163 Followers!

Exxxxcellent! As a reward for my labors in swelling my ranks and in celebration of my greatness in berating you into making new recruits for my legion of shuffling zombies, I hereby present you with another fine piece of 80s art:

It pains me to have to do that. I am a warm and fuzzy Dark Lord. Padding around the inner recesses of the Dark Tower in my pink muffy slippers, I often pause in my brooding to think fondly of the way you, my followers, bow and scrape in my presence. I genuinely appreciate the way you struggle to suppress all original and creative thoughts lest you outshine me and bear the dreadful consequences. My security forces have often commented on the way in which you love me by reporting on any thoughts of rebellion in your midst. My Eye gets misty just thinking about the way you love and (especially) fear me. I see your efforts to be good bootlicking toadies–because I see everything you are doing, all the time.

But still: imperfection must not be tolerated. So – One final warning: keep the ranks swelling with fresh recruits or I shall unleash my ultimate weapon: the Literal Rick-Roll!

That is all!