Here's something from a recent arrest, a small excerpt from a post-incarceration interview with one Adjutant Skamiodra, arrested in Founder's Falls in an underground Council base, illuminating a bit about the Council's super-soldier formula for us.
The rush, it's what I live for now. I can feel my veins expanding, my pupils dialating, my whole body trembling with power. But, lemme tell you, that feeling doesn't last. Your body adjusts pretty damn quickly. You only get a few days of the rush. Sometimes I wonder if maybe it would be better if the stuff wore off. But no, that wouldn't be good. That wouldn't be good for the Council.
*sigh* I need a cigarette. You got one? Perfect, thanks.
Sure, I've got the metabolism of an Olympic Athlete now, after my last dose, but my Archon said it would've been months before my next super-soldier treatment. I couldn't wait that long, that long before my next surge. Trudging along as another Council goon.
But, guess I don't have to wait now. These power inhibitors really take the edge off my withdrawl. Keeps my blood pressure from spiking. Good thing too, I was about to snap; I was damn close to calling a few heroes about the base, see if I could get my Archon arrested and take his place. Whatever I needed to do for the rush, man.
Hmm? Do, I don't have an addictive personality. Why do you ask?
This is a recently old file, the prisinor in question escaped with Arachnos, but we found it intreresting nevertheless.
Huh? My name? I'm Alderno. Why do ya care? Ya locked away all of my boys anyway. Who? Why do you want to know? Sheesh, this is irritating. I have three mercs for hire. Wild Dog, my right hand man. Best machine gunner ya ever met. Then, theres Wild Fang. Not as rough and tumble as Wild Dog, but he is a great pistoiler. Saved my hide a few times. And then there's Wild Fox. She's the best dang medic I know. Saved Wild Fang a few times when he got jumped by those longbow idiots. She got captured, and she was sent to a PPD prison. The next time Wild Fang got jumped, she wenrn't there ta save him, and now he's in prison somewhere in longbowland. Wild Dog? He and I were captured together. We took out half the dudes that came after us, but we were subdued and sent ta this stupid prison. He's in a seperate cell, and if I break out he's comin' with me. Now get that pen n' pad outta my face and scram!
These statements belong to a Circle of Thorns cultist who was captured by the PPD while performing a ritual on top of an apartment building in Kings Row.
You fools have no idea the power that you toy with. You believe us to be mere magicians and hedge wizards, capable of performing dangerous tricks. You believe wrong, mortal. Even I, only given the privilege of wielding one of the sacred Thorn Blades, hold more power in my being than will ever course through the mightiest of your practitioners.
Ah, the blade? No, you will not find it, I am sure of that. Where? Somewhere safe, somewhere where it will be wielded again and again. No matter how many of us you incarcerate, there will always be more. There will always be foolish young mages who are willing to trade anything to us for power. And we shall always be there to grant it.
I shall say no more. Remove yourself, so that I may begin my "sentence".
A blood test showed the cultist to be one Michael Nominser, although he did not respond to that name. Mr. Nominser died of unknown causes during his first night in the Penitentiary.
This is a collection of interviews from a few of the Zig's more recent inhabitants. This first one is a video interview. The footage appears like what you would see on those cop shows, from a corner angle, peering down over a small table with a cop on one side and the suspect on the other.
"O.K., Miss Gina Wilkins, where were you on the night of June 2nd, 2007?"
"That day? I was in a Crey Laboratory. That night, I was back on the streets."
"How, exactly, did you get out of that Crey facility?"
"I killed every...single...one of them..."
"With what again, exactly?"
The woman places her hands on the table, the cuffs keeping them on her side of the table. An audible -SNIKT- is heard.
"With these..."
"How, again, did you get those claws?"
"I was born with them. Which is why I ended up in that Crey lab."
"Ok, Miss Wilkins, retract the claws now."
The woman doesn't move a muscle.
"Miss Wilkins, please retract the claws, or we'll do it for you."
The fuzzy, unfocused picture can't reveal the sneer on the woman's face.
"What're you doing? Miss Wilkins, you're making a ter.....URRGH! GAHHHHHHHH!"
The video shows Miss Gina Wilkins slashing the man's throat. Further forensics of the room and of the woman reveals Miss Wilkins had cut the chain clean in two, and the video clearly shows just when she did this - right before she had slit the man's throat open, she managed to A) Dislocate her wrist B) Turn her hand around, in order to slash the chain away, and C) Slash the man's throat.
Prisoner #897245AB - Miss Wilkins, Gina; a.k.a. Feral Sister, would later escape from the Zig during a daring Arachnos break-in of the facility. She is always armed and dangerous.
These next two are simple transcripts on paper.
"Look, meatcase, I dunno what you talkin' 'bout. I wasn't there. I didn't do nothin', hear me? Nothin'! All youse cops are the same. Nab the big guy and pin everything on 'im. Iffin' I had done somethin', youse guys woulda been cleanin' up a big huge mess. Whaddya goin' on 'bout now? I dunno those people. Get yer swine-[censored] face outta mine, before I rearrange it."
Prisoner #505293F - Mr. Carter, Greg; a.k.a. Interment. After this transcript was taken, Mr. Carter was placed into solitary confinement, per protocol. It would later be discovered that Mr. Carter had bashed down the wall of the confinement cell, the power nullifier of the cell apparently having no effect on Mr. Carter. It is assumed that Mr. Carter has fled to the Rogue Isles.
"Hey, look, I had to do something. I mean, they were beating up my friends, threatening my family, you know? Then my brother shows up - my brother! They shot him dead...you guys know this already, hell, you were THERE at the scene! I gutted them...filleted them like fish...they had no more right to live, in my mind! Wait for the cops? Are you kidding me? My brother was already dead! No way in hell was I waiting, man. Oh, now what? Hey, look, the cop was pointing his gun at me. Not like I killed him or anything, what with the police having their own mediport network. So he'll have a little scar now. Hey! No way man, no way! I didn't kill those little girls! No way in hell. One of your own did that man. Jewelry heist? Jeez, what is it with you people? Why would I go from killing, to suddenly robbing joints? You've got it all wrong, man..."
Prisoner #721989W - Mr. Jones, Samuel; a.k.a. Anzio. Mr. Jones has since hitched a ride on an Arachnos transport ship, during yet another one of their daring break-ins to the Zig. His whereabouts are currently unknown.
To the OP: This is a really cool idea. Loving these so far.
An interesting excerpt from a fairly recent interrogation, this document illustrates some of the aspects of our prisoners that make Ziggursky Penitentiary unique. The interrogating officer has since been fired for negligence and dereliction of duty.
June 23, 2008.
Murphy, Elizabeth Ann. AKA Chill Maiden.
Yeah, yeah, I know my rights, I've been around for a long time, kid. So what is it you want to know? Did I kill the security guard? Of course I did. You catch any other people who could have driven a chunk of ice through his head? Didn't think so.
Yes, I'm a mutant. What gave it away, the 1908 on my birth certificate? No, I haven't aged a day since my powers showed up, around 18. Listen, after living this long, I don't really care what happens to you, or him, or even me, really. Everybody's gonna die someday, so why not have a little fun while you're here, eh?
Look, pal, I don't need an attorney. You put me away for however long enough it takes for you to feel good about yourself. I can wait. Besides, I've got friends in high places, so to speak. I'll be out of here before you know it.
You seem like a decent guy, so I'll just tell you it would be smart to call in sick in a couple of days, OK? Tell 'em you've got the flu, everybody always buys that one. It'll save your family a lot of grief. See you around, kid.
Warden's Note: The prisoner in question escaped, along with several others, when Arachnos launched a raid on the prison two days after this incident. She is presumed to be living in Port Oakes, in the Rogue Isles, and should be considered armed and dangerous at all times.
This is a rather old file, recently recovered. The prisoner in question has long since escaped, and is now somewhat well-known.
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(She is being quite uncooperative. The little brat keeps glaring at me as if I'm the criminal around here.)
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Miss, for your own safety, I would advise you to at least begin speaking.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, jus' so y'know, 'm only talkin' 'cuz I feel like 't. not c'z 'a y'r stupid threat. I dun think y'r bluffin', eith'r. Y'r type iz so cold an' cruel that y'd ev'n torch'r sumwon az young az me ov'r almos' nuthin'. So, wh't th' [censored] izzit y'wanna know? Wh't're y'tryin' t'get me t'say? (She snickers contemptuously.) Not th't y' c'n prob'bly und'rstand me 'nyway. Too small a brain in too big a head.
Well, that's certainly better. At least we're being honest now.
Mebbe I'am. I know you're a liar. B't 'ey, let'z take wh't we c'n get, shall we?
It saddens me to see one so young as you in such a terrible position. Have you considered reforming, perhaps? It is not impossible for you to redeem yourself. Return to normal life. Go back to school, get an education and a job. Contribute to society.
[censored] society! W'th theze pow'r'z, I c'n break free'a th' monot'ny. I dun hafta get a job 'n slave away f'r hour'z at a borin' desk job. I dun hafta spend th' rest'a m' short life trapp'd in th' rat race. An' 'bout th' school thing? School'z BORIN'! Jus' jumpin' through hoop'z an' retainin' informaysh'n long enuff t'pass th' test. That IZ how ev'rywun duz 't, y'know. They jus' keep th' stuff mem'riz'd long enuff t'get a good grade 'n then they f'rget 't f'r th' rest'a their liv'z. Th' school system'z [censored]' BROKEN, dude. An' now, 'f you [censored] didn' lock me up 'n 'ere, I c'ld blaze my own path 'n life. Take wh't I want'd. Be a pers'n 'nstead 'a 'a wage zombie like you.
You're rather vocal about this, aren't you? I think perhaps the problem is normal, teenage rebelliousness with powers and a bit too much intelligence for your own good. you're a bright kid, uh...
My name is none'a y'r [censored]' bizness.
(My god, she's irritating.)
Well, then, would you rather I just call you Dyne?
No, that sound'z like a drug. Inky'z fine.
I'm curious, what does your villain name have to do with your mutant powers? I fail to see the correlation between plants and dyes.
Th' plant'z ar'n't m' mut'nt pow'r'z, y' [censored]' idiot. Can't y'see th' tattoo'z? M' mut'nt pow'r izn'ev'n a pow'r! Y'know, the dye retensh'n thing?
(Obnoxious little brat.)
Yes, yes, I know. Alright, let's be honest here. You are a whiny, spoiled little twelve-year-old. I'm sick of having to talk to you, but it's my job. This could have gone a lot more smoothly if you weren't so disrespectful and recognized authority.
[censored] authority. C'n I go now?
Yes, yes, fine. Go. Get out of my sight.
(Ah, finally.)
End transcript.
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Hello Heroes of Paragon City. We here at the Ziggursky Penitentiary appreciate your efforts to keep our streets clean, and have decided to publish some of the copious amounts of information we collect in our day-to-day duties. We will be putting excerpts from interviews and statements made by our prisoners, in hopes that it will give you some insight and be better able to protect our fair city.
--Warden McGoohan
To any and all villains who're readin' this, hope you appreciate the work I did to snag you all access to these files as much as I appreciate your money, paying for the privilege. Maybe you'll learn something useful. Or not. I really don't care one way or the other.
--Golden Roller