
Doomstadt, Latveria. Hardly a place that one could call welcoming. But today it’s gates were thrown open and a crowd of Minimates, some of them Superheroes, some of them “normals” as well as members of the press and even some supporters of the SHMRA (Super Human Minimate Registration Act) came to hear the Overlord’s latest proclaimation. Though not confirmed it is thought that at least a few members of the resistance were in attendance as well.
A hush fell over the crowd as Evil JP appeared on a balcony high above. He let his subjects take in his new appearance before launching into an animated speech,“From this day forth, I shall no longer be known as Evil JP. I am now Jean-Pierre, the Supreme Overlord and Ruler of the World.”
The crowd below the balcony applauded weakly.
Bellowed the Overlord, “Today I have signed into law the Super-Human Minimate Registration Act. All super-human Minimates must immediately register with the government. Those who register and support registration will identify themselves with this handy red and black circle symbol. Those who don’t wear the symbol will be executed.”
As if on cue some of his Ministers and their aides appeared beneath the balcony proudly displaying their arm-bands as if they were medals of honor. The crowd gasped in shock.
“I have decided to make black, gold, and red the official Imperial colors,” boomed the Overlord. “Anyone who desecrates these colors and symbols will be executed.”
An uncomfortable silence fell over the crowd.
“I do this for the good of all Minimates everywhere,” yelled the Overlord. “Long live the Empire!”
“Long live the Empire,” the crowed mumbled unenthusiastically.
The Overlord beamed with happiness. He was certain his popularity ratings would skyrocket now that he had unveiled his jazzy new “soft and friendly” image to the world. He spun on his heels, his cape billowing behind him, and he disappeared back into the castle. His ministers and their aides faded into the shadows and were gone.
The sun was just about to crest the Latverian mountains in the distance but despite the inevitable breaking of day it felt as if a shadow had fallen on the courtyard. The crowd stood silent, heads tilted up to the now empty balcony. Slowly they seemed to regain their senses and they left the courtyard in small groups until only one person remained.
He slowly removed the hood of his cloak to reveal his metal visage. “I don’t care what you’re calling yourself now,” he whispered through clenched teeth, “I will be the ruler of Latveria once again and I will see you dead!” With as great a flourish as the Overlord, Dr. Doom swept out of the castle and disappeared…