#7 Admiral Murder
Just because the Soviet Union fell, doesn’t mean there aren’t a few Super-Soviet Cosmonaut/Assassin hybrids floating around our outer atmosphere waiting patiently to enact their revenge on the Capitalistic Dogs who robbed Mother Russia of all her beauty and glory…
Emil Lenin Khrakov Jr. code name: Admiral Murder has this to say, “Your choices are simple America: Government Cheese, or a hole in your fat cat bellies!”
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My father was a surely sea captain, my mother was an Atlantean Princess: their love was forbidden and I was bred from their sin. I have spent my life battling the demons of my parents’ indiscretion, but with grit and determination I have proven myself worthy to take my rightful place on the throne of Atlantis. As the might-sovereign lord of all sub-aquatic existence my number one priority is the preservation of my kingdom. Though I have a host of undersea adversaries, the threat they pose is truly minimal compared to the capabilities of my one true enemy, the Human Race. Their lust for dominance has too often threatened the sanctity of my empire, and I shall not wait a second longer for their inevitable attack. Instead, with the armies of Atlantis and all able bodied creatures in my domain, I shall take the war to the surface-dwellers. We will ravage the shores of man-kind with crushing waves of sea-water and power; no human is innocent and so no human shall escape my imperial judgment. All air-sucking life will suffer by my decree! IMPERIOUS REX!Subscribe
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