Challenge! WARNING! Not for the meek of heart! If you were a horror movie villain, what would be you origin and your method of operation?

Hmm, well, before I begin my story, I must say that I truly enjoy yours. Very creative. Now as for my story... hmm I think it would begin on a very dark night, perhaps on Somein, which is All Hallows Eve (as would be typical)... when the border between paranormal and ordinary becomes blurred.. It is dark in the night and it is approaching 3 in the morning.

The witching hour. There is an ambitious and arrogant group of young people sitting in circle in a cemetery of all places. Their line of thinking was simple.

The dead are in a cemetery. They want to contact the dead. Foolish mortals.

They do not know what is watching them from the other side.. just waiting for them to touch the Oiji board. But I see it. I'm sitting in the shadows, watching an old enemy.

I can see what these mortals cannot because I am the one entity that lives on the border of both realms. Half way between Hell and Earth. I can change my form when I wish, but at the cost of blood.

Like a vampire... or a wolf. At least three of these teens will die tonight, and that's if I can prevent my old enemy from crossing over and possessing one of them. I do not care about good or evil.

I canned that crap long ago. But this is an old rivalry. I want these five under my control.

I guess I get that from having been a slave myself. These five will be mine. Part of the army I've begun.

But I'm getting off track. I need to keep my focus for this. The five are talking with nervous excitement.

I'm waiting for them to touch the board. Then the fight will begin. I sense rather than see the first of the group touch the small dial.

I step forth as the rest follow suit and begin asking their stupid questions. By sheer will I move the dial to spell out "l-e-a-v-e" but I feel her presence. The presence of my enemy.

The group of teens is startled and begins talking more rapidly. They see me now and think I'm a ghost. I hear them freaking out.

The ones with their back to me, see the shadow of evil behind the ones facing me. I know then, all of the teens here are doomed. But not before they will find a use.My nails grow to talons, and I flay open the back of the girl nearest me.

Her scream reminds me of a time when I was human. I forget it in the taste of blood that I lick off my claws. Eyes are beginning to roll back into heads as my enemy tries to posses two or three of the teens.

She's always spread herself too thin. I grab the head of one of the possesed and ram my claws into the eye sockets. All of the teens are screaming now, but none of them can move.

I am holding them there with the hands of the dead that they are sitting on. I have become a necromancer since last I fought my enemy. I feel her recoil from the power I'm showing.

The five, well the four that are living that is, can sense me and my enemy. They are scared, and their fear acts like a pheremone for me. The part of me that my enemy created begins to take over and for a moment I am the animal that served as assassin.

I'm brought back by the teens freaking out. One of them is praying.. how sentimental. She might die next.

I rip the spirit of my enemy from the teens head. I could save this teen as a blind, but he would be of little use to my army.So I let him die. The rest of them are trying to get up and run but they are held fast by the grip of the dead.

My enemy is weaker then I last saw her. Her shriek of anger as she retreats causes the ears of two of the teens to bleed. They will be deaf for the rest of their now short lives.

My enemy leaves to live another day. I'm left with two of the five still alive and freaking out. I kill the two deaf teens with my claws.

The two that are living, I abduct them and take them with me to the border of Hell and Earth to join my growing army. I'm not planning world domination. Just survival of the oncoming storm.

My army will be there after humanity ends. That's my plan. I'm not as cruel as others.

But I'm not the best person to live under. I walk the line of neutral between good and evil, but tonight I'm the stuff of nightmares and my two captures will come to know that I am no savior. No guardian angel.

The girl will stop praying. There is no god for her now but whatever mercy I choose to show. If I choose to her mercy at all.

I would love to be a lich. This is an undead sorceror who was able to find out the secrets of eternal life at the cost of humanity. Liches are usually portrayed as skeletons in ancient wizard robes.My story would go like this: After years of searching through local books stores, Ebay, Amazon, and every other place that I could think of, I stumble across a private occult collection.

Being called in to appraise the collection, I am able to convince the lamb owner that the books that he has are not worth much, and offer to purchase a few of the books at a medial amount. Over the following years, I spent countelss hours studying the books that I essentially store from the owner. These would include, of course, "The Necronomicon," the "Cultes de Goules," "The Book of Eibon," and the," Unassprechen de Culten.

" I would use these books to test my theory that together they hold the secret to the eternal life of the Elder Gods, and the Outer Gods. I begin my experiments with people that are at the low end of society like the homeless, and prostitutes. I expose them to spells and concoctions that eventually turn them into ghouls, human slaves, and zombies that are there to do my bidding.

At one point, I finally figure out a way to grant myself tremendous power, and eternal life. I cast the spells, and drink the elixers only to find that I have been turned into a lich.By mind also becomes more tainted than it was before and I decide to lash out at those that are the most innocent. I have one of my human slaves set up a few businesses where people might be gone over long periods of time.

He comes back after a year with a successful business that sends people to foreign countries for sales and cultural study. The ones that I find pleasing, I turn into more slaves or zombies. The ones that I do not, I experiment on them to see if I can use them to figure out how to get my humanity back.

Those that die are sent overseas to appear as victims of native uprisings, murder, or any other kind of international incident to take the blame away from me. I at least let them go with some kind of dignity (one of the last few links that I have with humanity) as it would be horrible to be remembered for the unspeakable crimes that I committed against their bodies as I tried to figure out how to restore my body to it's original form.

Hmm, well, before I begin my story, I must say that I truly enjoy yours. Very creative. Now as for my story... hmm I think it would begin on a very dark night, perhaps on Somein, which is All Hallows Eve (as would be typical)... when the border between paranormal and ordinary becomes blurred.. It is dark in the night and it is approaching 3 in the morning.

The witching hour. There is an ambitious and arrogant group of young people sitting in circle in a cemetery of all places. Their line of thinking was simple.

The dead are in a cemetery. They want to contact the dead. Foolish mortals.

They do not know what is watching them from the other side.. just waiting for them to touch the Oiji board. But I see it. I'm sitting in the shadows, watching an old enemy.

I can see what these mortals cannot because I am the one entity that lives on the border of both realms. Half way between Hell and Earth. I can change my form when I wish, but at the cost of blood.

Like a vampire... or a wolf. At least three of these teens will die tonight, and that's if I can prevent my old enemy from crossing over and possessing one of them. I do not care about good or evil.

I canned that crap long ago. But this is an old rivalry. I want these five under my control.

I guess I get that from having been a slave myself. These five will be mine. Part of the army I've begun.

But I'm getting off track. I need to keep my focus for this. The five are talking with nervous excitement.

I'm waiting for them to touch the board. Then the fight will begin. I sense rather than see the first of the group touch the small dial.

I step forth as the rest follow suit and begin asking their stupid questions. By sheer will I move the dial to spell out "l-e-a-v-e" but I feel her presence. The presence of my enemy.

The group of teens is startled and begins talking more rapidly. They see me now and think I'm a ghost. I hear them freaking out.

The ones with their back to me, see the shadow of evil behind the ones facing me. I know then, all of the teens here are doomed. But not before they will find a use.

My nails grow to talons, and I flay open the back of the girl nearest me. Her scream reminds me of a time when I was human. I forget it in the taste of blood that I lick off my claws.

Eyes are beginning to roll back into heads as my enemy tries to posses two or three of the teens. She's always spread herself too thin. I grab the head of one of the possesed and ram my claws into the eye sockets.

All of the teens are screaming now, but none of them can move. I am holding them there with the hands of the dead that they are sitting on. I have become a necromancer since last I fought my enemy.

I feel her recoil from the power I'm showing. The five, well the four that are living that is, can sense me and my enemy. They are scared, and their fear acts like a pheremone for me.

The part of me that my enemy created begins to take over and for a moment I am the animal that served as assassin. I'm brought back by the teens freaking out. One of them is praying.. how sentimental.

She might die next. I rip the spirit of my enemy from the teens head. I could save this teen as a blind, but he would be of little use to my army.

So I let him die. The rest of them are trying to get up and run but they are held fast by the grip of the dead. My enemy is weaker then I last saw her.

Her shriek of anger as she retreats causes the ears of two of the teens to bleed. They will be deaf for the rest of their now short lives. My enemy leaves to live another day.

I'm left with two of the five still alive and freaking out. I kill the two deaf teens with my claws. The two that are living, I abduct them and take them with me to the border of Hell and Earth to join my growing army.

I'm not planning world domination. Just survival of the oncoming storm. My army will be there after humanity ends.

That's my plan. I'm not as cruel as others. But I'm not the best person to live under.

I walk the line of neutral between good and evil, but tonight I'm the stuff of nightmares and my two captures will come to know that I am no savior. No guardian angel. The girl will stop praying.

There is no god for her now but whatever mercy I choose to show. If I choose to her mercy at all.

I would be Lechter like in my insanity, (except I wouldn't eat people). Calm and level demeanor with class and skill. I would torture my victims using horrific forms of children's television, (Barney, Teletubbies, etc).

Simply removing the eyelids, remotely adding eyedrops into the eyes to maintain moisture and also have a gun placed within hands reach that is full of nothing but caps to add to the torture... sounds fun, don't it?

I would be a mysterious Shape-shifter .. Crawl along the railroad lines as electricity crawl off the tracks as a big black shadow into the rooms of the the jail cells of murderers, liars, and thieves.. Crawl into their nose into their back of their head shape shift into a blood clot, murdering via a stroke then crawl back out.. and move onto the next victim, and laugh as the prisons and jails go into panic about the mysterious disease killing all the murders.. muwhahahahaha in the end saving tax payers money.. I'd go after Idiot politicians too, and corrupt leaders.. as the Men in Black, and Occult police and Ghost Buster groups tried to stop me.. But I'd be unstoppable.. forcing real world peace upon the world! .. muwhahahaha .. :P .. Okay that is a lame goofy one.. I know I can do better.. Have fun all! :).

I would love to be a lich. This is an undead sorceror who was able to find out the secrets of eternal life at the cost of humanity. Liches are usually portrayed as skeletons in ancient wizard robes.

My story would go like this: After years of searching through local books stores, Ebay, Amazon, and every other place that I could think of, I stumble across a private occult collection. Being called in to appraise the collection, I am able to convince the lamb owner that the books that he has are not worth much, and offer to purchase a few of the books at a medial amount. Over the following years, I spent countelss hours studying the books that I essentially store from the owner.

These would include, of course, "The Necronomicon," the "Cultes de Goules," "The Book of Eibon," and the," Unassprechen de Culten. " I would use these books to test my theory that together they hold the secret to the eternal life of the Elder Gods, and the Outer Gods. I begin my experiments with people that are at the low end of society like the homeless, and prostitutes.

I expose them to spells and concoctions that eventually turn them into ghouls, human slaves, and zombies that are there to do my bidding. At one point, I finally figure out a way to grant myself tremendous power, and eternal life. I cast the spells, and drink the elixers only to find that I have been turned into a lich.

By mind also becomes more tainted than it was before and I decide to lash out at those that are the most innocent. I have one of my human slaves set up a few businesses where people might be gone over long periods of time. He comes back after a year with a successful business that sends people to foreign countries for sales and cultural study.

The ones that I find pleasing, I turn into more slaves or zombies. The ones that I do not, I experiment on them to see if I can use them to figure out how to get my humanity back. Those that die are sent overseas to appear as victims of native uprisings, murder, or any other kind of international incident to take the blame away from me.

I at least let them go with some kind of dignity (one of the last few links that I have with humanity) as it would be horrible to be remembered for the unspeakable crimes that I committed against their bodies as I tried to figure out how to restore my body to it's original form.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.