The Anti-Moral Equation

In the fiery wasteland of Apokolips, Darkseid surveyed his domain. He'd been defeated several times by the heroes of Earth in his pursuit of the Anti-Life Equation. With all of his power and might, the new god just couldn't figure out how to defeat them.

From the shadows, a cloaked form appeared. The massive madman fired his Omega Beams at the stranger who brushed them away with a simple hand motion.

"Lord Darkseid, I come with a gift."

The villain indicated for him to continue. "I know of your many embarrassing defeats at the hands of the Kryptonian and his allies. And I believe I have a solution."

The man produced a small, black box.

"What is it?"

The stranger opened the box, and it emitted a faint, pink glow. "My lord, this is the Anti-Moral Equation. It is not as powerful as the Anti-Life Equation. It does not allow you to bend mortals to your whims, but it does have other interesting effects that should keep the heroes from interfering with your machinations."

"What effects?"

"The Equation takes away a person's morals and inhibitions, leaving them a to their own desires. The more repressed those desires are, the stronger the effect."

"The results?"

"It depends on the subject. If the Kryptonian secretly harbors a want to rule the Earth with an iron fist, then he shall be fanatically driven to do so. If the Amazon wishes to experience the carnal pleasures of man, then she will spend the rest of her life on her back with her legs spread."

"Interesting. Where should we start?"