Written by BatDyke
Though Lady Farninbourgh and Sir Reginald Bucksbury had been brutally raped and left for dead, the seven moons of planet Iox kept turning, and on one of the more desolate heaps of asteroid-pummeled rock wandered Overlord the overlord. He had been temporarily kicked out, since he was a bit of a rubbish leader, and the people he lorded over had decided to try democracy instead.
He stopped at a seedy bar, ordered a disgusting cocktail that looked, smelt and probably tasted of the 16-legged barkeep's semen, and stared forlornly into the star-studded sky, pausing his train of thought only to slap a passing stripper alien on the bum. She shrieked, and he cackled evilly, though, not as evilly as he used to when he was a proper Overlord.
Galaxies away, Jesus Fuck, the king of Space, was concocting a new game to play with the unsuspecting citizens of his local space co-op...
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