(( Hmmm... ))
Seven hung in her rack, her brain buzzing with information. Television channels, police reports, arrest records, statistics, web sites. When Johnson's broadcast cut in on all channels, she brought one window to centre position in her field of view and watched it through. Image search routines analysed the background. Voice analysis ran over the speech.
She frowned, and disengaged the maglocks on the rack, dropping as lightly as her impervium chassis allowed to the floor. This required attention.
Dressing quickly, she engaged her optical chamouflage and headed out onto the streets of King's Row. The symbol of Omega, he had said. Very well, she would search.
Disclaimer: The above may be humerous, or at least may be an attempt at humour. Try reading it that way.
Posts are OOC unless noted to be IC, or in an IC thread.
(( a little OOC background info, through out the city are several locations marked by the Omega symbol. While the Trolls that would result from someone using the new C-Dyne it would merely be a level range bump as it were, instead of 5-15, they would be classified ingame as threat range 25-35, they're tougher, faster and heal a lot quicker than normal trolls. This variant also allows for muscle growth and strengthening but the body shape remains the same (normally at higher levels of dyne intake male and female trolls look the same, however with C-Dyne a woman would retain her female figure even if it was bulked out more). Where these marked points are is upto anyone since the Doc would distribute it quite widely so even a small amount got into the wrong hands)).
The location wouldn't be hard to find, though the streets were filled with civillians and gang bangers alike trying to find this new drug, the allure of immortality too hard to resist for the normal person.
However already a crowd had gathered around a group of skulls, a Bone Daddy standing on a box was yelling out to the crowd of skulls and citizens "Hey we got your Elixir right here folks, it's gonna cost you though, salvation always has a price, gonna say....hmm..hundred bucks a hit and I've only got so much to go around folks!"
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((sorry for the double post but any others interested...I know Raven isn't too keen on the forum RP))
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A real showstopper!
(( just what i need for my toon to make a splash ..))
The Bone Daddy's speech halted as his voice became stuck on the sal... of salvation ...the voice cracked and the al became a scream of abject terror , his whole body locked rigid as the scream rose to ear shattering pitch ... his fellow Skulls swept the crowd for as reason .. and then slowly all their heads turned to look at the space above their screaming leader ....
Hanging in the air was a purple blur that made the eye sting , and the brain ache ,
The Bone Daddy's vocal cords seem to fail , he heaved and suddenly was coughing up blood , from his mouth , nose and eye sockets blood flowed , again a great cough rack his body , and a stream of blood was hurled out over the crowd .... the cough snapped the rigid body and it fell , tumbling from the box to collapse like a broken doll. ... bright red blood seeping from nose , mouth and eyes the only movement......
The crowd exploded away from the skulls , seeking only to make distance.. direction was meaningless , speed the one concern ...
One of the Skulls raised a gun and pointed at the temple of his brother Skull's head , at a range of 4cm he squeezed the trigger , and the hollow point .357 magnum round exited the opposite temple dragging a chunk of the fore brain with it ....
The black and purple clad caped figure still hung in mid air above the fallen Bone Daddy .. strangely out of focus , its metal masked face turned and the Skulls lost all will , they stood like string cut puppets .....
The caped figure floated to the gun wielder and pulled the gun from his hands , peered at it for a moment , then pointed and fired three rounds into the gun wielders chest ....
The metal masked head tilted in though , and then its eyes seemed to darken and as one the Skulls screamed , a few managed to hug there heads in their hands as the fell , but the whole group hit the floor ..bodies twisted and broken ...
A purple and black winged boot nudged one of the Skulls .. the body flopped back its muscles slack , a dribble of blood running from the slack jawed mouth , the eyes rolled back in their sockets ....
Looking at the backs of the still fleeing crowd , the figure seemed to fade into the air , leaving a disembodied voice to cry out to the ....... What is wrong shall not be .. and those who do that wrong shall come to know the price of their crimes .. and pay in full.......
for a moment silence ruled the street .. then the sound off incoming police sirens filled the void .....
((*Flies into plot*))
Enlightened Falcon drifted alongside the rooftops, his mind wasnt exactly focused on where he was going and was more worried about how Tracey was coping with the renewed Rikti raids.
He had a close call with the edge of an apartment building causing him to swerved and stop in mid air, heart rate fast, more out of shock then fear of any danger. As he caught his breath and focus he heard the whirring of police sirens, all other thoughts immediately forgotten he fly off in pursuit. What ever the problem was hed find some way to help out, it was defiantly better then moping all day!
((Will be arriving with the police a this scene then))
someone scrabbled quickly, snatching the case while the skulls and the various others were distracted, looking around before injecting the syringe of the liquid into himself. He clutched his head, his body felt like it was on fire, his skin began to turn green, horns ripped through his forehead. His muscles began to bulk out, skin quivering as it continued to stretch to cover the rippling muscles as what use to be a man looked about the scene.
A mountain of muscle barely contained within the human form, rage unbridalled. He looked down to the case...tossing it to another vagrant near by...soon four of these green men mountains stood in the alleyway. Hearing the Sirens they begun to run towards them...
Meanwhile all over town!
By now reports were begining to flood in throughout Paragon of mass troll rampages, heroes were being called into assist the much bewildered police force, strangely the more notorious Troll hangouts were left untouched by the C-Dyne, the Doc knew from last time that the Trolls didn't like someone moving in on their territory so kept his plan strictly out of there range.
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Molly Longstaff sat on the ledge of a random rooftop somewhere in or around The Gish, wearing her trademark pink nanotech suit. She wasn't too fussed where she was at the moment, as her attention was drawn to the recording of Johnson's transmission playing back in a loop within the middle of her own field of view, thanks to the augmentations to her eyes.
I'm assuming you're trying to trace it? Molly asked one of Longstaff WarTech's Rhode Island lab technicians via the wireless link she had connecting her own head to the corporation's building on the outskirts of the city.
Trying, the ageing technician responded, but I don't have any high hopes of success, to be honest. Molly merely rolled her eyes.
It's always worth a try. Erica, get over to the lab, use the Dataspace to look up everything on Dr. Edward Johnson. I'd search myself, but it looks like trouble's brewing already. Molly shunted the video to one side to get a good look at the PPD cars rushing past, their sirens blaring and their light's strobing at a rate that would probably have the average civilian wondering how many have been sent into a fit by them.
Yes, Miss, The ever-loyal android butler Erica responded. Molly then closed the video with a somewhat uncertain smile, pushed herself off the ledge. The freefall was brief, broken immediately when the near-silent rockets in her boots kicked in. As she flew away from the building to follow the sirens, her rifle slowly materialised into her hands, shortly before her stealth suit kicked in, bending what little light existed around this time of the day around her.
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Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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SYSTEMS: ONLINE
CHASSIS STATUS: OPERATIONAL
SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION:
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INSUFFICIENT DATA
The dim glass orbs flickered into life then lit up bright yellow, glaring forwards piercing the otherwise pitch black room. The low hum of machinery started up and could just about be made out over the sounds of a riot outside. A hunched, still, humanoid figure jerkilly shifted upright in the darkness.
Automobilised instinctively (if it could be called that) began pulling information from Paragon Police Department radio frequencies, the local television networks, the Internet and his sensory arrays. The events of the past hour or so became clear to him nigh-instantly; The interruption, Dr. Johnson's broadcast, the Omega symbols, the rush, the transformations and the riots. More text flashed before his "eyes".
SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION: INVESTIGATE DISTURBANCE
LOCATE: CAUSE OF DISTURBANCE
DISABLE: CAUSE OF DISTURBANCE
ASSIST: ENLIGHTENED FALCON
He decided to take his in-built tactical computer's advice. The low humming was loud enough to resemble a running car engine now. He took a few baby steps forward - his newly reconstructed chassis felt strange, initially - before quickly leaving the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him, and hurrying out of the building. The first thing that came apparent was the swarms of humans scurrying around the streets. They seemed to be reconsidering their pre-determined paths of movement as they spotted the 7'3' crimson and grey robot now standing in front of them.
He activated his cartographical systems, planned out a route towards the nearest riot and made his way towards it.
SEARCH AND DISPATCH: MOBILISED
Two figures perched on the rooftops of Kings Row, one sighting down the scope of a rifle.
"This looks bad, Chief."
"I know. People are going crazy over this stuff...I say it would be better if we siezed all of it, let some decent scientists have a look at it first. I wouldn't trust something a villain made as far as I could throw 'em..."
"That's quite far, Chief."
The metallic figure of Chief Centurion Z1 sat back on his haunches, chuckling quietly as he looked at the armour clad figure beside him. X21 Ice Wolf, or just Wolf, an old friend and a member of the NHU.
"True. But I wouldnt trust it. I say we get down there and start trying to restore some piece and order," the Chief said, straightening up with a whirr of metallic tendons, various pieces of his robotic body sliding and shifting, wings unfolding from his back, legs switching to a bipedal form, until he stood in the form most often refered to as 'The Avatar'.
Wolf cocked his rifle with a metallic snap, checking that he had a non-lethal magazine loaded.
"Ready."
"Then lets roll."
The Chief launched himself off the rooftop, wings pounding the air. Wolf followed a second later, the rocket boots and jetpack of his suit kicking in. The pair powered down amongst the mob, hammering into the Skulls. Wolf's shots and the blasts of ice from his suits gauntlet pushed the gangers and the crowd apart, while the Chief's energy-bound fists sent any thug that got close spinning into unconsciousness.
((Looks good. Count me in 
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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((please remember i am disclosing char background stuff here , that you IC will not know , no premeptive unmaskings please ))
One street over to the west a pair of eyes slowly open , as their head's ears report the sounds of arriving police cars ...... a fading dark shimmer departs from the eyes , as the half furnished bedroom comes into focus ..... [censored] ! .. no way he will come back here now ... voiced the young man's ire .
Rising from the chair , he smooths down the fabric of his crushed apricot coloured silk shirt, Armani , straightening his silk , sunset magenta , tie,John Bartlett ..and sliding his white Gucci jacket on.
Picking up his electronic toys as he went , he slipped out of the open kitchen window on to the fire escape .....unseen , as his abilities kicked in to hide him from prying eyes ...
Peering towards the sound of PPD activity a small smile appears across the face .....
might as well make a appearance , get on the good side of the local cops , never a bad move to make ...
In his head he rehearsed his opening lines , always make a good first impression .. hey there Officers , Nullmans the name , no you wont have heard of me , i'm new , just in from Frisco ...
And while the young man's mind is sorting out his speech , the Other sharing that space sees the Skull blood heel print on the fire escape , and without disturbing the planing of the opening address , directs the left foot to smear the blood into the muck and mold covering the metal griddng ,
while at the same time uses the speech construction , to direct the young man's train of thought so as to ignore the fact the kitchen window was open , not shut as he had left it.
The man's shape flickers for a moment , and is replaced by a white metallic skinned form , adjusting his degree of hiddeness , so that he could be spotted from a few yards away , he stepped off the fire escape , hovering for a second and then sliding through the air just as if he could actually fly ...
I am always happy to lend a hand Officer , can let those crims getaway with it ... ya that's a good second line he though as the smile widened
6am Peregrine Island
Seven marched into the Section 19 Novel Chemistry Lab and dumped a large crate of... something onto the floor. "I need this analysed and a counteragent produced, if possible."
Darren McCreedy, lab chief and all round genius chemist yawned copiously and looked up from his morning newspaper. "Hey, Seven, what ya got there?"
"According to Doctor Edward Johnson, it is the secret of immortality. However, based upon the fact that it was developed from his previous efforts, I feel it likely there will be some serious side effects."
McCreedy sucked his teeth and put his paper down. "Johnson, eh? Okay, let's take a look at this..." He strolled forward and tried to lift the crate up onto a trolley. After a second, he turned and looked at Seven. "Um, Seven, would you..?"
Seven looked at him for a second, and then reached out, lifting the crate onto the trolley with no discernable effort. "Would it be possible to 'put a rush on that,' Doctory McCreedy?" she asked. "It would seem likely that the promise of eternal youth will cause this to spread quickly."
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Posts are OOC unless noted to be IC, or in an IC thread.
By now the lumbering uber-trolls were closing in fast on the Police line, obviously not your every day trolls and one clearly able to be defined as a woman though still a hulking mass of muscle she had retained her more feminine features and slightly slimmer build.
"Smash'em!" came the cry from one of the Trolls, grabbing hold of a police car and flipping it over with ease, panicked the police fired at the four individuals but the shots seem to barely slow them down, bullet wounds appearing and then healing over in a matter of moments. The officers quickly barrelled aside by the Trolls, sending them flying in various directions, left with the heroes who had joined the officers.
"Beat da capes!"
The four trolls now closing in on any hero who had joined the police line...
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Hovering above the buildings, a little way down the street was two powersuit, one VGX-3 and the other was the golden and orange form of the newly awoken Battle-Master. Both hovered there watching the mass of Trolls moving towards the police line and the heroes.
"Unit VGX dash 3, please help the enforcement officers while we help the heroes." The voice of Unit, battle-masters A.I spoke before another voice cut in.
"Unit, and VGX come on.. it's been a while since I've had some action in this city." Andrew's voice called out, he was the person inside of Battle-master suit.
With that both flew down towards the police and hero line, VGX-3's A.I program working over time to attempt to give the suit the information and such so not to harm the Trolls too much. It's visor screen flashing up with the scroll of data.
Targets: Troll humanoids: action: arrest.
Course of Action: use of force blasts: power level: min untill: told otherwise.
Orders: assist Battle-Master: commander: All orders from: him.
Neither landed as the Trolls came at the line instead they waited for the right moment to join in.
Frank Brewer hadn't seen Johnson's original declaration on TV. By the time he came out of the drugstore people were screaming about some new terror... so once again he's run home and thrown himself into the hotsuit.
Now here he was, hovering over the street as Firearm. Again. And here were the bad guys. Again. He landed near the centre of the police line and looked around for someone he could ask - someone who could tell him what was happening and what they needed him to do. Then he had to duck as a patrol car went flying over his head.
"Screw this," he growled, muffled inside his helmet. "I am so sick of this [censored] happening on my street!"
Firearm levelled his gauntlet weaponry at an enormous green troll-woman at the head of the line of trolls, and opened up an infernal beam of white fire in her direction.
Molly was forced to gain altitude quickly just to avoid getting caught in the chaos down below. As soon as she felt she was some degree of safe, she watched as the monstrosities on the ground began wreaking havoc, witnessing the swift healing of any wounds they had received.
That's a problem, the cloaked genius thought to herself as her augmentations informed her that all clips in her rifle were full, and a grenade was ready to fire. Molly raised her rifle, sending an unspoken command to her rifle to load snipe rounds into the chamber, and took aim at one of the trolls.
Meanwhile...
A row of near-seamless displays fired up, just barely lighting up spherical confines of the Dataspace. Standing directly in the centre of its strengthened glass floor was the robot butler Erica, who remained still in her blue Tux, her eyes slowly opening as another row of displays flickered on, then another, then another. Eventually the Dataspace was fully operational, and Erica was fully aware of it. Remaining silent, the ever-loyal servant of Molly Longstaff called up a single window on the screens in front of her. Erica than proceeded to fill out all the various fields within the window:
Search Criteria: +Doctor, +Dr, +Edward, +Johnson, +Jonson, +Johnsson, +Mechano
Search Locations: ALL
Keywords to match before listing: 3
GO
Erica then waited patiently as a world map displayed across the entire room, highlighting every match it could find with a single red dot showing the possible location of the server the result was found at. Given the amount of criteria she gave, she could very much need to sift through the results manually. Not a problem.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Joshua Zicky, known to many as the Enlightened Falcon, touched down on the police line just as the car sailed through the air. With a deep breath Kheldian light flowed forth from his eyes as familiar protective energy barriers formed.
Seeing a fellow hero, at least thats what he assumed the armoured figure was, engaging these new Uber-Trolls Josh took up position to his right bracing himself before joining in the attack, though his target was one of the other trolls thinking the female was more or less taken care of now, beams of light lancing out of his eyes and hitting the second nearest Troll on the shoulder. Not a bad shot, but not exactly where he was aiming either.
Thoughts of Nullman's grand arrival and sweet opening lines where slammed from his head , as the flying police car clipped him as he turned the corner into the melee filled street ....
Spinning onto the road surface his metallic skin gave off sparks as he slide to a halt ...
.... jumping to his feet he spotted a fellow cape light beaming a massive green thug-thing , as few odd thought slipped across his mind , and for a instant gravity forgot about the troll and it speed skyward , gravity blushingly then corrected its mistake flinging the green brute back down to the road surface....leaving that one to they light beam flinger ..
..Nullman sent a mind numbing concept (( domination ..hold )) at the head of the third green trollthing .....
while at the same time his practised eyes scan the street , taking in the bodies of the Skulls , the abandoned boxes , the outclass PPD , the fellow Powered ones , and the green monsters causing the problem ...
... may be a bit heavy .. I should have looked before I leaped ... his mind considered ...
One of the hulking Ubertrolls staggered back, a towering metallic form launching itself at the green monstrosity. The Chief hammered away, fsits glowing red from the pent up energy. Once, twice, three times in the stomach, then a punishing blow to the head. Normally that dealt with even the meanest of trolls, but this one simply stood back up, and...
Wolf ducked as the Chief sailed past him, eventually coming to a stop with feet kicking up a trail of sparks.
"Wolf?"
"Yeah?"
"Frag that thing!"
Wolf turned, snapping the safety off of the M30.
"Fire in the hole!"
Still, even a direct hit from a grenade only made the thing stagger. The Chief frowned, metallic brows slowly creasing.
"Alright, tough guy....time to play!"
His voice grew deeper as he spoke, the white and red of his armour seeming to fade, until it was nearly black, and the red had become a bloody crimson. Energy, dark purple like a deep night, oozed from the Chiefs joints.
"Omega?" Wolf said quietly.
The Chief turned, eyes flashing.
"Don't go overboard, alright?" Wolf warned, stepping alongside the looming being, shivering as the warshades aura leaked from the Chiefs body. "We dont want casualties."
"Understood," was the growled reply, the voice trailing off into a sort of low drone. And then the energy erupted, the Chiefs body dissolving into pure anti-matter, coalescing once more as the towering form of a Black Dwarf.
"ENTOR THA'LOS!"
The warcry remained the same, even fully fuelled by Warshade energy. Chief Centurion Omega barreled into the troll, the thing finally going down under a barrage of strength sapping punches and gouts of dark-matter.
The Chief looked up, just as the other Ubertrolls turned...
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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An average-built man swooped in from the skies and landed onto the scene, positioning himself behind the police line. His informants had filled him in on the situation. Doctor Edward Mechano had gone mad again and unleached his chemical drugs on the City streets. The authorities had already began tracking distributors, aided by the Omega symbols. Analysis had already begun on some of the chemicals and until a serum was developed to reverse the effects of the so-called Elixir, his job was relatively simple. Neutralize and detain the trolls, search and destroy the chemicals and seize further distribution. As he watched the arrival of other heroes, he decided to try and unite them into one effecient team. He tried to telepathically reach them all, police included. "Good day fellas, my name is Pious Hunter, I'm a registered hero" he began. "Officers, good work so far, myself and others will now attempt to neutralize the trolls and seize control of the situation. I advice you seek cover, as we all know, super-powered battle often turns into war. Heroes, may I suggest we all work as one team and follow one voice of leadership, I offer to lead because I have a few ideas. If you have heard this message, let us rendevous behind the PPD police van and formulate a plan for today's crisis."
Frank grinned inside his helmet as the firebolts cannoed from his gauntlets and streaked into the chest of the oncoming troll-queen. His grin dropped when the Hotsuit's energy cells packed up. Again.
"Aww, sh-"
A green fist the size of a Virginia ham swung like a steamhammer and lifted him into the air and over the headsd of the nearby cops. He landed with a clang on the roof of a PPD paddywagon.
Frank shook the stars out of his head and lay there a second or two, wondering if he was dead or not. he opted for not. he'd need tools to get his helmet off tonight, though.
Good day fellas, my name is Pious Hunter, I'm a registered hero...
"What the f...?" Frank wasn't used to people getting into his head. He didn't much like it, either. But...needs must when the Devil drives, he thought.
...let us rendevous behind the PPD police van...
Frank lifted his head and realised he was embedded in the metal roof of...the PPD van. With a hollow clunking and creak of straining metal, he pulled himself to a sitting position and looked over the edge to see who was there.
Molly, disappointed that her snipe had next to no effect on the Troll she had aimed at, twitched as the newcomer's message played out in her head.
"Hey, what the?" she blurted out loud. "Not cool, mister. That's just not cool!" She wasn't too keen on anyone getting into her head either, and had designed her brain augmentation to try and block any and all attempts out. It was probably playing up again, as ever. She could tell the newcomer meant well, at least what it seemed like, but it was kind of rude, in Molly's opinion. Grudglingly paying full attention to the message, she finally sent a silent command to the augmentaion before jetting off to the aforementioned van. On her approach, a single message lit up in her immediate field of view: E-Mind module active.
I hope your plans are way better than your manners, mister! she thought to herself as she landed on her feet with a loud thud near the van, decloaking as she pushed herself to her feet.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Josh unleashed another bolt, this time from his hands, at the oncoming trolls happy for all the extra help. It sure looked like they could win this one.
He turned to the recent arrival, Uh I know sorting ourselves out might be a good idea, but uh maybe we should finish fighting here first and stuff?
The telepathic message buzzed towards Nullmans mind , and missed , the poor confused message looked again , and saw the mind was no quite where it had aimed , then as it swung back to pass on its content the target mind seemed to not be there again , it was to the left , and had always been left .. the messages energy rapidly disapated as it vainly sort the unhitable target .....
Nullman move up to stand beside the Light Beamer , Enlightened Falcon , sweet zapping , let me slow them a little..
unknowable ideas fled Nullmans skull and dropped into the heads of the oncoming green wall of troll flesh ...((Terrify..)) .. rapidly followed by the maths for a few spacial rejiggings ((Gale))...
how many of these to a gang normally ? . . . he asked the hero ...
4am aross Paragon City
Tv screens across paragon city flickered, white static slowly overriding the normal broadcast on all channels. A symbol appeared, a symbol which had since disappeared into myth from the time of its last use in Paragon City, the culprit seemingly pacified and repentant. Now the symbol of a skull infront of a cog flickered onto the screens once again.
An old man with grey skin, white hair wrapped up in a pony tail and a full white beard appeared on the screens, ready to broadcast his message to Paragon City.
"Citizens of Paragon, some of you may remember me as the villain Doctor Mechano, some of you may remember me as the heroic Doctor Edward Johnson. I was a hero until your justice system saw it fit to attempt to imprison me for heroic actions, saving the lives of many with the deaths of a few of the criminal elements," He took in a deep breath and let out a soft sigh.
"If you shall treat me like a villain Paragon City then that is what I shall become again, though no mere villain content with causing chaos and panic, no, my goals are far more lofty and far more heroic than some of your so called heroes would dare dream of!"
In the background could be seen through the slightly blurry video footage a large laboratory of test tubes, beakers, condensors and the like glinted in the poor lighting, a green fluid stored and flowing through them all.
"You see I have decided that as the Lord commands, the meek shall inheret the earth, you're society is founded on strength and unity and yet you let the area known as Kings row to remain a slum?! You let people starve on the streets, fall prey to the gangs and organisations which pick off these stragglers...to this I say no more!"
He slowly picked up a vial of the green fluid, "some of you may remember my most infamous of inventions, Chronodyne...or C-dyne as you young'uns call it. I have refined this drug so that it is more potent, I have created the very elixir of life itself...take this and you will be forever young and forever beautiful, you shall be strong enough to fight those that oppresse you, search for the symbol of the Omega and there you shall find enough of this elixir to make you and all your friends demi-gods among humanity. Go my brothers and sisters of the new flock, go and find this elixir that you may be strong, that you would nolonger be meek, inheret this city and then THE EARTH!"
The transmission ends with the same symbol before cutting off, channels returning to normal once the static fades.
Badge Earned: Wing Clipper
A real showstopper!