>>5846665>>5846670>>5846732>>5851534>>5851543What if you toppled the Viltrumite Empire using your progeny's assistance? The thought of Thragg defeated and lying broken at your feet brings a smile to your face.
It's a long-term plan, spanning decades, but you're determined. You'll keep trying, refining the process you began with Mark. The Viltrumite genes in your hybrids will eventually take over, transforming them into full-blooded Viltrumites as they age and train to get stronger.
You consider a strategy to indoctrinate your offspring, gradually instilling in them a warrior's pride while maintaining the façade of a supportive father. Your plan is to subtly teach them to see humans as inferiors, introducing this concept slowly, methodically.
For now, you conceal your disdain, focusing instead on enlightening your future hybrid children about the differences in aging between Viltrumites and humans. You can craft a narrative about the "civil war" within the Viltrumite Empire, portraying Thragg as a tyrant who enslaved your kind.
Your teachings will emphasize the principle of survival of the fittest. To reinforce this ideology, you might even take them hunting, despite considering it a trivial pursuit given Earth's strongest predators are no more than playthings to you.
Through this careful and gradual indoctrination, you aim to forge warriors loyal to you, ready to challenge the Viltrumite Empire and ensure your reign as the ultimate ruler.
A few days following Cecil's funeral, Donald Ferguson, Cecil's assistant, approaches you. "Nolan, can I have a word?" he inquires.
"Of course," you respond, maintaining the facade of a benevolent hero, even as you internally scorn his human frailty.
"Cecil's death wasn't an accident," Donald confides in a hushed tone. "Someone tampered with his brakes. I... I'm not sure who I can trust anymore."
"Who else is aware of this?" you inquire, keeping your voice steady and composed.
"Just you and me," he replies.
>>How do you respond?>How could Darkwing do this?>This must be the work of Red Rush and his Russian handlers. They'll regret this!>It seems like an extraterrestrial plot... to think Martian Man would betray our trust!>Trusting Aquarus was a grave mistake on our part.>Your decision to trust only me shows great wisdom, Donald. (Then proceed to kill him).