We see a peculiar mess of different items scattered across the floor Nox’s Chamber.
“What appears to be chaos…”
We hear Nox’s voice almost disembodied until we see him flip a switch and lights begin to flash as all of the gizmos laying of the floor begin to work in concert.
“Can often be turned into order by the right mind.”
Nox’s voice states as the din of this ad-hock machine made of repurposed parts continues whir and make noises composed of clicks and switches as weights and counterbalances are triggered by rolling marbles and other intricacies.
“Because what you see laid before you may appear on the surface to be nothing more than chaos, the mess of a mad scientist laid bare. But what you fail to realize is that a ‘mad scientist’ can make a well-functioning machine from the scraps provided to him. What you think is a harmless mess will draw you in as an attractive nuisance until your hands are crushed by the gears. So many moving parts all this chaos, what appears to be uncontrolled chain reactions are just…”
The whirring and pinging of the Rube Goldberg-esq machine winds down. A vial coming into view being filled with an icy blue liquid as it filters through tubes dipped in what appears to be a nitrogen bath. We see Nox in his blue hazmat suit and mask carefully extract the now sealed vial as he lets out a chuckle.
“From chaos, I shall bring order, even if I have to endure repeated chain reactions. Even if I have to take the disparate parts given to me and elevate them to something more valuable that will provide me with what I desire…”
Nox glances back at the mess of a contraption behind him that produced the vial and then back at the vial in his hand. A light in his eyes as he lets out a sinister chuckle.
“That’s the thing no one realizes. I’ve been handed garbage my entire life and I’ve built myself on those piles of garbage. They became this…”
Nox holds the vial of chemicals up as a prized possession.
“They became my world, I didn’t need a factory, a show, a cult, a gallery, a death wish, an apprenticeship, or any one of the enumerable things that my partners or opponents needed to lift themselves up from the gutters they would’ve languished in. I have proven to them all, that they’re not my equals. Come this weekend they will all have to breathe it in, as I build another machine from the garbage I’ve been dealt again. From chaos, I will bring order, and they will all march in lockstep with me as I knock on the door of the Cade residence to take what is rightfully mine. That will be the end of the Chain Reaction that started when I was pulled back from that cesspool Deathrow and it all began with a Grim fate but now it’s time we took this to the NeXT Level.”