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.
Actually some news on the Doom front, might as well update you all.
I've been working on a lot of stuff with a new business partner of mine on something unrelated, however part of the deal is that I am learning how to really run a nice website and that is going a long way to start the Doom comic website, now all I need is a reliable artist and I am going to have fun Doom comic adventures. Very busy part of my life right now, even when I am "online" I am usually doing something. Right now I am reading a couple of the "for dummies" books which are pretty nice.
Doom for Dummies: There would be only one page, and it would be "No hope!" repeated over and over.
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In boxing, a cross (also commonly called a "straight")[1] is a power-punch like the uppercut and hook. Compubox, a computerized punch scoring system, counts the cross as a power-punch.
It is a punch usually thrown with the dominant hand the instant an opponent leads with his opposite hand. The blow crosses over the leading arm, hence its name.
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Doctor Doom marched to the east until suddenly there was a large, snoring Pokémon blocking the road ahead of him. Doom decided to make use of his new Doomdex that he had rebuilt from scratch in his lab as he studied. Doom pointed the device at the sleeping Pokémon.
“Snorlax, the sleeping mammoth Pokémon. Known for being incredibly strong and motivated once awakened from their many long slumbers. The species as a whole is both slow of body and of mind, and they have been hunted for years to the point that it is very rare to see one near civilization presently.”
Doom frowned and violently slapped the side of the Doomdex so that it would work better.
“In short it has a lot of power but not worth the maintenance, just kill the useless thing.”
Doom smirked. That was more like it. Doom snapped his fingers and the Snorlax was rocked by several explosions. When the smoke cleared, however, the Snorlax remained intact although it was now awake and glaring at Doom. “Snorlax’s anatomy gives it a great resistance to fire and ice based attacks. This means you are going to have to actually put some muscle behind it.”
Doom glared at the Doomdex. Perhaps he had done too good of a job with that previous slap adjustment. Doom put the device away and focused on the Snorlax. It was time to do this properly. Doom leaped at the Snorlax and without warning delivered a powerful right cross to the Pokemon’s head.
Snorlax, which had just managed to sit up, was knocked back down onto its back. It grunted in pain and attempted to sit back up before it was stopped by a swift kick to its side by Doom.
“Doom does not stop for obstacles!” Doom shouted.
Doom kicked the Snorlax again.
“Doom does not heed the warnings of foolish signs!”
Doom stomped on the Snorlax as he climbed on top of its belly.
“Doom is Superior!”
Doom delivered another punch to the face of the Snorlax.
“Doom is supreme!”
Doom’s gauntlet came back with freshly spilt Snorlax blood on it after yet another brutal hit.
“Doom is the victor!”
Doom rained down several blows to the completely unmoving Snorlax.
“Doom is ETERNAL!”
Doom brought down his head and completely cracked open Snorlax’s skull with his own metal mask. Doom stood up and shoved himself off of the now dead Pokémon and began to walk back to Vermillion. That had felt good.
Good is never good enough for Doctor Victor Von Doom.
Doom, with a crazed grin on his face, turned back towards the dead Pokémon. What was it that his device had said? That Snorlax exhibited a great resistance to fire? Doom was above all else a man of study. This would be… valuable research.
Doom focused for a brief moment inward before he launched a bolt of magical fire into the Snorlax. Doom then turned around and once again started towards the port city.
A moment later the body of the Snorlax was completely torn apart by a magical explosion occurring inside of its body. The parts of the Snorlax flew as far as Fuchsia City where a safari camper got an unwelcome surprise.
_Regaro_ posted... ITT Gen doesn't know what a Right Straight is.
I'm afraid I don't know what a right straight is in any thread. That sentence just looked awkward to me. Apparently it is something though, so my apologies.
Achromatic posted... By the way that was Doom's 99th chapter (not counting the side stories) so I have a quick poll I want to do to the only readers that matter: Board 8.
Would you like to see something special done for Chapter 100 or do you just want me to continue business as usual?
From: igordebraga | #131 Luckily I'm irrelevant. Otherwise Doom would not approve such a late tag.
I'm sure Doom would not mind. Future generations will likely be forced to read through this adventure anyway, or face the wrath of Doom. Doing it willingly means less work for Doom.
-- Ah, yes, the Negotiator: General Kenobi <sneaky beeping>
Doctor Doom had just finished wiping his suit clean of blood when he entered the Pokemart. Going into a place of business with any wet substance dripping on you was simply uncouth, more so if that substance had been inside of a living creature less than twenty minutes prior. More than that, if people saw blood on him they might get the all too clever idea of fearing him on sight. There was very little fun to be had in that particular circumstance.
Chasing after your victims is so 20th century.
Doom browsed the shop and quickly surmised that while the owner was most certainly dim of mind he had a selection that took care of his needs. Doom briefly considered taking over this business as well but decided that perhaps he should leave something in this land free of his grasp so that he would have something to do on a rainy day in the future.
Or tomorrow. Whimsy was underrated.
Doom created a wormhole to his lab to send his purchase through before stepping outside to continue his tour of the port city.
“Imagine seeing you here, Victor,” a familiar voice said to Doom as he walked into the street.
Doom’s fist clenched before he had even turned around. “Richards!”
“Not quite right.”
Doom turned around and he was momentarily taken aback by the sight in front of him. Before him stood the entirety of the group known as the Fantastic Four.
“I see you could not resist involving others after you embarrassed yourself in our previous encounter. Suitably pathetic of you, Richards. How are those so called legends working out for you?” Doom turned to Susan Storm without waiting for a reply. “Susan," he greeted curtly. "Always a pleasure.”
Jonathan Storm, the Human Torch, responded before his sister could. “Doom don’t you dare talk to my sister after all you’ve put her through. You don’t have the right!”
Susan winced at her brother’s remarks. “Please Johnny, it is alright. Victor is just attempting to be civil-“
“That’s quite alright Susan. No need to shield your brother from his own dull tongue,” Doom interrupted. He turned to Johnny. “Mr. Storm it appears that your condition has once again proven too much of an obstacle in allowing you to keep your cool. No matter, Doom is always here to help.” Doom waved his hand and the man was rocketed into the ocean.
“It’s clobbering time!” Ben Grimm, also known as the Thing, shouted as he charged at Doom.
Doom held out his hand and the Thing was taken off of his feet and soon was choking for air as Doom’s hand tightened into a fist. “Doom does not recall addressing you, Mr. Grimm. You should know better than to repeat the mistakes of a boy half your age. Be silent.” Doom released his hold on the Thing and watch with a satisfied grin as Grimm kneeled before him, even if it was only to gasp for air. “Is this what you have been reduced to? Confronting me when I have done nothing wrong? Let me surmise the situation. Richards likely told you some fantastical story about how I, the great Doctor Doom, was doing something awful to everyone and needed to be stopped. While it is none of your business regardless, I am simply partaking in this world’s longstanding tradition of Pokémon trainerism. As usual your blind faith in this pathetic man Reed Richards has led you to foolishly stand in my way. Turn aside now and I will grant you mercy.”
Susan noticed out of the corner of her eye that Reed was fidgeting the way he always would when caught in a lie. She sighed, the things she did for love. “I think there is only one way to settle this, Victor.” She removed her cloak to reveal two Pokeballs on her belt.
Doom chuckled. “What a foolish endeavor. To think you could defeat me in a Pokémon battle? Hopeless.”
Susan let out a wry chuckle. “Not just me, Victor.” As she said this Doom noticed that Grimm, the now soaked Johnny Storm, and even Reed Richards each had two Pokeballs on their belt. Doom crossed his arms. “Very well, I have shown you all of the kindness my honor demands. If you wish to charge headlong into defeat Doom will not stop you. I accept your ill-fated challenge. Come.”
And so started the epic Pokémon battle between Doctor Victor Von Doom and the Fantastic Four commenced.
You know Sue and the other Fantastic Four members would probably consider all the dead people, dead pokemon, mind slaves, and blown up buildings to be "doing something awful"
Just saying.
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From: muddersmilk | #149 You know Sue and the other Fantastic Four members would probably consider all the dead people, dead pokemon, mind slaves, and blown up buildings to be "doing something awful"
Just saying.
I did not realize Doom had the same sense of morality that the Fantastic Four had.
Nor do I believe any member of the Fantastic Four have any way of knowing any of that.
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