Doctor Doom proceeded to the entrance of the S.S. Anne where an usher waited for him.
“Welcome to the S.S. Anne, sir. May I see your ticket?” asked the young man.
Doom smiled cruelly. “No you may not.” Doom waved his hand and the usher was launched several hundred feet into the air as Doom made his way onto the cruise ship. Doom had been given a ticket by Bill so that he could retrieve his property in a quiet manner without raising any suspicion. Doom was no longer in a quiet mood and if there were no survivors there wouldn’t be anyone left to be suspicious.
There has never been better logic in all of history.
Doom recalled that Lance had said that within the halls and decks of this ship there were several strong trainers from entirely different regions. This was good, perhaps they could give Doom even a fraction of a challenge before he painted the walls red with the blood of their Pokémon.
Doom had not taken five steps into the ship before he was accosted by a cheery middle-aged woman.
“Oh that’s a beautiful mask! Did you get that in the Hoenn region?” She asked.
Doom clenched his fists. This was perfect, already there was a fool in his path ready to be destroyed!
“Doom challenges you to a Pokémon battle,” Doom said grandly.
The woman looked sheepish, not bothered in the slightest that he had ignored her question. “I don’t have any Pokémon I am afraid, I am just here seeing the sights.”
Doom growled. “Then you are merely in Doom’s way! Doom removes all obstacles!” Doom threw a vicious right cross at the woman’s head causing her entire body to be violently lifted off the ground and slammed into the side of the cabin.
Doom stepped over her body without a second thought and proceeded to where he knew the main deck was. The blueprints he had obtained had been very easy to memorize, after all. Doom had made a commitment to conquer this world through Pokémon mastery and not something as mundane and unsophisticated as murder but if he did not find a trainer soon Doom had no problems making a mistake and slaughtering everyone on the ship. Doom would have to make it to himself later.
Doom reached the deck in short order and his eyes lit up in excitement as he saw dozens of trainers who each looked ready for battle. This would be glorious.
As Doom was about to challenge the nearest one an object suddenly struck the deck thirty feet away from Doom and a red liquid, undoubtedly blood, spilled out from the impact.
Doom, a master of physics, mathematics, and the anatomy of the human body did not even need to look to realize that it was the usher he had gently displaced from the ground finally coming down from his foray into the upper atmosphere. Doom frowned as he noticed exactly where he had landed. Doom had wanted the corpse to be impaled on the spike that was two feet away from where the body had ended up. Doom needed more practice with flinging around live test subjects. Doom eyed the dozens of horrified trainers in front of him.
Easily solved.
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Sir Chris
The Cult of Personality.