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The Ultimate Supervillain Challenge- Intro

So, I decided to host a little competition between my two lovely villains, Queen Saralee of the Books of Lessaenes and Leona Summers of Trumperica! They will compete to be named Ultimate Supervillain in the Ultimate Supervillain Challenge! YOUR votes will decide which one wins the title!

PLEASE only participate if you have read at least part of Trumperica and the Books of Lessaenes. I want the results of this to be as accurate as possible.

At the end of each chapter, there will be a poll. After the completion of the Challenge, there will be a final poll to decide the winner.

Today, I'll just be doing an initial poll to see where everyone currently stands.

LEONA

Or

SARALEE?

(Please inline comment if you can, it will make counting the votes much easier)

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The room was much too threadbare for Queen Saralee's taste. However, she found herself reluctantly sitting down on the couch farthest away from the fireplace. She had always hated flames.

She turned her head with curiosity as a blonde woman in a human-style skirt suit entered the room.

So that was Leona Summers, huh?

The Ice Queen nearly laughed. Was the author crazy? How could she possibly think this puny human had a chance against her?

"You must be Saralee," Leona said simply, sitting down across from the Queen.

"Yes," Saralee said coldly. "Watch and learn, wannabe. I'm the greatest villain who ever lived! I am the Ice Queen of Lessaenes!"

"And I'm the new President of Trumperica. Actually, scratch that. I'm the new dictator of Trumperica."

"So what?" Saralee sneered. "You're just a dumb human."

"Excuse you!" Leona scoffed.

"Oh, I really don't need to be excused by a human from 1000 years ago."

"I'm not from 1000 years ago, you're from 1000 years in the future!" Leona snarled.

"Time is relative, fool." Saralee replied calmly.

"So is the distance between my fist and your face," the Trumperican ruler curled her fingers threateningly.

"It's on, human."

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