Doctor Doom came upon a large construction site and decided that it interested him enough not to blow it up.
For now.
Soon thereafter Doom found an elderly man who was overseeing what Doom recognized as a Machop; a weak fighting type Pokémon according to his extensive research that excelled versus rock types. Doom glanced at the rocks lying all around the Machop’s foot. Apparently it was good against all sorts of rocks, not just Pokémon. Doom filed this information away for later use. “Why do you have your Pokémon uselessly crush rocks? It could be doing something more constructive, such as getting out of my sight,” Doom said.
The elderly man took one look at Doom and did not question why he wanted to know that, he didn’t appear to be the type who liked to be asked questions when he was seeking answers.
Old people sure are smart.
“I do not have the money to build here. My family was actually quite poor and my son fell ill when he was young so all of my savings from my work went towards his medical expenses. This site was supposed to be funded by an anonymous man for a research center but when my son died he said the publicity moment was over and pulled the funding. All I know about that dastardly man is that he went by Mr. G in all of his letters. So now I sit out here every day faithfully watching the Machop ready the land that will never be built upon just like he always has. I will do this until the day I die to honor my son.”
Doom nodded in respect for the man’s loss. Doom understood family well. Doom, in a rare moment of kindness, snapped the man’s neck without hesitation. Family reunions were always so touching. He collected a DNA sample from the old man and in a matter of seconds a Doombot had been dispatched with the appearance of the old man mapped into its display interface to watch over the Machop at this building site. Doom had gained a new Pokémon and a prime piece of real estate in one swift stroke. It was an efficient move. It wasn’t enough to quench Doom’s thirst for conquest.
Doom marched over to a nearby cave and was about to enter when a sign caught his notice.
Foolish sign.
Doom read about a sleeping Pokémon that was blocking some random path and snarled. A Pokémon at rest thought that it could block Doom’s path? Doom had made no plans to go that way before, but the whole world was Doom’s path to take any which way; to attempt to block any of the routes towards any of Doom’s destinations was completely unacceptable. The last thing that was completely unacceptable to Doom had been the Zubat population. There was no longer a Zubat population.
Doom delivered a stiff kick to the sign which knocked it to the ground before he continued on his way. After a few steps Doom paused and considered something for a moment. Doom waved his left hand and the Diglett Cave exploded from within and it collapsed on itself within a matter of moments. Then it exploded again which caused the ground of the cave to sink a good fifty feet creating a huge hole where once there had been a cave.
Doom was not going to suffer any more caves on his journey.