I was half-asleep, so maybe I dreamed the conversation I overheard this morning. Bob and Achmed the Clever. Bob sounded worried.

"We've got to do something, Achmed. She kept muttering 'Nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure.'"

"She was looking at those old 'I Love Lucy' episodes, wasn't she."

"Uh huh. And you know how she starts twitching when those show up."

"Still, sir, an Aliens/'I Love Lucy' crossover . . ."

"Heh. 'Lucy, I'm--urk!' No, no, it can't lead anywhere good."

The brainstorming meeting has begun. I address my lowly minions.

"It is time to voice your ideas for my new evil plot. Deimos here will write the ideas on the whiteboard and then we'll discuss."

I wait for one of my minions to voice an opinion, but they all sit there motionless.

"I'm waiting!"

Nothing, not even a twitch. I draw my sword and lop off the head of one of the minions to encourage the start of debate. To my surprise the sword shatters the minion into a pile of stone and dust. It appears all of my minions have turned to stone. I shatter the rest of my stone minions to vent a little.

"Go Deimos, there will be no notes from this meeting."

I settle down in my chair and ponder the meaning of this. Maybe it's time to put in a call to the Abyss.

Never again with the army of Frog People. It's just not worth it. Sure, it's fun to see them hopping around, landing on the townsfolk with their cool boots with the big spikes on, but then along come some punk kids with a big friggin' magnet and they all surrender. Traitors.

My own boots, spikeless and thanks be for that, slap dully against the road, as they have these last days. Of the days losses these: The big MirrorMissle launcher ... Giant Laser (and how does one look one's peers in the eye and say 'I lost my Giant Laser in a magnetically induced rain of Frog People'?), the Time Machine. Dammit, it was almost finished too.

Never mind that. Almost there now. A little while to recuperate. Figure out what to do next. They said I could show up anytime. They said I could stay as long as I want. A cab smelling of cats and hot and sour soup splashes water on me, and I don't even care enough to smite it. The Indifference Machine sings softly to itself on my hip. Smug little bastard.

A quiet but insistent clinking sound intrudes on my reverie, as The Weapon makes its thoughts known. Frell science. Especially the mad kind. It was never yours. Never where you lived. I can begin to see it's point, and my spirits begin to lift.

Sure. It'll be fun. Forget the other stuff. Saturday morning crap. My heart was never in it, anyways. A good pair of ShitKickers, an Indifference Machine, and the fabled Chain of Command. New town. New beginning. Back to basics, just like old times. What else do I really need? Well, there's food, for one thing. But that's what old friends are for. And then I smell the smoke.

I take the last corner at speed, but it turns out there's no need. I come to a stop amidst the rubble, th Chain of Command jumps into my hand, and slithers through the wreckage. All it finds is the tattered remnants of a sweatshirt that's seen better days.

"Y'know, there's some days things wouldn't go right if you paid 'em to."

After the proper preparations and setting up a circle of protection. I summon a demon from the Abyss.

The winged creature appears in the circle in a burst of flames. "For what have you dared to summon me?" The voice isn't very deep or booming.

I cross into the circle and pull off a cheap set of plastic wings and smack off the plastic horns. "You're not even a proper demon."

The creature sighs, "Okay you got me, I'm a damned soul. The Abyss outsourced it's call centers to the Nine Hells. Look do you have a task or question, I've had the training?"

I grab my sword ready to dispatch this imposter to....oh, what's the point. "Why have my minions turned to stone imposter of the Abyss?"

He shrugs. "Got me. Could you take a survey about..."

"Leave!"

"Could you give me my wings back, I've got three more summonings in my queue and..."

"Go to hell!"

"Okay." And with that and a puff of smoke the damned soul disappears.

"You know what this town needs?" I say after the first diet Coke of the day hits the system?

I don't know why Achmed and Bob give each other these terrified looks. Am I the one causing rains of frogs, invasions of otherworldly creatures, and teh sudden mysterious appearance of entertainment kiosks that sap the mind. (I check under a pile of papers on my desk, making sure those downloaded DVDs of Angel Season 69 are safe.)

I clear my throat. "Anyway. That was rhetorical. What this town needs is a party. A dance or something. Something where we can all dress up in costumes and such and have a fun time. And no evil overlords need show up."

Achmed shakes his head. "Sitt, sitt, when will you ever learn? Now we're going to have an apocalypse or something."

Bob grins. "Cool. Dibs on the firstborn."

Posters for the Spring Fling have started turning up all over town. Come as your favorite nature, rebirth or fertility deity! they say. Or just dress up in your favorite corset!

Sounds like fun.

Frustrated with cost-cutting measures in the demon dimensions, I have decided to call up my old pal Sauron and see if he has any ideas. It's late, but that dude never sleeps anyhow.

I perform an incantation on my scrying box and soon there's a flaming eye on the screen.

"Who dares to....." starts a booming voice. "oh, it's you."

"How are things these days Sauron?"

"Could be better."

"Still bitter about the defeat?" I ask.

"The forces against me were overwhelming." Booms the voice.

"(cough)(hobbits)(cough)"

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Look have you ever had your minions all turn to stone."

"Like trolls in daylight?" Booms the voice.

"Exactly, only right in the middle of a brainstorming session."

"I see. Your problem is that all you had left were yes-minions. If you demand opinions from yes-minions, they petrify. It can be undone pretty easily. You didn't shatter them all right?"

"Um....yeah. So I was trying to come up with a new evil plot, any ideas?"

"Hmmm...I know. Build an army of fell creatures and plunge the world into shadow."

"See. I've already done that." I explain.

"Oh. Maybe you could have someone build an army worthy of Mordor for you."

"We don't have a Mordor in this dimension."

"Oh. Maybe you could forge some ring....."

I shut off the TV. That guy never has any new ideas. Gotta think.

Three hours later, I stride from the ruin, a new sense of purpose, and short nap having renewed me. My boots make no noise now, and all my paraphenalia is focused on vengeance to the exclusion of all e-- Hey, a party!

The Chain of Command stabs a flyer from the wafting breeze ... 'Hmm. D'you think Tyr counts as a nature, rebirth or fertility deity?'

*clink*

'No, I'm not gonna ask him. What are you high?'

*clink*

'True enough, I guess that is an answer of sorts. No matter. There are more important molehills to burn. Bridges to make mountains out of, or lead horses to or something. Wossname. Had it a minute ago. Right, Vengeance.'

At the word, The Weapon clinks ominous agreement, While the Indifference Machine, typically, couldn't care less, and the worlds only pair of Tabi Split Toe Combat Boots carry me soundlessly into the gathering night. Somewhere, someone knows something.

Presumably.

"Gosh, that was quick. Love this town. So, nature deities, huh?"

Bob looks at the flier. "Says fertility deities, too" he says hopefully.

Achmed clears his throat. Odd, the way his cough sounds like "corset."

"I wonder if Eris counts as a nature deity. She is the Goddess of Chaos, and chaos is pretty natural. Easy costume, too, get a toga, paint an apple gold, eat hot dogs without buns."

"Aphrodite's always fun, too. If you wanted to recreate the 'rising from the waves' bit."

I smile sweetly at him. "You could be Cupid."

"Um..."

Achmed coughs again.

"Achmed, are you OK?"

"Me, sitt? No, no, I'm fine ... *corset*."

I notice the poster. A spring fling it says. What a horrid idea for a horrid season. Worse yet it encourages dressing up as deities that abhorr. Well that's one event that I won't be... What's this, no evil overlords! That's it, I'm going to put on my darkest necromancer robes and attend this travesty.

I look in the mirror, my robe of darkest night is looking dark as ever with the odd little silver skull to spruce things up. Of course no outfit is complete without weapons, so it's time to decide between by trusty sword void or my sword and dagger set death and decay. I choose death and decay since this is social event and they are much flashier than void.

Everything seems in order, it is time for a necromancer to crash a spring fling.