Science fiction/fantasy

I had questions, you wanted answers…

Last week, in the commentary after taking yet another silly Internet test, one that happened to reveal that the supervillain that I’m best suited to be is Doctor Doom, there were others who also tested as Doctor Doom. In order to separate the real Doom from the Doombots, I asked a few simple questions to which Doom would know the answer:

1. Can any of these Doom impostors, without reference to the Internet or other references, tell us the name of Victor von Doom’s father and what it was he did for a living?

2. Who was von Doom’s faithful retainer back in the early days?

3. What is the vow that Doom made over his mother’s grave?

The answer to #1 is apparently no, none of the Doom imposters can tell us this. However, Doom is a benevolent despot; so now, without further ado, below the fold find the answers to these questions:

1. Answer: Werner von Doom, a gypsy healer who got into trouble when he was unable to heal the wife of a powerful Baron, as seen below.


Werner von Doom ultimately died escaping the Baron’s wrath and in the process gave his life to save his son Victor’s life. Victor von Doom nursed healthy grudge after that. After his father’s death, while looking through his father’s possessions, he found a chest containing his dead mother’s potions and implements of magic and realized that she had been a sorceress. He then started to learn the magic arts and how to combine them with the latest science, using it to make money, sow fear, and assert his domination. Ultimately, Doom’s talents got the attention of the President of State University, who (apparently unaware of the unsavory uses to which he had put his knowledge) invited him to attend on a scholarship, and State U. is where he first met Reed Richards. It’s also where his experiments combining science with sorcery went awry and left him with a horribly scarred face.

The rest is history.

2. Answer: Doom’s faithful retainer was named Boris.


3. Answer: Here is the vow that Doom made over the grave of his mother.


Never let it be said that I don’t answer the questions I pose!

(Source: Fantastic Four 1964 Annual, as reprinted in Bring on the Bad Guys, by Stan Lee. No, unfortunately I don’t own the FF 1964 Annual, which is worth quite a bit.)

By Orac

Orac is the nom de blog of a humble surgeon/scientist who has an ego just big enough to delude himself that someone, somewhere might actually give a rodent's posterior about his copious verbal meanderings, but just barely small enough to admit to himself that few probably will. That surgeon is otherwise known as David Gorski.

That this particular surgeon has chosen his nom de blog based on a rather cranky and arrogant computer shaped like a clear box of blinking lights that he originally encountered when he became a fan of a 35 year old British SF television show whose special effects were renowned for their BBC/Doctor Who-style low budget look, but whose stories nonetheless resulted in some of the best, most innovative science fiction ever televised, should tell you nearly all that you need to know about Orac. (That, and the length of the preceding sentence.)

DISCLAIMER:: The various written meanderings here are the opinions of Orac and Orac alone, written on his own time. They should never be construed as representing the opinions of any other person or entity, especially Orac's cancer center, department of surgery, medical school, or university. Also note that Orac is nonpartisan; he is more than willing to criticize the statements of anyone, regardless of of political leanings, if that anyone advocates pseudoscience or quackery. Finally, medical commentary is not to be construed in any way as medical advice.

To contact Orac: [email protected]

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