What am I Doing Here
Everything that has recently come to light is everything besides convenient. It’s a mosh pit of uncomfortably inconvenient paraphernalia, and, to put it simply, sucks.
Wow, so mature. Aren’t you just a savant of literature, a being with a lexicon so preposterously gluttonous William Shakespeare is groveling at your boots, begging for spare enlightenment. Your power is immense and unconditional, your brain is gigantic and filled with secrets of vast eldritch dimensions.
So what are you expecting. Some painfully crafted YA dystopian novel made by a hormonal teenager that’s still afraid to ask for extra ketchup? No, I’m an entity of mass vigor and control over the fabric of reality, I tug the strings of plot like a megalomaniacal puppet master, and I aim to do absolutely nothing productive with it.A
