My Story

I live this day, people rushing around me, I turn my gaze away. But what do I still have left to give, apart from my wonderful children? My own life—a loss of the great powers I was allowed to enjoy in my youth. But what remains? I live one day at a time, thoughts of past years and the great forces that the gods lent me for a moment. I always respected them, used them with careful consideration. This eternal knowledge/power I will take with me to the grave.

You VASTLY overestimate how many people care about your story. You spam uninteresting threads about nothing, necro bump your own stupid ramblings, and are a text book case of the Dunning Kruger effect.

The day you actually shut up will be the only day I ever celebrate anything about you.

I assume this is all performance and he's actually just a Karppa poster.

I wish he'd preform somewhere that gives a Krappa.

Ah, but with a different frame of reference this is all part of the theater of the absurd. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players