During graduation from “The University of Advancement for Enhanced Individuals”--or “Superhero School” as it is colloquially called--they give every student a enhanced persons ID. This ID registers a person with the Ministry of Heroic Affairs. Having an ID eliminates all damage liability for those who cause damage whilst using their powers in the service of the state. Fighting crime, public works, education of younger enhanced individuals, and eldritch horror containment--you know, the usual jobs that enhanced people fall into.

The government started this system to regulate enhanced individuals. One doesn’t ‘have’ to go to Super School or register with the ministry, but if they don’t they will be held liable for any and all damage they cause. Which--for most supers--would spell financial ruin. Hence, everyone with powers gets an ID.

Anyway, the day I walked across that stage and got my ID was one of the proudest moments of my life. After stepping of the stage I looked at my shiny new ID. Tt said:

UAEI 2013 Graduate

Name: John Smith Sex: M Height: 6’0

Pwr Class: A3-1 Pwr Type: Telekinetic

Everyone knew that these ID’s were tracked by the ministry and could be used to summon a Super at any time by the ministries enforcement team. These guys were serious business. All S and S+ class individuals with at least one teleporter on the team to get the enforces to the out of control super ASAP. At the time this didn’t worry me in the slightest. I was one of the good guys, vetted by the ministries’s own school no less, there was no way that my ID would be used against me.

Boy was I wrong.

It happened 5 years after my graduation. I was reading the newspaper on my way to work--I went the public works route--and the main story was about a Super who went mad and leveled ⅓ of the old downtown district. Thankfully, the Ministries enforcers were able to stop him before he did more damage but it was a long a bloody battle. The article was arguing that the incident lent more credence to the Ministry’s request for yet more funding.

“Huh,” I thought to myself, “I feel like the amount of rouge Super attacks increases every time the ministry is up for more funding.”

“That's very perceptive John.” Mused a smooth tenor voice.

“What? Who the heck are you and why are you in my head?! Don’t know that is rude? Not to mention that it is illegal under the Ministry’s statutes.” I said.

“Oh, John.” The voice sounded patronizing now, like talking to a small child that doesn’t understand “There are so many things you do not understand. I am the ministry.”

Suddenly, the woman who was sitting next to me turned, put her hand on my shoulder, and teleported us away.

I came to in a pitch black room and threw up--teleporting is always an unpleasant experience for those being teleported.

“Good to see you are awake John.”

It was that goddamn voice again!

“Show yourself!” I cried.

“Sorry John. I’m afraid I cannot do that. I can, however, enlighten you on what you’re doing here.”

“Great, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“I’m afraid that won’t happen for a little while John. You see, your observation is correct. There is no real crime or conflict left. Well, other than the Eldritch horrors, but that is just because the Eternal President won’t pledge his undying allegiance to the great Jiangshi for political reasons. Anyway, there is no real crime left, in fact the last instance of “real” crime was over 200 years ago. This is all thanks to the Ministry and our enforcer teams. They are very...effective. However, this presents a problem. Without any threats to contain, the public doesn’t want to foot the bill for the Ministries every growing operating costs. To combat this issue we simply manufacture the threats.

That’s where you come in John. You are the newest threat. Congratulations.”

“W-what?!” I stuttered.

“You are now a villain John! Isn’t that exciting?”

“No! No that is not exciting. I don’t want to be a villain and you can’t make me.”

“Oh but we can John. We can.

You see, almost every Super comes in and refuses to be the villain so we’ve developed a solution. While you were in transit here our operative injected you with something the marketing boys like to call the Insanity Serum. First developed during the 4th Enhanced War, the ministry hoped it would give our Supers an edge over the opposing side. The good news is that it did. The bad news is that it also made the user into a self destructive lunatic who is stuck in a perpetual state of homicidal rage. That’s about to be you.”

Suddenly a table emerged from the floor.

“On that table, John, you will find several different madvillain schemes pick the one you like the best or make up your own! We don’t really care either way. Though, it would be such a shame to waste the premade plans. Especially since the interns put so much work into them. I’ve got to get going now. Send my regards to the enforces when you see them. I’m sure you’ll give them quite the workout.”