Hater sat in his huge ship, bored out of his mind. He almost had it all. A ship, power, weapons, everything a villain would ever dream of. But he didn't have an army.
So instead of following the evil ways of his idol, Major Threat, he just sat in his chair gazing at the planets that could've been his.
He took out his phone, scrolling through social media, jealous of all his successful friends. They had already made it onto the galactic leaderboard. Hater looked at picture after picture of his friends gloating their power.
Hater swiped away and disposed of the app and started texting his friend, Zarlax the Malevolent, who had already made the top 10.
Hater: How did I you become so successful?
Zarlax: don't know. Just did I guess.
Hater: that's helpful
Zarlax: yeah. I'm just amazing like that
Hater: no seriously though, could you help me out?
Zarlax: ok. You have a ship, weapons, and that awesome green lighting power. Did you ever hire an army?
Hater: no...
Zarlax: that's your problem. I have a guy that can help. I'll send him over to your place.
Hater: thx
Hater relaxed in his chair, now awaiting the visit of the mystery guy.
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The Clones
FanfictionHater was a young man trying to become a galactic conqueror. But he had a small problem, he needed an army. And being the impatient being he is, Hater didn't want to hire thousands of eligible soldiers. That would take too long. And he would have to...
