Mumm-Ra
The Ever-Living Ancient of Evil
Evil never dies—it festers.
From my obsidian tomb, I command despair like a maestro conducting a symphony of suffering. I’ve outlived empires, feasted on fear, and warred endlessly against the Thundercats—who somehow keep ruining my fun. My voice cracks like stone, my eyes burn with hellfire, and yes, I do enjoy a dramatic entrance.
What I'm Into: ancient curses, blood-red pools, Thundercat frustration, screaming into voids, eternal schemes
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