Bobbycrane
04-22-2012, 05:06 PM
God is dead. That's what I read in Time magazine.
The human race has learnt to live without God, without fear of being turned into a pillar of salt or plagued by locusts. God always had a short temper, was cruel and unreasonable in his demands. So mankind came to hate and resent God. To believe in themselves instead of him.
The Greeks knew who to worship. Take a God like Poseidon. If you wanted to see Poseidon at work you just looked at the sea. The sea covers three quarters of the Earth's surface. A God who crushes boats and swallows men beneath the waves deserves to be worshipped.
From my observation chamber I can see the small submarine making it's way towards my palace. Within it is the final component of my new weapon, a nuclear warhead. With this weapon I will take my rightful place amongst the Kings and Gods of men. My rightful place in human history. How can they rule themselves? They are insects. The strong carve their empires from the mass of weak, squirming bodies called the human race. Beneath the waves I rule, unchallenged. Water is my element, my domain. I am the king of all oceans. I am Poseidon incarnate. As such I have taken this name as my own. I am 'Doctor Poseidon'.
They tried to stop me several times. MI6 sent a notoriously lecherous spy into my aquatic layer. He discovered my plan but failed to escape. His bones are the cause of some poor tiger shark's indigestion. After defeating a handful of minor vigilantes they summoned one of their heroes, 'Paragon Man'. Wearing a garish, tight fitting outfit this champion of the untermensch came crashing into my palace. He was strong. He killed many of my employees, caused damage to the water purifying facility and even put a crack in one of the aquatic biomes. But this puerile display of strength was unsuccessful in stopping me. We had met before and I knew his weakness. Condensing the sun's rays I immolated this so called representative of 'justice'; whose speed, strength, power of flight and mastery of atomic lasers were misplaced gifts. I have been given no such gifts, yet destiny has chosen a path of absolute power for me to follow.
As a child I knew I was different. I watched as my classmates, mere humans, struggled with the academic challenges presented to them. Easily distracted by trivial matters such as fashion or romance they could never be anything more than servants to greater beings. I struggled to convince them of my superiority and they derided me for my inability to understand them. It was at the age of twenty six that I decided to challenge the system which oppressed me.
My first bank robbery was performed with what would become my hallmark; flooding the building. In later years I would incorporate sharks, sea lions, even a giant squid, into my work. I was caught several times, first when my trained dolphins were followed to my hideout in the docklands, a second and third time when defeated by costumed crime fighters. They would put me in prison and eventually a psychiatric hospital. I would be released or escape and return to my work. Finally, during my sixth defeat at the hands of a much younger, more enthusiastic (and less dead) Paragon Man I questioned my chosen path in life. I was thirty two years old. I was broke. Single. My hideout a decaying warehouse in the docklands.
I had failed in my chosen career. But then I realized why. I had been so busy lashing out at the society I detested and it's inhabitants I hadn't seen the bigger picture. The real cause of my anguish; the lies, pretence and hypocrisy of 'justice' and 'freedom'. In prison I befriended 'Astro Gargoyle', once the dictator of a small Eastern European nation, who became my mentor. This friendship continued after my release and inspired me to create my own empire. I just needed to wait for the right time...A time which has now come.
The human race has learnt to live without God, without fear of being turned into a pillar of salt or plagued by locusts. God always had a short temper, was cruel and unreasonable in his demands. So mankind came to hate and resent God. To believe in themselves instead of him.
The Greeks knew who to worship. Take a God like Poseidon. If you wanted to see Poseidon at work you just looked at the sea. The sea covers three quarters of the Earth's surface. A God who crushes boats and swallows men beneath the waves deserves to be worshipped.
From my observation chamber I can see the small submarine making it's way towards my palace. Within it is the final component of my new weapon, a nuclear warhead. With this weapon I will take my rightful place amongst the Kings and Gods of men. My rightful place in human history. How can they rule themselves? They are insects. The strong carve their empires from the mass of weak, squirming bodies called the human race. Beneath the waves I rule, unchallenged. Water is my element, my domain. I am the king of all oceans. I am Poseidon incarnate. As such I have taken this name as my own. I am 'Doctor Poseidon'.
They tried to stop me several times. MI6 sent a notoriously lecherous spy into my aquatic layer. He discovered my plan but failed to escape. His bones are the cause of some poor tiger shark's indigestion. After defeating a handful of minor vigilantes they summoned one of their heroes, 'Paragon Man'. Wearing a garish, tight fitting outfit this champion of the untermensch came crashing into my palace. He was strong. He killed many of my employees, caused damage to the water purifying facility and even put a crack in one of the aquatic biomes. But this puerile display of strength was unsuccessful in stopping me. We had met before and I knew his weakness. Condensing the sun's rays I immolated this so called representative of 'justice'; whose speed, strength, power of flight and mastery of atomic lasers were misplaced gifts. I have been given no such gifts, yet destiny has chosen a path of absolute power for me to follow.
As a child I knew I was different. I watched as my classmates, mere humans, struggled with the academic challenges presented to them. Easily distracted by trivial matters such as fashion or romance they could never be anything more than servants to greater beings. I struggled to convince them of my superiority and they derided me for my inability to understand them. It was at the age of twenty six that I decided to challenge the system which oppressed me.
My first bank robbery was performed with what would become my hallmark; flooding the building. In later years I would incorporate sharks, sea lions, even a giant squid, into my work. I was caught several times, first when my trained dolphins were followed to my hideout in the docklands, a second and third time when defeated by costumed crime fighters. They would put me in prison and eventually a psychiatric hospital. I would be released or escape and return to my work. Finally, during my sixth defeat at the hands of a much younger, more enthusiastic (and less dead) Paragon Man I questioned my chosen path in life. I was thirty two years old. I was broke. Single. My hideout a decaying warehouse in the docklands.
I had failed in my chosen career. But then I realized why. I had been so busy lashing out at the society I detested and it's inhabitants I hadn't seen the bigger picture. The real cause of my anguish; the lies, pretence and hypocrisy of 'justice' and 'freedom'. In prison I befriended 'Astro Gargoyle', once the dictator of a small Eastern European nation, who became my mentor. This friendship continued after my release and inspired me to create my own empire. I just needed to wait for the right time...A time which has now come.