As all respectable students of this institution know, the hallmark of evil genius is not devilish ingenuity, diabolical complexity, nor even utter sadism. No, the true villain has an appreciation for the art of subtlety, which lies at the root of real evil. Notable historical successes include inventions such as cargo shorts, junk mail, and the sport of golf. And of course one could not leave out the insidious trifecta of "there", "their", and "they're", a design of none other than Beelzebub Himself. Knowing this, I was not disparaged by my relative "normality"; whereas many of my peers could perform stunts involving spurts of fire from the fingertips, or possessing the soul of another man, I had none of these bells and whistles to distract me. And while the many faculty members of Evil University could make neither horn nor tail of my unqualified ambition, I had formulated a plan which would put all their doubts about my abilities to rest once and for all. "Perhaps you are destined to be a tort lawyer" mused Vlad, at our weekly advisory meeting, "or better yet, a copyright infringement specialist!". Rather than calmly tell him, as I had done hundreds of times before, that I had no intention of accepting any one of his mundane proposals, I gave him the one phrase which he most dreaded: "Vlad, I have decided to change my major." "Well?", he asked, after a long pause, "What is it you have finally decided on?" "Super Villainy", I replied nonchalantly. "Hah!", he spat, "a fine trick to play on your dear old adviser at such a time!" "You do know that you have only two weeks left to announce your thesis topic, don't you?", he asked in a quieter, concerned tone. "And that is the other thing I wanted to tell you about." I stated, with that raised the thin manila folder out of my lap and slid it across his desk. Should he have foreseen the importance of the folder's contents, I am sure that a look of reverence would have crossed his face, quickly followed by impatient excitement. As it happened, he instead seemed to glare in frustration and despair, at the folder marked "Thesis in Super Villainy". I guess that Vlad didn't know, couldn't know, that he was on the cusp of the unveiling of an unprecedented evil. For my months of calculation and toil had yielded a product so cunning, so treacherous, and yet so simple, that it would be used to demonstrate the principles of evil in our classrooms for centuries to come. It was the wolf in sheep's clothing; the Trojan Horse; the tool which slowly but surely works to defeat its user entirely. All this, Vlad realized shortly after opening the folder, and reading the title which my magnum opus bore: "Reddit Search(tm)"