Hello! This is the fourth topic in the adventures of Dr. Victor Von Doom's journey of conquest, slaughter, and dominion over the region of Kanto in the wider world of Pokemon. So far Doom has faced many not so tough challenges and has, as always, proven more than up to the task of claiming what is always his: victory. He currently has one badge, the Boulder Badge of Pewter City, and is looking for another as he is locked into mortal combat with Misty the Moist Mistress of Cerulean. He has done a lot already in his time in Kanto but the bulk of his journey is still ahead of him. If he is to defeat the Elite Four he will have to go to new heights of intelligence and new depths of madness. I have a funny feeling he's going to be alright.
If you would like to get caught up with the glorious triumphs of Doom or merely wish to re-read some of your favorite parts of the story it can be found at the Board 8 Wiki:
http://board8.wikia.com/wiki/Doctor_Doom_travels_through_Kanto_with_a_Magikarp_as_his_starter
It can also be found in a slightly more organized version on fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6803324/1/ although this is a couple of chapters behind since Board 8 has first dibs on the majesty of Doom.
The Legend Continues...
Doctor Doom did not impress easily but a turtle with cannons on its back flying around doing its best human torch impression, minus the fire of course, was enough to at least intrigue Doom. The Blastoise turned its attention to Doom and let out a growl.
Doom raised an eyebrow. It appeared that the creature had gone completely berserk in exchange for its newfound strength and speed. The move rage slackened the harness of sanity from the mind and this allowed the body to reach its true potential. The creature did not even have the survival instincts to realize that looking upon Doom with such naked aggression had led to the enslavement or death of things far stronger than itself.
Doom made a mental note to teach every single Pokemon he had this move. Doom could never have enough abilities which enabled Doom to use Doom’s tools, what others referred to as Pokemon, to their maximum potential. Anything less would be uncivilized, for it would not be Doom, and Doom is nothing if not civilized.
“Is your Pokemon knocked out only after one punch from Blastoise?” Misty mocked. “And here I thought this might provide some challenge.” Misty had conveniently forgotten that her Blastoise now had only one arm to punch with due to the very same Pokemon that she now mocked. She should really work on that short term memory.
Doom’s eyes hardened as he looked down into the large pool. He knew the parameters of all of his Pokemon perfectly, for knowledge was power and Doom was the most powerful of them all. That Blastoise didn’t have the strength, enraged or not, to knock out his Slowbro in one hit. At least it better not if Slowbro wished to continue breathing. This could only mean one thing.
“Slowbro,” Doom said. He sounded very angry as people tend to do when they are, in fact, angry.
A few moments later Slowbro bobbed up from the bottom of the pool. “Bro?” it responded to its master in its normal tone of blissful ignorance.
“Has Doom told you what he does to those that deign to show sloth in the face of adversity?” Doom said silkily.
Slowbro made stabbing motions with his paws while shouting excitedly before doing what could only be described as a Slowbro’s version of an evil cackle.
Doom nodded his head. “Exactly. Now what exactly do you think Doom is going to do to you?”
Slowbro stared blankly at Doom for a moment before the Pokemon began to look sick.
Doom smirked. “You are indeed slow, but Doom sees you have caught up to the topic at hand. Since you understand, Doom would advise doing something, anything, to get back into his good graces.”