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Within the skies of the planet, a small armada of warships would be making their way towards South Island. The huge crimson red Mako Gunships were only eclipsed by the colossal Sawfish Battleships, whose runway decks allowed for dozens of turrets to be at the ready for combat.

These vessels transported their master; the feared and grandiose Doctor Eggman. He remained in the bridge of the flagship, plotting the course to a familiar bunch of ruins known as the Labyrinth Zone.

Cutting through the sky like a knife and casting a shadow over South Island as they did so, the fleet eventually made it over towards their destination, and the doctor raced down to the hanger like a kid on Christmas Day.

There sat a pristine, recently rebuilt Egg Drillster Mark II, boasting grey plating with golden yellow highlights, a large drill which was able to swivel two hundred and seventy degrees so it can burrow at almost any angle. Climbing into the cockpit, the doctor flew down onto the ground and slammed into the top of the ruins, causing the ground to shake and crack before finally giving way and shattering like terracotta, allowing Eggman to tunnel straight into the zone without having to navigate through the trap filled halls.

The doctor was curious more than anything, and frankly still a bit sore from all the losses he suffered here on South Island. His hypothesis was simple: If he dug straight through the land and made a big enough hole, the island which sailed across the waves would eventually sink, and take all that failure along with it.

All he needed was no distractions and everything should go swimmingly…

Think of it! Smog-filled skies! No plant-life! Or life in general as a matter of fact! Aside from yours truly of course! Just me, my roller coasters, and my robots!

From the deepest bowels of a mighty fortress, a villain of only the vilest caliber would be making himself home. The stench of rotten eggs and smog would cause anything that dared breathe in his presence to choke. It’s a good thing he surrounds himself with robots. Isn’t it?

The disgustingly devious doctor would be marching down to his primary place of plotting like he owned the place, (which he did. And don’t forget it!) wearing his bulbous frame with complete and utter confidence. With a smile and an occasional snarl, Ivo Robotnik started his work.

The doctor diligently decompiled every dastardly thought from his depraved mind, letting out a mighty cackle at some and shaking his head at others. He eventually landed on one that caught his eyes in a way the others hadn’t.

No wait. That was just the sun. Robotnik shielded his crimson red irises from the blinding light that was peaking through his window.

“Curse that horribly beautiful sun! How can I take over Mobius when that ball of gas already shines on every last inch?!”

Robotniks face turned as read as a dodgeball and looked out the window to yell at nothing in particular, only to stop dead in his tracks and jot down some notes. Once everything was squared away he raced deeper into his base of badness.

Later in the lab.

The vile villain who was vehemently opposed to and quite vexed by the Sun was welding himself a new toy to play with! A machine that will blot out all natural light, creating a vast and all-encompassing smog cloud in his stead.

Robotnik spent hours in his lair, with not a speck of the suns rays shining on of his cone-shaped head, and once his plan is completed there won’t be any sunlight to bounce off his bald head!

Taking the finished and very much untested prototype into his Egg-O-Matic Hovercraft, Robotnik shifted the somehow-gear-stick-operated-flying-machine into high gear and raced off into the horizon, making a B-Line towards the highest peak of the planet, leaving a literal smoke screen as he did so.

I’ll tell you exactly how your ideas are inferior to mine!