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Author: Firespray_uk
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Data recorded at Parole hearing 117-8743-3263827 dated one year ago from recovered Zig Files after a clean up operation following multiple extractions from the Ziggurat Holding facility in Brickstown.
Details the comments made by Kaled prior to escape.
So where do I begin? I guess the start of this whole little crazy escapade I now find myself in. They call me a villain. They say I’m a bad person. They say I lead people astray. That’s why I’m here. Sitting in a cell talking to you.
Who are you to me? Someone to listen to me? Someone to understand that I’m not the person you think I am? Perhaps you think a nice suit and a longbow badge makes you important.
You’re not. You made me. You made me the person I am and this is all your fault and I’m going to explain it all out to you.
You want to know about my family? They mean squat to me. I lost my real family a very long time ago. Back in the day when Paragon City was a nice place to live, back when Statesman wasn’t anything more than a dude in tights and a mask. Now he’s a pretty little action figure every kid wants to own.
Didn’t do much for me when I get home to find out he and his spandex wearing buddies had been involved in a freak fight and a lot of people got hurt. What did I get? Two dead parents and a picture of statesman as a way for the city to apologise for my loss.
Did I get a payout as compensation? Did I ever get an apology? A real apology? Like Statesman in jail for manslaughter? No I got bundled off to an orphanage while he got another blasted medal.
Do I want a smoke? Heck no that stuff’ll kill you, not as quick as I could if these cuffs were off mind, and yeah, I do mind you smoking in here with me, so either you stub that out or I use the table on your face.
Guess you think that losing my parents coloured the way I am now huh? Guess that’s why you are a psychologist and I’m a criminal. You know what makes me tick. So brainiac, what say you listen to how it really is so you can fill in that form that says “no parole” and I can go back to my 3 square meals a day and a nice work out in the gym.
The orphanage toughened me up, emotionally and physically. I cut myself off from everyone and made myself a bit of what you guys call a “hardass”. Sure there were older guys thinking they knew better than me. Took me six months to start running the place. I had my little circle of guys making sure that the new kids were looked after. Guess I just didn’t like people picking fights against the weak. They needed someone to look after em.
Guess I needed something to turn to, you know, to make sure I didn’t stray. Guess that’s where I found turning to the good book came in handy. Some might take strong offence to that, that a hardened criminal like me could find solace.
I did, and so did my boys.
Guess that not even a church is sacred to some of the heroic costume types, just leap on in and start hurling powers around. Yeah, that’s where I was caught. That’s where I lost the eye. Did I get hospital treatment? No, I get dragged to a jail and have some cheap chop doc do a patch up on me while I’m chained to a bed.
All you had on me was I was running a gang, hitting small stores with a protection racket. I was looking after the needy, making sure the freaks, skulls and hellions didn’t go anywhere near them.
How many times you see hellions robbing people blind in Atlas Park and watch a costumed punk run right past without helping? Ten, eleven times a day if not more. That’s where me and my guys stepped in. We’d do the jobs that were beneath the punks who wanted to be just like statespunk. Heck even you cops run around screaming for help and get ignored.
So I made it into a business. I never hurt anyone. Even in the arrest, when the spandex brigade burst in. They were the ones who hurt people in the cross fire. My guys just defended themselves. We had no idea who it was, coulda been anyone. But you don’t care. We’re just thugs to you. A pest to be arrested and bunged in the Zig so the public can feel safer.
Have I seen any of the people in that file? Old School? Van Diego? Faye Tality? Xavier Black? CarnEvil? Man some of them names are as bad as some of the costumed punks running around.
Links to my gang? The Rogue Isles?
Guess you guys didn’t put a quarter in the meter seeing as the lights are going a bit fuzzy. Oh don’t worry about it I’m sure it’s nothing.
Stand up for you? Back to my cell? These cuffs? The ones I opened while talking to you?
Now it isn’t so funny that I’m the one with a gun in my hand. See that’s some of Recluses finest, come to spring a few of us from here. I knew about it hence wanting the talk today. Minimum security. Not so hard to get outta the outer part of the Zig, than the deep dark recesses. As for the others you listed. Yeah I heard of em. We got a little gang action going on in the Rogue Isles. I would say look for the Devastators, but you’re about to meet your maker so it doesn’t really matter.
Like I said to you -.this is all your fault.
Now I have to bust out my posse and get a ride outta here. Don’t run away… Damn man you had to make me shoot you in the back.
I know it hurts, one more and it’s all over.
For you anyway.
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