Post by Dr. Akashido on Nov 20, 2010 22:16:38 GMT -5
An image suddenly appears over every television, computer monitor, and heart monitor in Japan. An insane old man cackles wildly from the screen, as he appears to reveal some big mystery.
“Listen up, pathetic, brainless citizens of Tokyo! Take the sushi out of your ear-holes for a second and release yourself from the misery of your lives with my words.”
The feed cuts to a montage of the host, but younger in a long, white, lab coat, staring at colorful fluids in beakers.
“My name is Rudolph Edwin Dwinglestein III, but you buffoons can call me Dr. Red! As you may have noticed, your stupid little city seems to have a... giant... pest problem. You could say that... is my fault... but I would like to believe I am doing this awful city a service! You see, if you have a stain on the floor, what do you do? Do you cover it? Do you ignore it? Maybe some of you lazy creatures would do that, but that's what separates a great mind like mine from your collective gibberish. Tokyo, I feel for you. Things are indeed rough, but they'll get better. A better world will rise from the ashes of this one. A better world with one genius mind as it's ruler... … … ME!”
The madman howls in laughter.
“That's right! This city and everything within it belongs to me! And how do I do it? How to I plan to capture the control of this powerless city and revive the glorious world underneath it? This is how...”
Dr. Red moves off camera and reveals a giant machine too strange, even by science-fiction standards, to describe. It glows purple and blue, as it shakes and crackle with unstable power and electricity.
“I have invented the ultimate weapon! Behind me is a machine that makes a Stargate look like a Wussgate and the Large Hadron Collider look like a sink drain. This marvelous machine creates wormholes from this dimension to another. Does it matter which? No! It merely creates a path to Tokyo. Does it matter that whatever being that falls through the portals instantly go stark-raving mad? No! Does it matter that they grow stupid-crazy big? No! These brainless beasts come over, fall under my control, and stomp whatever I say! I become their Da-Da, or at least the only one that understands their pain and confusion. My children are my wrecking balls, and, soon, these monsters will usher in the new world... my new world!!!”
“Listen up, pathetic, brainless citizens of Tokyo! Take the sushi out of your ear-holes for a second and release yourself from the misery of your lives with my words.”
The feed cuts to a montage of the host, but younger in a long, white, lab coat, staring at colorful fluids in beakers.
“My name is Rudolph Edwin Dwinglestein III, but you buffoons can call me Dr. Red! As you may have noticed, your stupid little city seems to have a... giant... pest problem. You could say that... is my fault... but I would like to believe I am doing this awful city a service! You see, if you have a stain on the floor, what do you do? Do you cover it? Do you ignore it? Maybe some of you lazy creatures would do that, but that's what separates a great mind like mine from your collective gibberish. Tokyo, I feel for you. Things are indeed rough, but they'll get better. A better world will rise from the ashes of this one. A better world with one genius mind as it's ruler... … … ME!”
The madman howls in laughter.
“That's right! This city and everything within it belongs to me! And how do I do it? How to I plan to capture the control of this powerless city and revive the glorious world underneath it? This is how...”
Dr. Red moves off camera and reveals a giant machine too strange, even by science-fiction standards, to describe. It glows purple and blue, as it shakes and crackle with unstable power and electricity.
“I have invented the ultimate weapon! Behind me is a machine that makes a Stargate look like a Wussgate and the Large Hadron Collider look like a sink drain. This marvelous machine creates wormholes from this dimension to another. Does it matter which? No! It merely creates a path to Tokyo. Does it matter that whatever being that falls through the portals instantly go stark-raving mad? No! Does it matter that they grow stupid-crazy big? No! These brainless beasts come over, fall under my control, and stomp whatever I say! I become their Da-Da, or at least the only one that understands their pain and confusion. My children are my wrecking balls, and, soon, these monsters will usher in the new world... my new world!!!”
