The Alright Attorney
Previously AlrightAttorney
The sounds of heavy metal boots filled the halls of Dystopia's upper level, home of the prison city's elite guards and heroes. It was here that the actions of the boxed city's 'residents' were monitered. Food was sent down to the lower levels, and multiple energy and and fire based heroes create an artifical sun to keep Dystopia a lit. Beyond this, they just observe. Soon enough the metal clicking came to a stop, the figure they belonged stepping into the main hall of heroes who work here. Sure enough, it was their leader, the purple clad, armoured hero, Energy Knight.
"Everything is ready sir. Your plan will go into motion the moment you take place in that chair. You can make your announcment to the people below whenever you want." One of the guards spoke to the hero, removing his cape and guiding him towards the center of the room. There a large chair sat, seemingly connected to various large computers and running into the device that kept the artifical sun going.
"Please, don't refer to them as people." The knight spoke as he approached the chair, placinng himself into it. After doing so, other guards approached and locked him into place, placing restraints around his arms, and strange tubes into the hero's armour. "For they are scum. And they will be getting what they deserve soon enough." With that he waved the men away, before silently resting in the chair, seemingly waiting for something....
Down in the farthest levels of Dystopia, Issac awakes from a long slumber, the small bits on 'sunlight' making its way through the window of the box he was assigned to be his home until he died of old age or was murdered by some other low life. With a yawn, he threw on his same dirty prison rags and made his way outside. The giant clock display that sat on on the walls of Dystopia showed the time, 6:43 am.
"Food should have been dropped down by now. Don't tell me theh finally stopped caring about criminals now..." Issac muttered out, rubbing his chin. "What the hell are they planning up there?" His eyes drifted up, past the upper building and right to the top of Dystopia. "I know we're villians but they still care about life." He muttered out, starting to roam around, wondering if the food was dropped somewhere different than usual.
"Everything is ready sir. Your plan will go into motion the moment you take place in that chair. You can make your announcment to the people below whenever you want." One of the guards spoke to the hero, removing his cape and guiding him towards the center of the room. There a large chair sat, seemingly connected to various large computers and running into the device that kept the artifical sun going.
"Please, don't refer to them as people." The knight spoke as he approached the chair, placinng himself into it. After doing so, other guards approached and locked him into place, placing restraints around his arms, and strange tubes into the hero's armour. "For they are scum. And they will be getting what they deserve soon enough." With that he waved the men away, before silently resting in the chair, seemingly waiting for something....
Down in the farthest levels of Dystopia, Issac awakes from a long slumber, the small bits on 'sunlight' making its way through the window of the box he was assigned to be his home until he died of old age or was murdered by some other low life. With a yawn, he threw on his same dirty prison rags and made his way outside. The giant clock display that sat on on the walls of Dystopia showed the time, 6:43 am.
"Food should have been dropped down by now. Don't tell me theh finally stopped caring about criminals now..." Issac muttered out, rubbing his chin. "What the hell are they planning up there?" His eyes drifted up, past the upper building and right to the top of Dystopia. "I know we're villians but they still care about life." He muttered out, starting to roam around, wondering if the food was dropped somewhere different than usual.