TO BE CLEAR, I AM NO LONGER A CHERUB. I AM APOTHEOSIS. I AM INEVITABILITY. I AM THE EVER ENCROACHING DARKNESS AT THE EDGE OF THE NIGHT'S SKY. I AM THE SLOW DANCE OF DOUBLE DEATH IN A SMOKEY ROOM WITH A GLASS OF MALT WHISKY. I AM THE SMELL OF FELT. I AM ENTROPY. I AM ALL THE THINGS THAT CAUSE YOUR STOMACH TO CHURN. BUT, TO BE EVEN MORE CLEAR, CHERUBS ARE STILL OBJECTIVELY SUPERIOR TO WHATEVER SHITUGLY SPECIES YOU HAPPEN TO BE.
Kult: +35
Kull: +50
Total: 85
Ratio: 0.70



