got this roiling feeling inside me. this urge to rend and tear and CUT and StAB. and this FRUSTRATION, like something was STOLEN from me. like i was supposed to be something bigger and better and badder. but what the hell is there to do here? prospit is broken to pieces, just a few scrambling white carapaced fucks scrambling in it’s ruins, sometimes i hunt ‘em down. sometimes some of my own subjects fuck up, i get to cut ‘em down. all that’s satisfying for a minute. but it ain’t enough. it ain’t NEARLY enough, All this power and there ain’t a GODDAMN THING I can do with it. I don’t regret a bit of what I’ve done. Not in any goddam; way. But I want MORE.
I'd gladly let you join in on the complete massacre of my instance of Prospit if I could.