" My lord.... we are ready "
Doom nodded slightly and slowly rose from his chair. The soldier who had made the annoucement took a brief moment to gaze in both fear and amazement of the man who stood before him, a towering, royal symbol of power, resplendent in steel and robes of green.
So it begins... Doom thought as he made his way outside. The base was a buzz of activity and anticipation... everyone here knew that the time had come.
" We've jammed all satellite signals and radio transmission sir. This broadcast will be heard all over the world. Whenever you're ready Lord Doom "
No acknowledgement was needed from Latverian monarch... everyone knew that the time was now. Carefully, cameras began filming....
" Good evening Earth. As you are almost certainly aware, I am the infamous Victor Von Doom, monarch of Latveria. While you are most undoubtedly curious as to my business invading your mundane and pathetic lives and your television set, the answers to your questions will be provided in due time.
You see, you have all failed. Every last one of you. Not only have you failed in your disgusting excuse of a life but more importantly, you have failed me... and Doom is not one to dissapoint, as I'm sure many can attest. You have failed me because you have destroyed and crippled my faith in humanity, forever scarring any admiration I may have possessed for my fellow man. It is this dissapointment and failure that has forced me into the following action.
I have strategically planted chemical spores in almost every major city across the globe. New York, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, London, Rome, New Delhi, and Tokyo... to name a few. These spores, once triggered will release an airborne virus that is both extremely lethal and highly contagious. Once infected, the victim will die within 24 hours, experiencing insufferable pain and agony in the process.
In my palm I hold the trigger and the key to the end of you and yours. You would be advised to take the following demands VERY seriously. I am not in the business of making empty threats, and although I am not fond of the idea of killing every living thing on the face of this planet, do trust that I am still ready, willing, and able to do so if need be.
Now what, you may ask, could a man of such greatness possibly want? The answer is simple: everything. Perhaps it is a tired cliche, but understand that you have had your chance to better humanity. You have failed, and now it is Doom's turn. But for starters, I demand all trade and economic sanctions on Latveria to be lifted permanently. As well, I demand that the countries surrounding Latveria: Transylvania, Serbia, Hungary and Croatia to each put forth a motion of unconditional surredender to me. Once these demands are met, and the expansion of Latveria's borders has been finalized, we will discuss my plans for the further extension of Latverian control throughout Europe and Africa. Until then, this trigger does not leave my hand.
" Any attempts by any military or special intelligence groups from ANY nation to thwart my efforts will be taken as a direct insult and will trigger the virus. And should any self-proclaimed "super-heroes" make the oh-so-bold yet foolish decision to confront Doom, and this goes especially for Reed Richards and his Fantastic Four....
...you will not leave my presence alive. Good night, ladies and gentlemen"
With a nod, Doom went offline and began walking back towards the control room. He couldn't help but let a small smile crack across his face... he knew Richards and his band of pathetic misfits would come anyways, as they always did. Possibly the X-Men as well. Which is why he needed to be utmost prepared... he would not underestimate them again.
" Soldier. Make all efforts to contact Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, Mutant Codename: Magneto. Start with Genosha but scan New York City as well.
We will need him now.... "
h man, I'm so sorry that I forgot about you! Please don't get mad! I'm so so so sorry!
