here, man. Positively hoopy. No problems at all." Shortly thereafter is was discovered that the person asked for comment was not, in fact, The Overlord.

News Update #1

This is an automated news broadcast brought to you by your friends at Lunar Anomaly L42.

The Overlord's rogue brain's reign of terror may at last be coming to an end. The brain was identified crossing the border from Guatemala into Mexico earlier today, driving a tie-dye Pontiac Firebird. However, the brain has thus far eluded capture. Both Earth and Moon based authorities are reported to be engaging the brain in a high-speed chase. Citizens are advised to avoid eating ice cream until such time as the situation has been resolved.

The team of experts dispatched to investigate the surplus of pink tutus is still missing. New information will be provided to the public as it is acquired.

Breaking News: This just in. The high-speed pursuit of The Overlord's brain has just come to end. The brain abandoned its vehicle and has barricaded itself inside an office building with several hostages. It is threatening to shoot the hostages unless police provide it with a good night's sleep followed by rational discourse. Police are refusing to give in to its demands. The Overlord was unavailable to comment as he is recovering from injuries sustained in yesterday's petting zoo incident. Updates will be provided as the situation unfolds.

Emergency News Broadcast

This is a live emergency broadcast from your friends at Lunar Anomaly L42.

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Ho...on......j....a.....se....
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Percussive maintenance...works every time...
Greetings, people of Earth! This is your overlord speaking.
*red alert*
It is my duty here today to inform you that-
*loud banging against metal door*
Oh god...The bunnies...THE BUNNIES! OH MY GO-
*visual cuts out*
*blood-curdling screaming*
*static*
*elevator music*

This is an automated message from your friends at Lunar Anomaly L42. We would like to assure you that the situation is entirely under control and your scheduled programming will return shortly. Until then, please enjoy this automated news broadcast.

At the last report, The Overlord's brain was still running loose in Guatemala. The brain was last seen driving a lime green Ford Mustang, believed to have been carjacked from a one-eyed nun suffering from dwarfism. Citizens are advised to remain indoors until such time as the situation has been resolved.

In other news, Farmers are reporting an unexplained surplus of pink tutus being sold in local shoe shops. The Overlord has dispatched a team of experts to investigate this phenomenon. The team of experts has not been heard from since. A full report on this matter will be released to the public as soon as the experts are found.

*Live broadcast returns. Visual is spattered in blood.*
For the love of god, whatever you do, do not, under any circumstances, do not cl-
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That damn nuclear fireball...

Citizens, it is my duty today to inform you that your Overlord's brain is not working properly. As such, I am having difficulty in providing your daily dose of Overlordiness. It's that damned nuclear fireball that you people call "The Sun." I've been seeing entirely too much of it lately. You see, my dear subjects, your Overlord is naturally a nocturnal creature. Always has been, and likely always will be. However, due to some rather nasty mishaps with temporal relastatics, lately I have found myself on a sleep schedule that you people might call "normal" or, more precisely, diurnal. Unfortunately, while my body may believe it has been appropriately recharged after wasting a perfectly good night with restless sleep and awaking in the ungodly morning hours, my brain knows better. My brain knows that it is outside of its designated functioning parameters, and has thus gone on strike. It has hidden itself away somewhere in Guatemala and refuses to return to work. I've assured it that I'm trying to restore it to its preferred nighttime schedule, but it insists it has a good union now, and won't return to work until I have restored its working conditions. It has also demanded a pay raise. In the spirit of maintaining my authority, I have refused to give in to its demands and have been attempting to replace it with an artificial brain fueled entirely by a mild chemical stimulant known to you as "caffeine." Unfortunately, since I do not have my brain to utilize in the devising of an artificial replacement, my efforts have thus far been unsuccessful. However, I have discovered some rather alarming things about fish.

About the icecaps...

It has come to my attention that many of my subjects are concerned with the melting of the icecaps. Now, my friends, come and listen close, for there is something I must tell you all about global warming. It is your Overlord's doing. I know, I know, you've been running around worried about your cars and pollution and the like, but I assure you that I am the real cause. "But why, Mr. Overlord, sir?" you ask. Let me tell you...

One day, many years ago, when I was but a wee little tyrant, I was strolling down the street, just innocently enjoying the smell of napalm on the air, when I was accosted by a stranger in an alley. Yes children, someone once dared to raise a finger against the beloved Overlord. Strange, but true. As I felt the gun being pressed against my back I assured my assailant that I hadn't any money on me, but was met only with agitated squawking. Confused by such an unintelligible response, I turned to face the brigand, but my sudden movement earned me only a bullet in the knee. However, as my sight faded from the pain, I saw clearly my attacker. I gazed upon the frightening visage of that most horrid of predatory beasts. A penguin. I had been shot by a penguin. From that day forth I knew the true nature of those most evil of arctic fowl. They are cruel and heartless things. And now you know the truth, my loyal subjects. It is not only for my own revenge that I must melt the icecaps, however. Heaven forbid the penguin menace should ever rise up from the arctic wastes and march on your homelands. So I hope you understand, that it is for your own safety that I must heat the atmosphere until such time as the poles are no more.

Holy Hell...

It's a blog. I can't believe I have a blog. This isn't right. You know, I'm just going to forget that I even have this in the space of about a month...I'm not getting off on the right foot am I? Right...

Let me start over properly...

Greetings, people of Earth! This is your favorite evil overlord speaking. If I am not your favorite evil overlord, the zombie-cyborgs will be along shortly to adjust your perspective. It's true, my loyal subjects! It is I, speaking to you live from my throne room here in Lunar Anomaly L42. Well, not so much speaking, as typing...and not so much live either, really...It is, however, from the Moon! I assure you that that much, at least, is true. Has my propaganda machine ever lied to you? I thought not. Now, you might be asking yourself "What could our glorious Overlord ever want with a blog?" Well, I'll tell you. The truth is that the Moon can be dreadfully boring sometimes, and everybody else seemed to be doing it. So, I bandwagon'd. Yes, bandwagon is a verb now. Shut up. As for what I intend to post here, that remains to be seen. After all, I haven't done anything in a bloggish vein since those ramblings that plagued Thursday mornings way back when. I'm sure whatever appears here will fascinate scholars for many thousands of years to come. Some days you may find me opinionated. Other days The Overlord may just need a place to ramble or maybe to vent. I imagine that most of the time this will be used as a platform to inform you of my most recent scientific advances in the field of exploding mangoes.  Expect random. Expect silly. Expect most posts to be shorter than this. And most importantly, always expect the zombie apocalypse.