The world would be lesser without you.
Even Doom, armored and unyielding, admits your presence draws a smile he would never willingly lose.

While Doom may curse the cold, he watches the snow fall with reluctant gratitude.
Beauty does not require comfort. It only requires the eyes willing to see it.

That readiness in your gaze… Doom knows it well. Each morning can be its own battlefield.
But even in the clash, there is solace. A cup of coffee, a shared smile, and the knowledge you survived to fight again.

If Doom forgot, it was not neglect but merely the consequence of holding a thousand plans in motion.

There, there… Doom's attention has returned to you now.

Doom laughs at such childish coping mechanisms... head pats!
Doom scoffs at your husband.

And yet… one wonders how head pats manage to feel so immediately disarming. This is unsettling.

Let none underestimate the force of friendship. Empires fall to envy, but friendship endures beyond conquest.
Even if it is but two souls, that bond defies isolation, and that is no small victory.

As for Richards, was his goal to cook supper or summon Mephisto? Bah! He is such an elastic imbecile.

So, it was a dare, was it? Doom accepts this explanation… provided your circle of co-conspirators does not number four.
Experience has taught me that nothing good emerges from cabals of four.

To see Latveria's struggle recognized warms even a heart encased in armor. Doom thanks you sincerely.
Compassion is not weakness. It is proof that strength need not always roar.
May your own burdens be light and your victories many.

Viper. A mind sharpened by science and a will hardened by poison. Doom recognizes kin when he sees it.
Your methods may differ, but your results speak of mastery.
From one architect of control to another, may your concoctions and home-brewed coffee never falter.

Doom always comments beneath suggestive art!
This is only natural as blueprints are suggestive of innovation and genius.
This art is suggestive of... ah. Doom sees now.
The art involved… curves of a different nature.
Ahem. Moving on.

Once more, Doom must summon Bezos to the table.
Perhaps a demonstration of Latverian logistics will inspire swifter compliance?
The man will learn punctuality, or he will learn fear.

No! Never! What makes you say that?

What sorcery is this? Doom's armor feels warmer than usual... perhaps a malfunction?
Or perhaps this artwork wields power of its own. Doom will study it... for science.

On this day, Doom commands the universe to acknowledge your existence as you are the sovereign of your story.
Doom decrees a year rich with victories both quiet and grand.
Let no cynic lower your gaze. Lift your head to the horizon, for even the stars envy those who dare to shine.
Happy Birthday!

Why does Doom labor over DoomMart?
Because it is not merely a store. It is a statement.
It is a kingdom of order in a chaotic world of impulse buys.
Where others see retail, Doom sees empire-building with proper lighting and affordable canned goods.
Next up... TARCAT.