The Former Efferton Manor, Sunday afternoon
The real estate agent was willing to lower the price just to get out of Doom's way faster. Same with the sign maker. Being Doom was the world's best haggling tactic.
And now, Doctor Doom was the new owner of Efferton Manor. Or, as the sign outside the front gate officially called it, DOOMHAUS. It didn't fit Doom's preferred style of housing. It wasn't quite imposing enough and didn't tower over all. But it would do. It would do.
What would also do was the new sign on the gate declaring this house to be DOOMHAUS.
Like that wasn't obviously going to happen. He named entire cities after himself, of course he would name a house after himself. Maybe he could spend some time this week making Doombots to serve him in it.
[OOC: Doom is standing outside, admiring his new home. Open to passersby and, should anyone be looking for wacky sitcom happenings, possible housemates! Please note, Doom wants no housemates. HENCE THE WACKY SITCOM HAPPENINGS.]
And now, Doctor Doom was the new owner of Efferton Manor. Or, as the sign outside the front gate officially called it, DOOMHAUS. It didn't fit Doom's preferred style of housing. It wasn't quite imposing enough and didn't tower over all. But it would do. It would do.
What would also do was the new sign on the gate declaring this house to be DOOMHAUS.
Like that wasn't obviously going to happen. He named entire cities after himself, of course he would name a house after himself. Maybe he could spend some time this week making Doombots to serve him in it.
[OOC: Doom is standing outside, admiring his new home. Open to passersby and, should anyone be looking for wacky sitcom happenings, possible housemates! Please note, Doom wants no housemates. HENCE THE WACKY SITCOM HAPPENINGS.]