
"No one knew his name. Yet, everyone had heard of him. Whispers. Rumors.
Today, he needed to gain control over the Nightglow district. The local mob would not be so inclined to bestow the monopoly they had over the very lucrative market of phorium the district was famed for.
That neon-blue alloy had so many unexpendable properties when it came to nano-technology that its price skyrocketed during the last decade, turning a once-accessible technology into a rare and increasingly unaffordable priviledge. Thus, biotechnologies were only available for the ever-growing armies of the world and some very private hospitals.
Who in their rightfull mind would want to surrender such a high-value market ? Certainly not the Nightglow district's mob. Not that it really mattered anyway, now that he was prying on it. The rumors are scarce and sometimes contradictory, but they all seem to agree on one thing : he always gets what he wants.
This time, the method would be different : he had a new neuro-drug to test, one that induces total behavioral malleability when exposed to a very specific frequency. It proved to be less damaging for the inner parts of the cortex than the one he has been using for the past months : his victims seemed to lose the ability to speak coherently, mixing up words and languages, resigning themselves to mutism. Things would change now. He would have pawns everywhere in the district. He would own the whole area, yet no one would know. The hardest part would be to find the first victim and to strike it with his now-weaponized mechanical arm. The rest would be child's play. And in due time, they would all dance at the very sound of his voice. A secret army of zealots.
No one knows his name. But after years of rumors and unspeakable biological experiments, everyone would speak of him as the Mad Goat."
Wonderful exposition above written by the ever generous
kros. Despite this taking far longer to paint than I would have liked to, I think it worked out better than I expected.
thank you so much again for the opportunity and all the support, kros. cheers~
Today, he needed to gain control over the Nightglow district. The local mob would not be so inclined to bestow the monopoly they had over the very lucrative market of phorium the district was famed for.
That neon-blue alloy had so many unexpendable properties when it came to nano-technology that its price skyrocketed during the last decade, turning a once-accessible technology into a rare and increasingly unaffordable priviledge. Thus, biotechnologies were only available for the ever-growing armies of the world and some very private hospitals.
Who in their rightfull mind would want to surrender such a high-value market ? Certainly not the Nightglow district's mob. Not that it really mattered anyway, now that he was prying on it. The rumors are scarce and sometimes contradictory, but they all seem to agree on one thing : he always gets what he wants.
This time, the method would be different : he had a new neuro-drug to test, one that induces total behavioral malleability when exposed to a very specific frequency. It proved to be less damaging for the inner parts of the cortex than the one he has been using for the past months : his victims seemed to lose the ability to speak coherently, mixing up words and languages, resigning themselves to mutism. Things would change now. He would have pawns everywhere in the district. He would own the whole area, yet no one would know. The hardest part would be to find the first victim and to strike it with his now-weaponized mechanical arm. The rest would be child's play. And in due time, they would all dance at the very sound of his voice. A secret army of zealots.
No one knows his name. But after years of rumors and unspeakable biological experiments, everyone would speak of him as the Mad Goat."
Wonderful exposition above written by the ever generous

thank you so much again for the opportunity and all the support, kros. cheers~
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