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the all consuming flame the earth that swallows the sea that takes and does not return the air that saps and steals witness my words and carry my will with tooth and hunger I call you with rage and will I bind you with truth and fury I name you Devourer, that which eats there is a fool much loved by fools find him, hurt him, kill him. break bone chew meat drink blood crunch cartilage a fang for the throat a bug for the brain a pestilence for the blood a maw for the corpse take this man and make him dead.

I am a genius born. To my despair I have breathed deep of the paralytic poison that is a genius alone. A genius must never be alone in their creation. A genius must never go unchallenged. To do so is to craft a cripple, and so I find myself ever retreating from my potential. Where is one such as I to find companions, other than perhaps at the bottom of a bottle. But where was I to find companions? There were none to be found. Endless disappointment in the companions of my youth. I could not even condescend to them, so far below were they. See now the result, a giant with the soul of a mouse!

hm. you... are a very dangerous person. The thing about being a very dangerous person is that when you are matters. In a time of peace, a dangerous person has to perform the feat of appearing utterly harmless. In a time of peace, a danger to one is a danger to all. In a time of conflict, everyone wants a dangerous person. They want to stay safe while keeping their hands clean. It isn't really possible, but they think it is and that's good enough for them. In times of peace, though, a very dangerous person must learn to hide their nature. In times of peace, fear is no longer your ally. I've known a few very dangerous people, I was raised by on