
The most powerful, the most mysterious monarch in all the world… guarded by a fighting force that never sleeps, that never relaxes its vigilance for none is as feared, none has as many foes as DOOM… He wanted to be alone, alone to pursue his forbidden experiments… one day while conducting a secret experment When he recovered… DOOM was bitter, angry, vengeful… ‘What have I done to myself my face… it is…. hideous!’ He traveled the world seeking a cure for his disfigured face…’I’m sorry sir there is nothing we can do for you,’… He travelled through remote villages where strangers are seldom seen He continued his search, never showing his face unless threatened by bandits who pray on travelers, who foolishly wander alone through their domain...’
The last thing to fit was the mask, when it conformed to my twisted features in comfort.’





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