Dude you're the villain then do some evil shit.

You sit the throne room made of gold, or was it a metal that look like gold but some cheap ass jerk that said it is and that poor excuse for a seat hugging your butt is expensive and you just have him hang for lying. You'll have him hang either way but you just want to make it earlier with some reason as a warning for others.

Nonetheless you wanted to stir some shit up, piss someone off they cry and curse you to ****, if **** have the ball to take you that is. But enough of that you're the Overlord so act like it.

A loud screeching sound can be heard as you stood up, adding evidence that this cheap ass gold look alike needs a replacement. The sound alerted your servants who scrambled to be in front and bathe in your presence.

Crap you forgot what your going to do and say, have to be cool and epic though, nothing repetitive, like burning another village or so, man you lost count how many you burned this week all because one of them thinks they are some hot shit and goes to your doorstep asking for some fair duel. But as an Overlord you never play fair, and the moment they came you have some guards beat the living daylight and toss back to where they came, or kill them and send a their bleeding head to their village or more likely some random settlement because you didn't give a flying fuck to memorize their long speeches.

Man you hate those sentences, specially if they go all religious and such, man it's like they studied and major the dang book...

One time a group of heroes from different races came to your castle demanding them to face you man to man, they you said some of you shits aren't even human, oh what a great scene, one is an archer elf who looks gorgeous by the way sadly turns out it's a guy, a dwarf who keep saying how his dick is bigger than yours or the elf, which you highly doubt, a healer who acts like a drunk after drinking an energy drink lased with vodka, she looks like the type of woman who sleeps around and spends all her money on the bar, then goes to the nearest church because she used up all her money and became a nun or something, and oh how can you forget, a hero. Some guy who ripped off every cliche from every hero story and staples it to his mind. Also the dwarf claims he has bigger dick than him too.

You don't remember the full details but it's goes like this... This isn't a hero story, it's yours and too bad for everyone your the Overlord. You sent your army at them, they lasted longer than you expected but in the end they are mortals and as you learned first hand, mortals do expire, the hero died quickly turns out they are under budget on the weapons and armor department, then the dwarf was next, he charged like a man out of hell, killing a few of your men, but in the end a well placed arrow in the knee ended his days as an adventurer, followed by more arrows that ended his life, oh by the way he lied about the size, you seen baby fingers bigger than that, the elf tried to hide in the forest dragging the healer away but you have your men set the green lush surrounding into flames, you didn't confirm their deaths only that they didn't return or another wanna be heroes ever decided to follow their footsteps after that.

"Oh great Ruler what do you need of us." An elderly voice snap you out of your flashback, putting back your train of thoughts in proper alignment.

Ah fuck what did that skeletor mage did again? You didn't think of it much, which is surprising how you managed to last this long.

"Your great master demands entertainment." You said and the servants eyed each other not knowing how to respond.

"Do you want to start the human sacrifice early our master?"

Human sacrifice? What human sacrifice did you made that? Maybe when your drunk or high on herb, or probably when your drunk and high on herbs that you mumbled something stupid and your servant just wrote it down as something important.

"No! That should only be given in my birthday." Good you thought, maybe you can stall until you made a better excuse or overrule that stupid command, if they keep killing themselves who would clean the floors, you cannot believe how much time and effort to keeping this place clean.

You eyed them again, your eyes move to a particular map in the center table as you lick your lips for your next move.