I don't know about canon.. but it's pretty good regardless. 
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
Yeah. Liked it. Had character.
Interesting. Very interesting. 
There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. --The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
They laughed at me.
"Vital signs have stabilized, my lord."
They laughed, oh yes they laughed.
"What is the purpose in creating this... this..."
"His plans are not your place to question!"
And then...
... and then there was pain.
"Double-check the shields. We can't be too careful."
Pain.
Pain pain pain pain pain PAIN
... pain.
Am I dead?
"Psychic fluctuations detected, my lord. Shield strength has been increased to maximum."
"What power!"
Power?
What about power? What can I do with power?
Oh, the possibilities.
Power...
"... pressure gauges read normal. Power yield has improved by seventy percent."
"His lordship will be pleased. Deploy these against the heroes at..."
Heroes.
Yes, the heroes. And the hero. The hero that burned and blasted and broke and maimed and crippled and killed...
... am I dead?
Heroes. They laughed at me.
They will laugh no more.
"What about other organics?"
"We've managed to salvage his eyes, at least. As for everything else..."
Am I dead?
Who/what am I?
I have no eyes and I must see and I have no ears and I must listen and I have no mouth and I must
"The new housing is complete, sir."
"Good work."
"Sir, I must question the use of this mechanism. We have relied faithfully on steam to power our..."
Power.
Power power power.
I have nothing left but my mind.
Let me think...
... think...
"The operation is running like clockwork, my lord."
"Paragon City will fall to its knees!"
... think...
... clockwork.
Clockwork. Bits and pieces and nuts and bolts and screws and iron and copper and metal and rust and time...
Paragon City.
Will fall to its knees.
And the heroes.
Will die.
"He's escaping!"
"Sound alarums! We must not let him-"
I can sense/think I can think/sense I can SEE
Little humans running around. Like ants.
But there are so many of them. Oh so many. An army.
An army of them...
"Stand down."
"But-"
"I repeat, stand down. Our lord has ordered it."
I will create my own army.
I will create my own army, and they will conquer this city.
Paragon City will fall, and the heroes will die.
And in its place, I will create my own empire. A perfect, beautiful empire.
Running like clockwork.
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((Just something I cooked up in fifteen minutes. As such, may be non-canon.))
Current main:
Schrodinger's Gun, Dual Pistols/Mental Blaster, Virtue
Avatar: Becky Miyamoto from Pani Poni Dash. Roulette roulette~