POSER.
i didnt choose my class, dipshit. if anything i thought youd take a perverse satisfaction from me being slightly more similar to you.
WHO SAID. THAT I’M NOT? I CAN INSuLT YOu. AND DO THAT. AT THE SAME TIME.
alright then jackass, lay down the law of how one stops being a "poser" lord, so i can completely spit in your face and laugh at it. for all you know im doing exactly whatever the fuck a lord of wreath does.
EASY. YOu BE ME. OR BE IDENTICAL TO ME. AND uSE YOuR INSTINCTS TO GuIDE YOuR ASPECT IN YOuR DOMINATION. OF ALL THE STuPID BITCHES BENEATH YOu. INSTEAD OF “TRAINING”. OR “STuDYING”. OR WHATEVER BuLLSHIT. CLEARLY THIS MEANS. YOu ARE DuE TO BE IMPRISONED IN A PuPPET. WITH THREE OTHER FuCKERS. WHO EVENTuALLY BECOME REBELLIOuS. AND I STILL HAVEN’T FOuND WAY A TO SuBDuE. I MEAN. YOu. YOu STILL HAVEN’T. OR. STILL WON’T.
oh, you poor thing. do you need someone to give you a hug and rub that stupid bald head of yours to make the voices go away?
YYYYNO SHuT THE FuCK uP.
...the part about instinct does seem like good advice though. why should i go looking for answers? they should come to me naturally. im the lord. the aspect belongs to me.
feheheh.