((See Discussion Thread)) Vader stood, peering over the ledge. "Look at it, isn't it wonderful? Restoring the primordial chaos to reality must truly be, the most beautiful of arts." Below him, a near 900ft below, a riot was ensuing. One which Vader himself had instigated. Over the years he had poisoned the minds of the young Supers, turning them against the humans, each other and themselves. It had started as a rally and had turned into a citywide battle of epic proportions. There seemed to be no more sides, everyone seemed to have lost their minds. Some going on killing sprees, others on paths of destruction. Some fighting simply for the chance to really use their powers, and others literally to survive. It had been going on for days now and showed little sign of stopping. There were just too many people enjoying themselves. "Have you been enjoying your time in my company?" Vader began to address the now ghostly looking man that he had been grasping in his left hand. His left hand, of course, being suspended over the ledge of the now desecrated building face, all the while jesting and proclaiming about his work. The man responded by clutching tighter to Vader's forearm and screaming "Y-Y-yYY-YEAH SIR!" Vader laughed in such a discordant manner it almost sounded like a distorted and badly damaged church organ. "DONOTINSULTMYINTELLIGANCE!" Vader screamed the words into the man's face, shaking him violently as he did so. "I know full well you have been miserable during our conversation, the urine stain on your trousers is testament to that fact. You know cretin, I have no need for liars to be present in my company. If you can not be honest with me, then there is no hope for us Steve. Honesty, is all I ever asked of you."