[ WP ] A villain that tries his hardest to be evil , but ends up being a hero .

Evil Emperor Xarghakz, Dark Overlord of the Universe, lounged in his lair with a bottle of beer as he gleefully watched the news. Carnage was unfolding onscreen, twisted metal and flames and crushed concrete as the bridge slowly collapsed. 
 Laughing, he glanced at one of the many monitors in his Office of Doing Evil, his laugh quickly escalating into a textbook evil cackle as traffic backed up before his eyes. Red lines spread across the city like blood, and everyone was late to work. 
 
 `` I HAVE DONE IT!'' Emperor Xarghakz bellowed over the PA. `` I HAVE CONTRIVED AN EVIL PLOT, AND IMPLEMENTED IT! THE WORTHLESS HUMANS SHALL COWER IN FEAR, FOR NO LONGER CAN THEY DRIVE WITH IMPUNITY - THEIR SCHEDULES SHALL CRUMBLE BEFORE MY MIGHT, PRODUCTIVITY WILL DROP, MORALE WILL SINK TO ALL-TIME LOWS! THIS CITY IS MINE…'' 
 
 He quickly tapped the Evil Laughter button, and settled back into his seat as peals of prerecorded cackling filled the room. 
 
 `` GRAZIK!'' he bellowed. `` BRING ME ANOTHER BEER! TODAY, WE CELEBRATE! TOMORROW, WE STRIKE! AND IN TIME, WE WILL TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE!'' 
 
 Dutifully, Grazik the Orc hurried in with his beverage. `` My Overlord,'' he began, clutching a sheaf of forms to his knobbly bare chest. 
 
 `` It has come to my attention that earthquake safety procedures in this facility are–'' 
 
 `` SHUT UP GRAZIK!'' Emperor Xarghakz shouted, swirling his black Cape of Evil around him. `` SAVE YOUR FOOLISH WORRIES FOR THE HUMANS WE WILL CONQUER!'' He punctuated this last sentence with a fireball from his remote-controlled fireball launcher, which burst on the fireproof floor at Grazik's feet. 
 
 Muttering darkly to himself, the Orc left the way he had come, poring over the complicated-looking forms. His good mood restored by this victory, the Overlord turned his attention back to the TV. 
 
 `` –civil engineers are calling the catastrophe a blessing in disguise, as the weakened structure–'' 
 
 `` WHAT?'' Xarghakz bellowed, forgetting all about his drink. 
 
 `` –by striking at odd hours, when few cars were on the bridge, the unknown attacker may have saved many more from an imminent structural collapse! Next up: interviews with the three drivers crossing Petersen Bridge at the time of the accident, all of whom survived thanks to quick action by rescue personnel–'' 
 
 `` MY BEST EVIL PLOT…'' Xarghakz shouted, using his Megaphone of Broadcasting Evil out of pure habit. `` FOILED AGAIN!''
