Eastern Europe

Cyberman remains lay scattered about the streets of the quaint, gingerbread cottage town. They surrounded the imposing Gothic castle on the small mountain. Some smoked; some still sparked from exposed circuitry.

"Well, my son? Have you disposed of all those who dared invade MY homeland?"

"Yes, Father. These pitiful cyborgs had practically no shielding at all. They were no match for my electrical bolts, much less direct manipulation of their own power sources. All are destroyed. I would not let them harm our beloved country."

"And my people? What of them?"

"They cowered in fear before these so-called Cybermen, my lord. It fell to me alone to defend our borders. Even our soldiers, armed with their weapons created by your genius, did not stand and fight."

"Their actions displease me as much as yours do gratify me, my son. You begin to atone for the debacle of your sojourn in the United States. Still, we should not blame the common man overmuch if he fears the sight of an armored, implacable enemy striding towards him. They have reason to be well trained in this regard. Perhaps we find here the model for a new army, built rather than bred, in my image. Capable of keeping order here at home or extending our reach, at our pleasure."

"As you say, Father. I am sure we could improve considerably on this design, create a force truly to be feared - not just here, but around the world."

"Well said. You begin to show signs of actually deserving the name I have bestowed upon you. Perhaps one day you will be truly worthy to be known, as am I, only as... DOOM!"