I don't see why not. As long as we see a good sample, you should be fine.
Well, It's late and I'm fairly tired after work so I'm not up to writing anything new tonight, but here is something I wrote a while ago featuring Doom.
Lightening danced across the midnight sky illuminating the grassy region known as Latveria. An old structure stood atop a hill looming over a small village like a deadly shadow, its walls high and its moat deep, a fortress.
Inside music and entertainment occupied the inhabitants. People cheered and laughed at the jesters and musicians, the food was warm and the drink plenty, yet still an air of mysticism and foreboding claimed the otherwise joyous halls.
More wine! Were down to the last dozen bottles! At the rate Ivan is throwing it down it wont last out the night. Joked a hearty man, his beard slightly unkept yet otherwise smartly dressed, an air of importance and nobility surrounded him.
Bah! Im doing the drinking for the both of us it seems old friend. Its a celebration is it not? Ivan took another large swig of his drink.
Sure looks that way, although Im not entirely sure what were sposed to be celebrating, hiccupped another man, food crammed into his mouth by an eager fist.
The hall was filled with people celebrating, Long tables scattered around, filled to the brim with food. Another loud cheer erupted as several entertainers began to juggle with flame.
An unoccupied throne stood at the end of the stretching hall, its grandeur and elegance said a lot about its owner, the instigator of these festivities. The lords absence had not gone unnoticed; many of the conversations that night were discussions of the whereabouts of one Victor Von Doom.
Humph, hes probably in the basement tinkering away at his beloved machines. Hes so far in his own little world that he has most likely forgotten about the invitations he sent out. Another nobleman declared in a rather loud and obnoxious voice.
Not so loud Hector, You forget that you are but a Lord of Latveria, Victor is our ruler and youd best stay your tongue. Yes, the people love him.
Well the people arent privy to his company, hes psychotic. Wed be better off without him; we were more than comfortable before his arrival. What makes the son of a gypsy so special that he usurps the governors and seizes our land? He probably only keeps us around to amuse himself. Hector said loudly so everybody could here.
And amusing you are Lord Hector A towering figure had taken up his throne, a cloaked hood casting shadows over his masked face.
I am well aware of the courts mindset; you would have me killed, if you were not so spineless.
Lord Doom, let me be the first to congratulate you on such a fine feast. Squealed a small man, his face clearly terrified at the mere sight of his dictator. Im sure I speak for everyone when I say your are most mistaken sire, we do not wish you harm. Hector has had a bit too much to drink, that is all. We are lo-
I am mistaken am I? You think I am wrong? That I am not wise? Doom interrupted before the small man could finish. Now practically trembling the man stepped back toward the rest of the nobles.
No, no of cour-
You think you can do a better job of leading the people of Latveria? You wish to usurp me is that it? Doom said calmly, his voice deep yet unthreatening.
The man did not speak. Hector decided to in his stead. Now see here Doom- A burst of energy sent the soon to be lifeless body of Hector slamming against a far wall.
The room gasped and looked at the singed corpse, looking between there ruler and there dead friend most of the noblemen just stood and stared. Victor Von Doom rose from his chair silently and surveyed his audience.
Anybody else care to share their sentiments? The room was deathly silent. The small man stepped forward.
My lord
Why did you call us all here?
I am going away for a time. Do not fret, for I shall return. In my place I leave you all in charge of your respective lands. Doom answered, speaking to his guests with a sneer beneath his mask. Pathetic creatures Victor thought. He hated the fact he actually had use for these snivelling beings. It had been Doom who had taken control of these people 4 years ago, given them freedom and order, and how do they repay him? With disloyalty and murderous intentions.
I shall take care of certain situations upon my return.
Where are you going Lord Doom? And for how long? spoke Ivan.
Do not worry, I shall return in a short while. I am going away on business; a certain item has come to my attention, an item I desire greatly. But it is no business of yours Ivan, nor of anybodies in this hall. Now leave, all of you. I must prepare for my trip. The nobles began to slowly exit the hall constantly looking between the body of Hector and there dictator, Dr. Doom.
By the time the men had reached the doors Doom had left his throne, his sweeping cloak lashed behind a door on his way down to the dungeons.
We cant allow this to continue Whispered a man to the rest Dooms departure may give us the opportunity we need
Hope that's OK, its a fairly recent prologue to a bigger story that never got off the ground.
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