>>6127580>Art(A): Pierre Loyvet>Alt-Text: Dr Essex, A pale man wearing a black cape with a red diamond on his head, stands in the shadow of Apocalypse, a giant blue man.>Dialogue Samples: Kieron Gillen, Peter Gilligan, Trini Howard, Jonathan Hickman, Michael Edens, Bob Harras & Eric Lewald, Peach MomokoYou are Doctor Nathaniel Essex, the smartest man alive. And soon to be more. Yes!
After years of slaving away for lesser men and foreigners like Osborn and that annoying Austrian, you have finally perfected the Essex Factor Transplant.
Just one inoculation and you will join the hallowed halls of the Great Mutation.
You almost want to thank Oscorp for denying you Human test subjects. Almost.
<span class="mu-i">*prick*</span>
What? Nothing?! Impossible. Your calculations were perfect! At this very moment, your flesh should be brimming with the awesome potential of mutant pow<span class="mu-i">aagagahahahahahahah!!!!</span>
<span class="mu-s">So below</span>
<span class="mu-s">_______</span>
<span class="mu-s">ǝʌoqɐ sɐ</span>
<span class="mu-s">Defend this broken land.</span>
<span class="mu-s">The old world passes away. Together we shall forge a new one</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">IN FIRE AND BLOOD</span>
Oh, bother. Didn’t all that vomit on the floor used to be <span class="mu-i">inside</span> your stomach?
On your feet base creature, even bound to your pathetic form, Apocalypse does not kneel.
Those visions I saw, the power was... <span class="mu-i"> delectable</span>.
A mere echo of my eternal glory. Aeons have I shaped this world, building wonders beyond imagination. Yet each was a simple diversion compared to what I could forge from the stock of true greatness.
Oh, if you want breeding stock, you picked a perfect time to burrow into my wonderful cerebellum.
The Great Mutation is at hand. We have a whole planet full of super studs and dames to build our grand empire.
OUR?!
The smell of your own cooked flesh fills the room. A hot poker of pain bursts from your forehead.
Your previously immaculate complexion fades to a rippled battleship gray.
Feel my power burn within you and know it is only a reflection of my splendor. When you drown this worldbeneath you, it is Apocolypse who is the Deluge!
Endopathic power flows through your veins. You can rearrange your molecules as easily as Sir Elgar could compose a symphony.
A <span class="mu-i"> fabulous </span> black cape sprouts from your back. If you’re to be the Disraeli of the new world, you may as well look the part.
It is time to build the new order. How do you begin?
>The Four HorsemenRecruit the most powerful mutants you can find to lead your Ultimate Army.
>Bar SinisterCollect mutant DNA to build an army of clones and custom-built hybrid mutants.
>Children of the AtomSpread the Revelation of X, forming a congregation in worship of Apocalypse.</span>
