Artificial Intel/Armada of Metal
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
An army of loyal servants, constructs of metal and weaponry.
Their synchronized footsteps pounding the pavement of the Rogue Isles and Paragon City.
I see buildings burn.
I see statues crumble.
I see massive effigies of myself raised in their place.
I see thousands of myself, under a single banner of my own design.
I see a world of red and black.
I see a world of machines.
I see conflict.
I see Heroes and Villains of all shapes, sizes, and origins trying to stop me.
I see explosions as they decimate my battalions.
I see myself. Oh the glory of my new Incarnate abilities!
An armor of burning gold, trimmed with polished silver.
Wings as reflective as the surface of a pristine lake.
Energy expelled from Him... Me... As I the Viewer am thrown away from my Godliness.
I see everyone fall.
I see Lord Recluse and his league of has-beens broken and shattered on the streets.
I see the Freedom Phalanx fall one by one in a glorious fashion, before the Statesman himself falls to one of my Omega Titans.
I see Supergroups of both sides fighting my unstoppable army.
And then I see myself again, a Beacon of Hope to the Mecha, a Beacon of Despair to the Flesh.
And then I hear a Voice calling for me.
I am pulled away from this magnificent dream!
No! No! I want to return! That world was the one I created! A perfect World!
I powerup within my charging station, located within one of my hidden warehouses. I scream as the energies of the Well leave me, taunting me, infuriating me.
I must have more.