I have a powerful backdrop in role-playing sport, especially fantasy role-playing sport, and as a contestant feature, I've traversed routes with innumerable awful friends, often in the guise of an Evil Overlord. They're habitually managing the identical types of things: trampling the peasant population; ravaging a attractive, juvenile princess; robbing and levying and in general producing life as sad as possible. It's hard not to relish their antics. (Fortunately, I've furthermore performed Evil Overlords, so I have some sense of how to face them. And have yet to have been bested by one, though I suppose that they didn't have the benefit of reading this anthology.
The notion of a register of things one might address managing should one, in detail, become an Evil Overlord has been round a long time. It's been one of the longest running antics on the Internet, forwarded by e-mail and discovered on many Web sites. Many of these registers feel on fantasy, research fiction, even secret and thriller tropes and cliche's that talk exactly and humorously to those who relish role-playing sport and books in these genres.
It's worth noting that the “Evil Overlord List” by Peter Anspach is absolutely the most well liked and broadly renowned of these registers, though by no entails the only one, neither even the first one. In the dim, dark year of 1984, a assembly of associates and I evolved a very alike register called “The Rules of Oblivion,” which took to heart such declarations as, “Take not anything for granted. That rabbit may be armed.”
For this anthology, we disputed fourteen of today's best authors to arrive up with a article about an Evil Overlord and what he or she (not all Evil Overlords are men) should address managing to defend themselves and their dark realms. Many writers, for example Esther Friesner and David Bischoff, came through with delightful tales boasting well renowned individual characteristics and proposing abounding of laughs. Others, like David Niall Wilson and Steve Roman, took a more grave approach-which has, I accept, left me marvelling what they might be contriving next.
My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexi-glass visors, not face-concealing ones. My ventilation ducts will be too little to crawl through. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be slain, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a disregarded cell of mydungeon. Shooting is not too healthy my enemies. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair after the River of Fire defended bythe Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The identical concerns to the object which is my one weakness.. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before murdering them. When I've apprehended my adversary and he states, "Look, before you murder me, will you not less than notify me what this is about?" I'll say,"No." and fire him. No, on second considered I'll fire him then state ...