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Post by DOOM on Apr 8, 2018 0:35:20 GMT
Timeline: Present (the day after Graviton's announcement)
Previous Threads: When a God Speaks & When a God Acts
Characters Involved: Doctor Doom, sub-par peasants and masses of plebeian minds
Location: Broadcast Worldwide (so all may experience the glory of Doom's message)
Mathematicians sometimes refer to the Chaos Theory, the idea that the smallest of changes can cause sudden, dramatic, and far reaching consequences on natural systems, changes that are completely unpredictable. Those who dumb down the theory have referred to it as the Butterfly Effect, the common example used is the notion that the beating of a butterfly's wings can trigger a hurricane or typhoon thousands of miles away. For the most part this theory is a means of understanding that mere men cannot control changes, nor predict them, that they are merely victims to the whims of random happenstance. It is a modern means for so-called intellectuals to speak of the concept of fate, replacing the idea of supernatural power predetermining the events of one's life with the new religion that is science. Such was the realm of lesser minds, of small people.
Victor von Doom was neither lesser, nor small.
When the first ripples of change began, the world either ignored them or misinterpreted the signs. The news media, filled with morons, had different “experts” each with different claims of what people were seeing and experiencing. Men of science claimed everything from global warming and solar flares to abnormal electrical fields and subsonic vibrations. New Age mystics swore that human consciousness was entering a new era, that ancient prophecies of long forgotten people be they Druids or vanished Native American cultures were coming to pass. When people began to disappear under strange circumstances religious leaders claimed the Rapture was upon the world. Luckily no one spoke of alien involvement as Skrull Invasions, Kree Wars, and the Shi'ar visiting their mutant foes/allies on a semi-annual basis had dulled the allure of visiting extraterrestrials.
Doom knew they were all fools. As a master of science and the mystic arts, he knew that this was no natural phenomenon. Considering how often so-called heroes visited alternate dimensions, battled creatures from outside reality, or otherwise interacted with things beyond their understanding, one would think someone would have noticed that the laws of reality were being toyed with, that parallel universes were bleeding into their own. Granted some like Stark pointed the finger at the usual suspects, Doom included, but being the self-obsessed ignoramuses they are they failed to do the sensible thing and ask for Victor's assistance.
While they chased their own tails for answers, Doom sought his own. The anomalies were difficult to track, even for one as skilled as he, but eventually he found their point of origin: another plane of existence.
Doombots were dispatched, sent through the veil between worlds to gather information on this “New Earth” and what or who was causing the dimensional disruptions. Their findings were...disturbing. Doom could only conclude that something was gathering heroes and villains, bringing them to this new world for some unknown reason. Having been a part of the Secret Wars he had seen such events on smaller scale and it was no surprise that based on the algorithm he had created from data available on the seemingly random opening of portals, that Latveria would be the next region to be struck. After all, events of cosmic significance would of course involve Victor von Doom, any entity powerful enough to cause them clearly intelligent enough to want the most exceptional human ever to exist to be present. But Doom was no one's pawn and his subjects would pay the price should a portal open in his country. Unable to stop the portal from opening he did the next logical thing...he moved the citizens to New Earth.
It was a simple enough feat, but it was not done without forethought and planning. His Doombots had already secured him a temporary homeland in this New Earth. Granted the process of sending them through planes of existence had caused some minor malfunctions, such as one clashing with versions of Captain America and Iron Man in New York, but overall they had done well. Now though it was time for the true Victor von Doom to address New Earth and inform them of the changes he was forcing upon their world.
Motioning to a minion to activate his newest device, Doom sat upon his new throne.
Across the world television signals were hijacked while satellites, each recently upgraded in secret by Doombots, saw to it that skyscraper sized holograms of Doom appeared over major cities across the globe. The gigantic image of Doctor Doom hovered malevolently over the Kremlin, loomed large enough to block the Space Needle in Seattle, and encompassed Big Ben in London. So it was around the world as famous buildings and monuments were suddenly replaced by the sinister visage of Doom. Waiting for a moment for the commotion this event caused to die down, Victor spoke, his baritone, slightly mechanical voice blaring through every available speaker be it cellular phones, car radios, or PA systems.
“Citizens of whatever quaint little numerical designation your 'best and brightest' have assigned this reality, no doubt such addresses by visitors from elsewhere are now becoming old hat for you. As such I shall be as brief and direct as possible. Sadly, expediency often outweighs originality and by now the spandex clad fools have no doubt spoken of me in hushed tones and barely controlled reverence, filling your thoughts with dread of my inevitable arrival. Likely, they are attempting to fold me into the narrative that you have been fed like sheep on the farm, using the myth of what I am to further their pitiful agendas. Now however, the truth of Victor von Doom is unveiled. You shall soon discover that whilst your leaders with their simpleton minds have squabbled over dimensional transplants and what course of action should be taken in regards to your own Neanderthal level fears of entities with powers beyond your own meager abilities, events have been unfolding around the globe that you are blinded to.”
Shifting the hologram showed a map of the globe, zooming in on the Balkan States as red lines formed and converged, cutting though portions of Romania, Serbia, and Bulgaria. Another shift showed burning countryside, robotic soldiers, and a new green and black flag being raised in various areas.
“The Balkans are often the centerpoint of change, a flashpoint if you will of conflict that shall grow into greater battles that could embroil much of the globe. So wrapped up were you in your garish costume fights and petty hatreds of the unknown that you failed to notice you were on the brink of a third world war. Thanks to Doctor Doom, this is no longer the case and you may thank me at your leisure. No, now troublesome areas of the region have been brought to heel, the flames of war extinguished under my iron will. A bit of annexation and the application of my genius now brings you New Latveria. As of the moment it is not much to look upon, but soon you shall see a flourishing nation. For that is what I do, bring order to chaos and prosperity to those wise enough to not stand in my way.”
Cutting back to Doom, his fingers now steepled, he leaned forward.
“I am not here to act as if I am a god, for even those that claim the title know better than to cross me. Such declarations are quite frankly, trite to one who is superior to all due to intellect and vision rather than some perceived genetic advantage. No, as is the case on my own world, I am here to save humanity from it's own stupidity, in this case being so blind by basic hatreds that it fails to properly investigate the root cause of these dimensional disturbances. Such is my lot in life. But know this, while I will save this Earth whether it likes it or not, I shall not shield you from yourselves. Doom cares not for the petty grievances of plebeian rabble such as yourselves. Should you wish to kill yourselves over fears of who has power, how they use it, and what your government's opinion is on the matter, that merely lessens the work needed to be done. For when the dust settles you will know that the only power that matters, the only opinion of any weight...is DOOM's!”
Pausing long enough for his words to register he leaned back, relaxed as if he had not just casually told the world he was going to take it over at some point in the near future. Somewhere Magneto and Graviton , no strangers to their own grand debuts, would know that the last bit was a direct rebuttal to their own speeches. Both saw Neo-Humans as they were called on this world as being superior by right of having powers, but Doom was sending a message. Mundane or powered, hero or villain, human or Neo-Human, all were beneath Doom.
“And should the self-righteous, pajama adorned buffoons that already know of me stop clashing with each other long enough to mount something of a response to my actions, I would point you to what happened to others that opposed the will of Doom.”
The image again shifted, this time showing droves of scared people flooding the streets of Turkey after Doom somehow struck it with an EMP weapon. Next footage of bodies lining roads in Albania replaced it as men wearing hastily constructed Latverian uniforms but wielding laser rifles of some kind marched past. Finally, the smoldering remains of tanks, helicopters, and other weapons of war bearing Kosovo insignia was shown
“As you can see, it is far wiser to accept my benevolence than to stand in my way.”
Appearing once more, Doom spread his hands, the size of the hologram giving the impression that he was wrapping his arms around each city he appeared in.
“The path before you should be clear. Choose wisely, while the choice is still yours to make.”
With that, the message ended, holograms vanishing and stations returning to normal. Doom had made his entrance without wrecking a city or threatening, but rather revealing his actions after it was too late to stop him. He let the world know he would save it even if he had to conquer it to make it happen.
Previous Threads: When a God Speaks & When a God Acts
Characters Involved: Doctor Doom, sub-par peasants and masses of plebeian minds
Location: Broadcast Worldwide (so all may experience the glory of Doom's message)
Mathematicians sometimes refer to the Chaos Theory, the idea that the smallest of changes can cause sudden, dramatic, and far reaching consequences on natural systems, changes that are completely unpredictable. Those who dumb down the theory have referred to it as the Butterfly Effect, the common example used is the notion that the beating of a butterfly's wings can trigger a hurricane or typhoon thousands of miles away. For the most part this theory is a means of understanding that mere men cannot control changes, nor predict them, that they are merely victims to the whims of random happenstance. It is a modern means for so-called intellectuals to speak of the concept of fate, replacing the idea of supernatural power predetermining the events of one's life with the new religion that is science. Such was the realm of lesser minds, of small people.
Victor von Doom was neither lesser, nor small.
When the first ripples of change began, the world either ignored them or misinterpreted the signs. The news media, filled with morons, had different “experts” each with different claims of what people were seeing and experiencing. Men of science claimed everything from global warming and solar flares to abnormal electrical fields and subsonic vibrations. New Age mystics swore that human consciousness was entering a new era, that ancient prophecies of long forgotten people be they Druids or vanished Native American cultures were coming to pass. When people began to disappear under strange circumstances religious leaders claimed the Rapture was upon the world. Luckily no one spoke of alien involvement as Skrull Invasions, Kree Wars, and the Shi'ar visiting their mutant foes/allies on a semi-annual basis had dulled the allure of visiting extraterrestrials.
Doom knew they were all fools. As a master of science and the mystic arts, he knew that this was no natural phenomenon. Considering how often so-called heroes visited alternate dimensions, battled creatures from outside reality, or otherwise interacted with things beyond their understanding, one would think someone would have noticed that the laws of reality were being toyed with, that parallel universes were bleeding into their own. Granted some like Stark pointed the finger at the usual suspects, Doom included, but being the self-obsessed ignoramuses they are they failed to do the sensible thing and ask for Victor's assistance.
While they chased their own tails for answers, Doom sought his own. The anomalies were difficult to track, even for one as skilled as he, but eventually he found their point of origin: another plane of existence.
Doombots were dispatched, sent through the veil between worlds to gather information on this “New Earth” and what or who was causing the dimensional disruptions. Their findings were...disturbing. Doom could only conclude that something was gathering heroes and villains, bringing them to this new world for some unknown reason. Having been a part of the Secret Wars he had seen such events on smaller scale and it was no surprise that based on the algorithm he had created from data available on the seemingly random opening of portals, that Latveria would be the next region to be struck. After all, events of cosmic significance would of course involve Victor von Doom, any entity powerful enough to cause them clearly intelligent enough to want the most exceptional human ever to exist to be present. But Doom was no one's pawn and his subjects would pay the price should a portal open in his country. Unable to stop the portal from opening he did the next logical thing...he moved the citizens to New Earth.
It was a simple enough feat, but it was not done without forethought and planning. His Doombots had already secured him a temporary homeland in this New Earth. Granted the process of sending them through planes of existence had caused some minor malfunctions, such as one clashing with versions of Captain America and Iron Man in New York, but overall they had done well. Now though it was time for the true Victor von Doom to address New Earth and inform them of the changes he was forcing upon their world.
Motioning to a minion to activate his newest device, Doom sat upon his new throne.
Across the world television signals were hijacked while satellites, each recently upgraded in secret by Doombots, saw to it that skyscraper sized holograms of Doom appeared over major cities across the globe. The gigantic image of Doctor Doom hovered malevolently over the Kremlin, loomed large enough to block the Space Needle in Seattle, and encompassed Big Ben in London. So it was around the world as famous buildings and monuments were suddenly replaced by the sinister visage of Doom. Waiting for a moment for the commotion this event caused to die down, Victor spoke, his baritone, slightly mechanical voice blaring through every available speaker be it cellular phones, car radios, or PA systems.
“Citizens of whatever quaint little numerical designation your 'best and brightest' have assigned this reality, no doubt such addresses by visitors from elsewhere are now becoming old hat for you. As such I shall be as brief and direct as possible. Sadly, expediency often outweighs originality and by now the spandex clad fools have no doubt spoken of me in hushed tones and barely controlled reverence, filling your thoughts with dread of my inevitable arrival. Likely, they are attempting to fold me into the narrative that you have been fed like sheep on the farm, using the myth of what I am to further their pitiful agendas. Now however, the truth of Victor von Doom is unveiled. You shall soon discover that whilst your leaders with their simpleton minds have squabbled over dimensional transplants and what course of action should be taken in regards to your own Neanderthal level fears of entities with powers beyond your own meager abilities, events have been unfolding around the globe that you are blinded to.”
Shifting the hologram showed a map of the globe, zooming in on the Balkan States as red lines formed and converged, cutting though portions of Romania, Serbia, and Bulgaria. Another shift showed burning countryside, robotic soldiers, and a new green and black flag being raised in various areas.
“The Balkans are often the centerpoint of change, a flashpoint if you will of conflict that shall grow into greater battles that could embroil much of the globe. So wrapped up were you in your garish costume fights and petty hatreds of the unknown that you failed to notice you were on the brink of a third world war. Thanks to Doctor Doom, this is no longer the case and you may thank me at your leisure. No, now troublesome areas of the region have been brought to heel, the flames of war extinguished under my iron will. A bit of annexation and the application of my genius now brings you New Latveria. As of the moment it is not much to look upon, but soon you shall see a flourishing nation. For that is what I do, bring order to chaos and prosperity to those wise enough to not stand in my way.”
Cutting back to Doom, his fingers now steepled, he leaned forward.
“I am not here to act as if I am a god, for even those that claim the title know better than to cross me. Such declarations are quite frankly, trite to one who is superior to all due to intellect and vision rather than some perceived genetic advantage. No, as is the case on my own world, I am here to save humanity from it's own stupidity, in this case being so blind by basic hatreds that it fails to properly investigate the root cause of these dimensional disturbances. Such is my lot in life. But know this, while I will save this Earth whether it likes it or not, I shall not shield you from yourselves. Doom cares not for the petty grievances of plebeian rabble such as yourselves. Should you wish to kill yourselves over fears of who has power, how they use it, and what your government's opinion is on the matter, that merely lessens the work needed to be done. For when the dust settles you will know that the only power that matters, the only opinion of any weight...is DOOM's!”
Pausing long enough for his words to register he leaned back, relaxed as if he had not just casually told the world he was going to take it over at some point in the near future. Somewhere Magneto and Graviton , no strangers to their own grand debuts, would know that the last bit was a direct rebuttal to their own speeches. Both saw Neo-Humans as they were called on this world as being superior by right of having powers, but Doom was sending a message. Mundane or powered, hero or villain, human or Neo-Human, all were beneath Doom.
“And should the self-righteous, pajama adorned buffoons that already know of me stop clashing with each other long enough to mount something of a response to my actions, I would point you to what happened to others that opposed the will of Doom.”
The image again shifted, this time showing droves of scared people flooding the streets of Turkey after Doom somehow struck it with an EMP weapon. Next footage of bodies lining roads in Albania replaced it as men wearing hastily constructed Latverian uniforms but wielding laser rifles of some kind marched past. Finally, the smoldering remains of tanks, helicopters, and other weapons of war bearing Kosovo insignia was shown
“As you can see, it is far wiser to accept my benevolence than to stand in my way.”
Appearing once more, Doom spread his hands, the size of the hologram giving the impression that he was wrapping his arms around each city he appeared in.
“The path before you should be clear. Choose wisely, while the choice is still yours to make.”
With that, the message ended, holograms vanishing and stations returning to normal. Doom had made his entrance without wrecking a city or threatening, but rather revealing his actions after it was too late to stop him. He let the world know he would save it even if he had to conquer it to make it happen.
