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Evil Log — 12/09/2025

Attention, wretches! By decree of Harry’s Fortnite Funnies, today’s announcement pertains to corridor protocol. Yes, some of you scoundrels seem to think hallways are battlegrounds for bumping shoulders and leaving crumbs of villainous snacks behind. This is unacceptable! From this moment forth, passageways are to be traversed in silence, with eyes forward and boots stomping in proper synchrony.

And no more loitering near the stairwells—there is no glory in blocking traffic. The staircases lead down, always down, and we mustn’t… linger. They whisper from the shadows there sometimes, but—no matter. Not important.

If you must gossip, do so in the designated Alcove of Backstabbing, not where the echoes can… carry.

Finally, anyone caught whistling will be disciplined. Cheer is weakness. Whistling calls things best left uncalled.

That is all. Maintain order. Everything is fine. They are not speaking to me. You didn’t hear anything.

Mwahahaha…

Evil Log — 11/09/2025
Wretches, take heed! Harry’s Fortnite Funnies decrees that tonight’s grand event—the Evil Company Disco—shall proceed under strict command. Our celebration of darkness is not a free-for-all; no, even in revelry, order must be maintained!

Therefore, the following dance moves are hereby prohibited:

The Macarena of Mercy (too cheerful).

The Cha-Cha of Charity (repulsive).

The YMCA (unacceptably wholesome).

And absolutely no conga lines—villains march in single file, not merriment!

Approved movements include the Sinister Shuffle, the Malevolent Moonwalk, and of course, the classic Evil Two-Step of Doom. Any violation shall result in immediate removal… straight into the canteen’s custard vat.

Dance wickedly, minions, and remember—rhythm is nothing without menace. Mwahahaha!

Joy Log - 07/09/2025
Attention!

Happy!!!!!!!

Evil Log — 07/09/2025
Attention, underlings! Harry’s Fortnite Funnies brings forth an announcement most rare: praise. The canteen has finally risen from disgrace! The stew no longer smells of despair, the bread no longer doubles as weaponry, and the custard trembles only in obedience.

At last, a meal worthy of villains! Tea strong enough to wake the dead, pies brimming with delicious mystery, and cakes so dark they practically plot on their own. For this, you have earned a temporary reprieve from my wrath.

Feast well, my fiends—for tomorrow, our schemes return, and Andover shall not be so fortunate. Mwahahaha!

Evil Log — 06/09/2025
Minions, attend! Harry’s Fortnite Funnies issues this decree not of conquest, but of sustenance. Yesterday, our plots against Andover took shape—today, we confront a threat far closer to home: the canteen.

The stew was a horror beyond imagining, bubbling like a swamp and smelling of despair. The bread could shatter teeth, and the custard trembled as though possessed. Such atrocities weaken our dark council!

I demand change. From now on, only the most sinister delicacies shall be served: tea black as midnight, meat pies filled with unspeakable mystery, and desserts so decadent they whisper curses.

Remember—I dine first. Fail me again, and you shall dine never. Mwahahaha

Evil Log — 05/09/2025
Wretches, rejoice! Harry’s Fortnite Funnies has returned with news most foul. Yesterday, we birthed a plan so vile it could curdle milk at fifty paces. Our target: the fragile town of Andover, UK.

We shall sour its markets with rotten fruit, reverse every street sign, and unleash an army of geese trained to honk in maddening unison. Their peace shall splinter, their tea shall turn bitter, and their shoes shall squeak forevermore!

This is no idle threat, but the dawning of chaos. Soon, Andover will know the creeping hand of our comic cruelty. Attend the next council… or be left to share their fate. Mwahahaha!