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I kind of picture Magneto having faked his own death (dude probably does it in his sleep, by this point). Is he building a new doomsday device? Planning the destruction of his most hated foes? Peddling Kick for kicks? Nah. He's sipping Manhattans (or perhaps, in an uncharacteristically humble twist, mixing them) at some luxurious hotel bar. Chillin.
"Why Charles, of course you haven't seen me. There is simply no need. Years of conflict have proven pointless, for all we have done is divide the world into two areas of though. How much sweeter for both of us, old friend, that I give you what you want. An end to conflict; hegemony over every mutant on the planet; Your dream, realized. And when every mutant and human comes to terms with your little ideals and ridiculous expectations, and they look for something else as is their oh-so human nature, what do you think they will find? Whose ideas will they come across, with the conviction they are self generated? Only when you have to take control of every higher organism on the planet to save them from self destruction will you realize: They cannot be saved. The only mercy here is euthanasia, and you will have denied it to them."
shit, I could go on all night. That's just how I see it, anyway.
Or maybe, he's maxin and relaxin, spinning mad trax on 'lectomagnetic wax, prophesisin wit his mad mutant proteges, Juggernaut. MC Superior, as it were. |
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