Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-5354667-20140720164201/@comment-24108228-20140721203438

''That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but sure, I'm an evil supervillan now. Guess it could work.''

''Also, could we add to the list that italics means an out of character comment/statement? It does make things a lot simpler.''

Meanwhile, back at the plateau tribe, Banana was horrified.

"You did what?" cried a suprised inventor (who was now also head advisor). "You were supposed to take new people, or soloists! Not attack one of the biggest tribes there is!" The plateau leader kept their adamant face, unshaken by the stories of what had happened, or Banana's scolding. "Well, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone. Get slaves and clear out land for extraction of that watchumacallit hot stuff." replied the leader of the plateau tribe. "It's called magma! And it's probably the most valuable substance in the entire world!" yelled Banana, "Anyway, it's too late to stop now. They hate us, and the canyon tribe is already starting to raise prices for their explosives. They don't trust us with it anymore. Just stop the raids, buff our defence, and let's see what we have here. Oh, and slow the slave import. From what I've seen, we have plenty, and the last thing we want is more slaves than the guards can handle."

Banana was shown to the place where the slaves were being held. He asked the plateau tribe leader to leave them alone, as he didn't want anymore damage to be done, and entered the locked room. 10 cold, hard, angry faces pointed at Banana. If it wasn't for his crossbow, he had a strong feeling they would have simultaneously attempted to rip his head off. "Ok, so we may have gotten off on the wrong foot here..." started Banana, nervously clutching their crossbow. "You killed our tribe and took us as slaves. I don't think pretending to be nice will work." replied one of the larger slaves. "I have no intention of pretending to be nice. I'm smart enough to realise that no matter what I, the tribe, or anyone does, you and your tribe will hate us. If I had my way, this wouldn't have happened. I cant change the past however, and the feeling you have towards myself and all your other captors will remain as it is." Banana stated, attempting to give a firm impression on the slaves, as the last thing they wanted was slaves that didn't do what he said. "You'll start work tomorrow. As some of you already know, your job is to provide flammable material for the steam engines." "And what if we don't?" said another slave in a defiant manner. "Then myself and my tribe will have to kill you. It's a harsh world. Don't make it any harsher for yourself." And with that, Banana went back to his workshop.

He now had a new first priority. A way of getting out of the castle as fast as possible when the magmanium tribe came in guns blazing. Flicking through their notebook, he found a machine labeled "Flight Suit". On reflection, he doubted it would fly for more than a minute, but that was plenty of time to get as far away as possible.