A Milk addicted Army
The air was thick with tension and the stench of fear as the base found itself under siege. Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the dark corridors, only to be silenced moments later by the ruthless creatures that had infiltrated the facility. They lurked in the shadows, striking with lethal efficiency before vanishing back into the darkness.
These monsters, roughly the size of a human torso, were a force to be reckoned with. Their claws, mandibles, and other deadly appendages tore through flesh and bone with ease. If a hapless victim somehow survived the initial onslaught, they would soon discover that the creatures' bites were far more insidious. Within hours, their bodies would be transformed into grotesque cocoons, providing the necessary sustenance for new monsters to be born. For each creature that fell, a dozen humans were sacrificed in their place.
In a secure location far from the carnage, the orchestrator of this massacre observed the chaos on a screen, surrounded by scientists clad in white coats and glasses. Thanos, ever calculating, inquired, "So, how is it?"
A female scientist, standing closest to the Mad Titan, excitedly replied. "The results are more than we expected, sir. These creatures, which we've based on your DNA, have the potential to become one of the most formidable armies in the world. Not only do they possess a telepathic link with each other, allowing for instantaneous communication, but some have even developed unique powers derived from your own abilities."
She continued, detailing the capabilities of the Alphas – elite creatures that had emerged from the genetically-engineered ranks. Each Alpha boasted a specific power, from psychokinesis and mental attacks to the ability to transfer their will to other beings. These exceptional individuals were a testament to the ingenuity of their creator and the boundless potential of Thanos's DNA.
As the scientist recounted her findings, she marveled at the extraordinary turn her life had taken since being employed by the mysterious purple figure. She had never anticipated working on such groundbreaking projects or witnessing the birth of a new, terrifying species.
Thanos, his attention drawn away from the screen, asked about a particular concern. "What about their... side effects? Have you found a solution?"
The woman hesitated, making a face before admitting, "No, it seems their affinity for... lactose remains unchanged, for now." On the outside, Thanos appeared stoic, but internally, he frowned at the inconvenience. The voice in his head, however, found the situation hilarious. "A milk-addicted army! Funniest shit I've ever seen!" it cackled, reveling in the Mad Titan's dismay.
Despite the unexpected quirk, Thanos recognized the potential of his army. The creatures were the product of one of his most ambitious projects, designed to help him achieve immortality. He knew that even the strongest superpowered humans had their limitations, and thus required a diverse force to overcome any obstacle.
The ever-growing, ever-spreading swarm of monsters was connected to him, and he to them. With a single thought, he could command them to attack even the most formidable adversaries. The Alphas, with their advanced intellect, would serve as commanders in his ranks, leading the charge against his enemies.
The creatures' inexplicable craving for milk was a minor setback, albeit an irritating one. Once a mission was completed, they would descend upon any milk they could find, fighting one another for the precious liquid. Thankfully, their brawls were non-lethal, but the absurdity of the situation was not lost on Thanos.
As he contemplated the future of his army, the voice in his head continued to mock him, laughing at the curse that seemed to plague his creations. But Thanos refused to be deterred. He focused on the immense power and potential that lay within these creatures, the foundation of a force that would help him achieve his ultimate goal.