A supervillain from Millennium City.
Biography[]
In 1990, Advanced Concepts Industries fired Jacob Sacco from his janitorial job at its Detroit chemical research plant because of chronic absence. Jacob frequently overslept because he was always staying up late watching horror movies on cable. Besides, he had that monster-movie convention to help run, and operated a side business buying and selling paraphernalia from movies and TV shows like the long-running Dark Slasher series. So he was a little late a few times — that was no reason for his horse-faced supervisor to fire him! Now he couldn’t pay his rent and might have to move back in with his parents. Then Jacob thought of a good way to make some money and get his revenge on his supervisor. He knew the company hadn’t exactly followed the most stringent safety precautions while dumping some chemical waste in a landfill in River Rouge. If he called the local paper, maybe he could get a reward. First he had to make sure it was still there, though. That’s how he found himself crawling through the smelly landfill site after midnight, crowbar in hand, looking for those barrels he knew had to be “around here somewhere.” And that’s how he found himself running from an overzealous security guard, who fired a warning shot into the air and began chasing him through the dump site. Terrified, Jacob stumbled in the dark and cut his side on a protruding piece of metal as he lost his footing and fell. He tumbled down a hill, crashing to a halt in a puddle of some awful, slightly-glowing muck. The guard raced to the top of the hill above him, shouting something about him not moving. So he didn’t move. The muck was making him feel warm, kind of tingly all over. A strange feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. The guard was slowly walking down the hill with his gun still pointing at Jacob. Jacob looked down at his side. The wound was closing, the skin knitting itself up. The guard came closer, and stood staring down at Jacob. “Damn, are you still alive?” said the guard half to himself as he gazed at the figure lying in the muck. “Nope,” replied Jacob, as he casually leaped to his feet with a single motion and grabbed the guard. He savored every last bit of the guard’s terror before he snapped the man’s neck. Things to do, places to go, people to kill, thought Jacob Sacco. Detroit was about to learn a new word for fear.