Saren sat atop an apartment building looking down at everyone. He hated all of them, he hated how they lived in perpetual ignorance that the world was fine. He wanted to open their eyes, even if that meant tearing a few of them apart. He activated the collar that was merged into his skin, armor spread out over his entire body. He slowly stood, and summoned a sword, and appeared next to one of them slicing a small group of people in half. It was so fast that it took a few seconds for them to register they were dead. Their upper bodies slid off as huge gysers of blood shot into the air covering everyone. 
"Everyone dance in your liberation," he shouted laughing.