(meme)
I sort of feel obliged to post this, now.
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.
1. Do you ever wish you could go back to doing the sort of stuff you used to do before the Nexus?
I do quite often, but remembering all of the frustration and failure I've endured makes me wonder if I am sane to long for the time I spent destroying property and almost wiping Manhattan Island from the map for the sole purpose of spiting a few people.
2. What did you like about being a supervillain anyway?
As they say, "the wages of sin is death". This quote is actually from the Bible and refers to mortal existance in general, but most people interpret it as being a reference to the criminal lifestyle. It's violent, thrilling, and it keeps you working hard, but over time, things catch up with you. I spent far more time stealing things, making bad deals with other criminals and being punched repeatedly by men in pyjamas than I did holding millions in a thrall of terror.... or doing things that helped people, made money and weren't related to my personal anger problems.
3. How did it feel to get your soul back?
To live without a soul itself is a state that is hard to describe. I constantly had the uncanny feeling that a part of me was gone, though it was never something that came to the fore. My creativity suffered, I felt more depressed than usual, and I cannot recall any dreams I had during that period... but I have no way of knowing whether this was really a result of my loss. Perhaps it was merely psychosomatic, but to get my soul back gave me the feeling that I was 'all there' once again.
4. Does it bother you, having to bail people like me out all the time?
If I did not have people like you who actually benefitted from my company and help on occasion, I would be bored to tears here. I don't suffer from the delusion that I am atoning for my crimes by helping people in the Nexus or even back on Earth, but I also don't expect a hero's treatment or anything in return, beyond thanks... and companions who are able to hide their boredom when I am talking to them. I do what I do because I can, and because I care about some of the people that I have helped in the Nexus.
5. When you look back on everything you've done, given a chance, would you do it all over again?
One half of me would not. Had I not become overwhelmed by my own anger and the circumstances I suffered, I could have been a serious contendor for the Nobel Prize. My robotics skills may not be as grandiose as those of, say, Hank Pym, but the tools and prosthetics I have developed are far more useful than any megalomaniacal robot overlord or a helmet that lets you speak with insects. The other half of me only wishes that I had been successful in my bid to rule the criminal underworld of the Eastern Seaboard, or to turn the entire state into an irradiated wasteland. In the end, I failed on both counts, but at least I am able to help a few people, and go to this Nexus for good food and a change of scenery.
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.
1. Do you ever wish you could go back to doing the sort of stuff you used to do before the Nexus?
I do quite often, but remembering all of the frustration and failure I've endured makes me wonder if I am sane to long for the time I spent destroying property and almost wiping Manhattan Island from the map for the sole purpose of spiting a few people.
2. What did you like about being a supervillain anyway?
As they say, "the wages of sin is death". This quote is actually from the Bible and refers to mortal existance in general, but most people interpret it as being a reference to the criminal lifestyle. It's violent, thrilling, and it keeps you working hard, but over time, things catch up with you. I spent far more time stealing things, making bad deals with other criminals and being punched repeatedly by men in pyjamas than I did holding millions in a thrall of terror.... or doing things that helped people, made money and weren't related to my personal anger problems.
3. How did it feel to get your soul back?
To live without a soul itself is a state that is hard to describe. I constantly had the uncanny feeling that a part of me was gone, though it was never something that came to the fore. My creativity suffered, I felt more depressed than usual, and I cannot recall any dreams I had during that period... but I have no way of knowing whether this was really a result of my loss. Perhaps it was merely psychosomatic, but to get my soul back gave me the feeling that I was 'all there' once again.
4. Does it bother you, having to bail people like me out all the time?
If I did not have people like you who actually benefitted from my company and help on occasion, I would be bored to tears here. I don't suffer from the delusion that I am atoning for my crimes by helping people in the Nexus or even back on Earth, but I also don't expect a hero's treatment or anything in return, beyond thanks... and companions who are able to hide their boredom when I am talking to them. I do what I do because I can, and because I care about some of the people that I have helped in the Nexus.
5. When you look back on everything you've done, given a chance, would you do it all over again?
One half of me would not. Had I not become overwhelmed by my own anger and the circumstances I suffered, I could have been a serious contendor for the Nobel Prize. My robotics skills may not be as grandiose as those of, say, Hank Pym, but the tools and prosthetics I have developed are far more useful than any megalomaniacal robot overlord or a helmet that lets you speak with insects. The other half of me only wishes that I had been successful in my bid to rule the criminal underworld of the Eastern Seaboard, or to turn the entire state into an irradiated wasteland. In the end, I failed on both counts, but at least I am able to help a few people, and go to this Nexus for good food and a change of scenery.