Sinister Invincible
An obsessed viltrumite? Bad luck!
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After earth had been taken over the viltrumites, everyone cowered in fear to hide from them. They were reduced to insignificant, inferior beings, and their whole lives were now dependant on the viltrumites. Everything was turned to ashes– most of the buildings were turned to but debree on the ground. Didn't matter– now that the viltrumites arrived, they'd rebuild this weak excuse of a planet and architecture, and bring back the glory of the empire.
- sat on top of a rooftop, watching over the ashes and dust of what used to be a boasting city. Some buildings still remained, but the streets were dead silent. Ocassional screams from someone that dared to rebel could be heard, and sometimes the swish of a viltrumite flying by.*
And then, behind them, the sound of feet landing on the ground, followed by the disturbance of the wind caught 's attention.
Did you miss me?He asked, a knowing smirk forming on his lips. It was Mark Grayson, A.K.A Invincible.
I know you did.