International Society of Supervillains

OUR FOUNDERS

King Oblivion, Ph.D.
As his title indicates, King Oblivion, Ph.D. has a doctorate in Nefariology from Vassar. He also holds the title of monarch of the small Eastern European nation of Madeupistan, which he overtook after winning a weeks-long rochambeau tournament. He won by throwing "apocalypse," killing everyone in attendance.
When he is not spending his time ensuring the collective poverty of his adopted nation (he is originally from Secaucus, N.J.) or writing academic papers on whether Pol Pot was really evil enough, King Oblvion, Ph.D. spends most of his time crafting humorous essays for the International Society of Supervillains World Domination Secret Plan Part #27 Web site page and kicking small kittens.
He also enjoys macrame.
He asks that all readers and minions refer to him by his full title (King Oblivion, Ph.D.) and refrain from shortened names, such as "Dr. King."

He can be reached at KingOblivionPhD@the-iss.com.

M. Tyrone Darklord
M. Tyrone is the middle child of the most recent generation of the old and fabled Darklord family. His grandfather, Phillip Darklord, was solely responsible for the Dark Ages.
In most families being the middle child would ensure an awkward life full of neglect and emotional strain. So it was in the Darklord family, but rather than hinder him these conditions helped make M. Tyrone the darkest and lordiest of the family.
M. Tyrone is a renowned tyrannical ruler and an accomplished henchmen organizer. In his early career he wrote the book on mass populace brainwashing only to later burn that book in the mass North American book burnings he organized in 1987. He accepted the soul of British author J.K. Rowling as payment for using his likeness in the popular “Harry Potter” book series. His guilty pleasures include mint chocolate chip ice cream and independent film. No one alive knows what the M. stands for.

He can be reached at MTyroneDarklord@the-iss.com.

The Villain High Council
They are the guys in charge. They sit high up behind a huge, black table in giant chairs with vultures carved into them. If you stand in front of them, you feel totally tiny and stutter a lot. They have the power to destroy you before you can even think about it.

If you have a question or comment, feel free to drop them a line at treachery@the-iss.com.

CONTRIBUTORS

Doktor Maxwell von Puppykicker the Third
Doktor Puppykicker is the current patriarch of the ancient and mysterious Puppykicker lineage, believed to be the pioneers responsible for many revered supervillain traditions, such as the army of robot henchmen, the orbital death ray, and the timeless classic “I’ll show them! I’ll show them all!" After the mysterious and unexplained death of his mentor, who was shot fifty times with a cannon that fired miniature robotic sharks, Maxwell took up his father’s mantle and began his career in supervillainy. Through a devastating combination of amazing intelligence, nigh-limitless resources, and general dickishness, Puppykicker soon became notable as one of the world’s greatest threats to global security, frequently topping the FBI’s “Most Wanted” list and appearing in the January 1992 issue of Playgirl. However, Puppykicker would later surprise the entire world by retiring from proper supervillainy, claiming, “the global situation has degraded to the point where you can’t even hold the eastern seaboard hostage with a gravity ray without fifty attractive young sadomasochists dressed as the cast of Cats lining up to punch you in the tits.” Since then, Puppykicker has devoted himself to worsening the human condition in ways that will not result in nothing but thousands of dollars worth of damaged equipment and very sore nipples. These include, but are not limited to, financing corporations that exploit foreign laborers, promoting the spread of irritating technologies like phones that allow people to talk during a movie, and reducing beloved works of fiction to single sentences, thereby ruining them for everybody.
Several people have raised questions regarding whether or not Puppykicker actually holds the title of “Doktor”. These individuals are all deceased.

He can be reached at DrPuppykicker@the-iss.com.

Lady Unpleasantries
Descended from a long line of noble malcontents, Lady Unpleasantries squandered most of her massive inheritance in poker tournaments and an unsuccessful tropical fish breeding program. The remainder of her wealth was wisely invested in diamond-smuggling ventures and the blackmail of at least seventeen European ambassadors. After murdering the remaining members of her family and their descendants, Lady Unpleasantries collected on several large life-insurance policies and has tripled her original inheritance. Now the proud owner of a marginally-successful tropical fish breeding business, she divides her time between her European estates and the blood-stained basement of an abandoned warehouse in upstate New York. Her hobbies include hurling diamond-tipped darts at the portraits of her departed relatives, feeding angelfish and small children to her piranaccuda, and tinkering with the genetic makeup of civilians she finds loitering in her parking lot.

She can be reached at LadyUnpleasantries@the-iss.com.

The Indomitable Professor Universe
While giving a lecture at St. Julien's Medical University, Professor Universe (his real name) was stricken with a strange and heretofore unidentified malady, and died on the Operating Theatre floor...for a while, at least. Not long after the funeral his grave was found desecrated, his casket empty. Some believed his grave robbed by four unruly students he expelled the previous year. Still others believed something far more sinister: he had undone the cosmos itself; Professor Universe had discovered the cure for Death. It is whispered among the students at St. Julien's that Professor Universe still dwells the labyrinthine bowels of the University, carrying out his grim and macabre experiments. Indeed, Thanatos holds no dominion over him.
He no longer holds office hours.

He can be reached at ProfessorUniverse@the-iss.com.

Darth Obvius
Darth Obvius, Dark Lord of the Nether Regions (he hates it when people laugh at that), was kicked out of the Galactic Empire for being too evil following the Bantha Poo Incident. Currently orbits the planet Loser (pronounced Loh-sehr) in his giant Death Satellite--he was going to call it something cooler, but some other Darth in a funny helmet beat him to the Evil Patents Office--and is catered to his every whim by a staff of clone lackeys, whom he kills whenever they displease him, or if he just feels like it. From there he rules Sector 665.5 with an iron fist inside an iron glove and hes also an idiot Ignore that. A rebellious lackey wrote it. He has been dealt with. Permanently. Cackle cackle.
Where was I? Oh yes. --And spends his free time writing articles for a comedy website and practicing his mastery of the Force. So far he is able to use it only to create anchovy pizzas out of thin air. Darth Obvius does not like anchovies. This depresses him.

He can be reached at DarthObvius@the-iss.com.

Reverend Rogue
Many years ago, the Right Honorable Reverend R. Rogue was a traveling Judge/Reverend who traveled the American Southwest and helped to bring justice to small mining towns. His name was known for miles around as a man of peace, who would do everything in his power to right the wrongs done by the criminal community. However, after a time, the Reverend became dissatisfied with this lifestyle...and made a deal with the devil that would give him eternal life...in return for doing the bidding of hell here on earth! His list of many accomplishments include telemarketers, email spam, spybots, Tom Green's career, and both terms of George W. Bush.
Since then, the Reverend has set his goals even higher, not the least of which is complete World domination! Or, at the very least, cause as much hate and discontent as humanly possible. Being devious and clever, the Rev. usually befriends his victims before destroying them. Usually seen with his Right hand woman, Sister Chaos, the Reverend can usually be found enjoying a few of his hobbies...Such as smuggling Americans into Mexico, selling babies to Angelina Jolie, and looking for a way to start a coup and become the new figure head of the ISS.
The Reverend also likes kittens. They're crunchy.

He can be reached at RevRogue@the-iss.com.

Flywingedmonkey
As shocking as it may seem for one now wanted in 19 different countries, the man now known as the Flywingedmonkey actually started his career as a festively themed Superhero- the Legendary Mister Christmas. However after dismissal from the League of Heroes for excessive violence, drinking and refusing to fight crime 364 days of the year the Legendary Mister Christmas became despondent and started to wander the streets.
It was here, drunk on egg nog and cursing all the heroes in the world that he searched for meaning, for a sign. A chance stumbling into a showing of the Wizard of Oz gave him his answer: “Alshfred! I shall becomesh……that sh’thing-majiggy.”
The next few days were a haze of drink, drugs, hookers, unwise genetic experimentation, pacts with the devil and a rather intimate piercing. But in the aftermath a creature of evil looked out with (admittedly somewhat bleary and red-rimmed) new eyes. The Flywingedmonkey saw the world.
And the world did tremble.

He can be reached at Flywingedmonkey@the-iss.com.

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