So, I've decided to take another approach at telling the story of Mentalshock. This is actually the background story to my AE arc 'The Rikti Civil War', which I may or may not turn into an arc, given the impending upgrades in I17.
(That, and I hope this explains why I haven't played him in so long...)
"They called me Mentalshock from the beginning, but it's not actually the name I would have chosen for myself. It's a name that has suited me time and again, so I've kept using it. It's established.... a history, I suppose. History can be a funny thing. I write this just after the end of the Second Rikti War, so that a record of of who I am exists long after I have gone. By now, It should be common knowledge that Nemesis was responsible for the entire conflict. At least, it should be common knowledge here on THIS Earth. There's a task that must be done, a task that, unfortunatly, only I am capable of doing. I must do this alone. I would prefer the truth of my story dies with me, and that the extent of my doings remain buried beneath the sands of time. As I have been cursed with precognitive abilities, I know that this shall not come to pass. I also know that this fool's errand cannot be ignored, as the fate of two worlds lies in the balance. It no longer matters to me how I am remembered. Hero. Villian. Martyr. I know my course, and I cannot deviate from it. My task.... cannot be explained, it can only be done. There is only one truth I can say that might give you understanding as to why I have done these things. As I once was, so I must become again. No longer shall I be seen on this world. Live in peace.
I turned from my base computer, and shot a beam of electricity into it, frying the circuits, and scrambling all data until it's proper time. My sanctuary had served its purpose, for the last time. It is... unsettling to virtually erase one's own history, even when it is of the absolute neccessity. I keyed open a long hidden storage panel, and removed the large and unwieldy form of a Rikti Mutagenic Chamber. Normally used in the process of turning Rikti into humans for the purpose of infiltration, I would now use it to accomplish the reverse. In order to ensure my plan's success, I had no choice but to don my former flesh to protect the world that was my home from the world of my birth. More than that, I would now have to betray friend and compatriot alike. None would know that this... new Rikti threat was once a hero. I now had to become an identity I thought long dead. For the future, I must become... 'Hostis Humani Generis'. Enemy. Of Mankind.
With no regrets, I activated the device, and climbed inside.
-- To be Continued --
"Don't you know dead is spelled m-e-n-t-a-l in CoH? - SapphireShot
So, I've decided to take another approach at telling the story of Mentalshock. This is actually the background story to my AE arc 'The Rikti Civil War', which I may or may not turn into an arc, given the impending upgrades in I17.
(That, and I hope this explains why I haven't played him in so long...)
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"They called me Mentalshock from the beginning, but it's not actually the name I would have chosen for myself. It's a name that has suited me time and again, so I've kept using it. It's established.... a history, I suppose. History can be a funny thing. I write this just after the end of the Second Rikti War, so that a record of of who I am exists long after I have gone. By now, It should be common knowledge that Nemesis was responsible for the entire conflict. At least, it should be common knowledge here on THIS Earth. There's a task that must be done, a task that, unfortunatly, only I am capable of doing. I must do this alone. I would prefer the truth of my story dies with me, and that the extent of my doings remain buried beneath the sands of time. As I have been cursed with precognitive abilities, I know that this shall not come to pass. I also know that this fool's errand cannot be ignored, as the fate of two worlds lies in the balance. It no longer matters to me how I am remembered. Hero. Villian. Martyr. I know my course, and I cannot deviate from it. My task.... cannot be explained, it can only be done. There is only one truth I can say that might give you understanding as to why I have done these things. As I once was, so I must become again. No longer shall I be seen on this world. Live in peace.
But let it be known.......
I shall....
Forever be.....
Human.
Activate Self-Destruct. 72 hour countdown. Code: Alpha, Omega, 6-23-3-16
End Recording."
I turned from my base computer, and shot a beam of electricity into it, frying the circuits, and scrambling all data until it's proper time. My sanctuary had served its purpose, for the last time. It is... unsettling to virtually erase one's own history, even when it is of the absolute neccessity. I keyed open a long hidden storage panel, and removed the large and unwieldy form of a Rikti Mutagenic Chamber. Normally used in the process of turning Rikti into humans for the purpose of infiltration, I would now use it to accomplish the reverse. In order to ensure my plan's success, I had no choice but to don my former flesh to protect the world that was my home from the world of my birth. More than that, I would now have to betray friend and compatriot alike. None would know that this... new Rikti threat was once a hero. I now had to become an identity I thought long dead. For the future, I must become... 'Hostis Humani Generis'. Enemy. Of Mankind.
With no regrets, I activated the device, and climbed inside.
-- To be Continued --
"Don't you know dead is spelled m-e-n-t-a-l in CoH? - SapphireShot