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PHOENIX, ARIZONAOn May 31, former professor of nuclear physics, Derek von Brotonblauch, known by the alias “Professor Apocalypse”, was gunned down, along with several of his accomplices by S.W.A.T. members of the Phoenix Police Department. The PPD had been tipped off about several bank heists and the use of “unorthodox weaponry” and laid in wait until the unsuspecting von Brotonblauch met with a fierce police offensive.

Today, The Daily Sprat received what appeared to be an automatic email a document attachment of von Brotonblauch journal entries preceding his death. Also contained in the email was the following message:

“Should you be reading this, I have been dead for more than 7 days and have fell victim to my own hubris. I ask that you think of me not as a tyrant, but as the Tyrant. With a capital T. Tyrannus Magnus. The one who would have ruled you with a mighty force powered by science! Also, please feed turtle. Professor Apocalypse”.

The following excerpts are from these journals.

March 30, 2012 – Feeling: frisky

Ah, Spring. Life begins anew, sprouting fresh frondescence and burgeoning forth the fruits of this mad genius’s unfathomable intellect. For I, Professor Apocalypse, shall make this spring such a misery that the world will long for the warmth of the winter before it. Rightful domination of Earth will fall into my rubber-gloved hands! Also, it was my brother Dave’s birthday today, but I forgot to call him. I shall send him a card that a donation to the Apocalypse Fund was made in his name.

April 19, 2012 – Feeling: corpulent

Phase II shall commence, now that I have mustered a squad of worthy henchmen. Doctor Destructor, my sociopathic lieutenant, has secured the military hardware needed to carry out my dastardly scheme, with the help of the professional assassin, Miss Ivanna. Oh, how that Russian minx proved too seductive for the American military reserve… and too deadly. Once I successfully synthesize my gunpowder-filled lobster-chinchilla prototype, the next stage shall beginbringing the world closer to its enslavement!

My porch-light has gone off again and Murmel, the pygmy house-steward, is nowhere to be found. She must have crawled into the mutant sloth pit again. It’ll take her days to fight her way out.

May 5, 2012 – Feeling: itchy

Something is off about my new laboratory assistant, Brad. He excels at the less glamorous aspects of the mad science biz: filing reports, keeping our stock of uranium cakes topped up. But he is constantly loitering in the bathroom, murmuring to himself as if there was someone else he was talking with. I’ve caught him on more than one occasion instagramming the Metabolic Radiation Machine. Disciplinary action has been takena night in the millipede coffin. It stopped the misuse of company cell phones, but made his murmuring in the bathroom more frantic. Well, it’s all about balance. He really needs to see a doctor about his ear problem—he’s always pressing his finger there.

May 17, 2012 – Feeling: saucy!

Phase II is complete! The Automatic Chinchobster Cannon is operational! No thanks to those meddling do-gooders, the Whiz-Bang Team. Curses to them and their hearts of goldI ejaculate my potent, genius-bearing sperm in their direction! But the joke is on them: while their pre-emptive strike on my split-level house may have left me with my patio furniture turned to splinters and a gaping hole the size of Sputnik in the roof, my henchmen were able to steal not one, but threedo you hear that Captain Cool Hand? THREEof their precious tachyon generators, guarded for aeons against evil, but swiftly captured during the distraction of battle.

Now I can fully power the quantum field of my tachyonic suit and keep this old heart of mine from turning into an onion. Oh, curses to you, Galactic Overlord Zarfonix of the planet Crelm, that breaking our evil pact would result in such a heinous misfortunethat my heart will turn into hamburger garnish without the power of tachyons! You are wise but cruel.

May 23, 2012 – Feeling: dickish

Phase III is at hand. With my Automatic Chinchobster Cannon and my fully-powered tachyonic super-suit, I shall unleash a great menace upon the city of Phoenix with a series of awe-inspiring bank heists.

Oh, if only Murmel could be alive to see this; but, the mutant sloths did not pay her any kindness. And it would seem Brad has disappeared, which is unfortunate as I gave the back-up files for my ultimate plans in his safe-keeping. Perhaps my pet iguanarilla ate him. Should he still be alive and of his own consciousness, he can catch up to my historic moment as I did give him the exact dates and times of each projected heist.

Soon, the glorious final phases will be at hand. When the funds are acquired from my successful robberies, my suburban lair shall be converted from its gypsum board and stucco to a steel and ebony fortressnot only will it be a monument of my vast intellect but a conduit of galactic power which will make me an unstoppable force! Not even Captain Cool Hand and his Whiz-Bang Team can stop me! I have the building permits!

[This was the final entry of von Brotonblauch’s journal. Von Brotonblauch’s body will be interned at the Arlington National Cemetary of Supervillainy alongside Colonel Vengeance, Grand Master Misfortune, and Richard Nixon.]

M. Scott Caldwell is The Daily Sprat’s resident henchmen psychology expert. He’s also a cheesemaker on the side.

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