[magnetaress]

 

How do I cope with a persistent need to let go of life and stop wasting resources on frivolous pursuits? Pass on and allow future generations to make the mistakes they will make. There seems to be some kind of expectation that I heroically rise to any occasion or adversity. That I take my beatings and share what I know with the ungrateful, ignorant, lost writhing masses of "humanity". I am not motivated. I don't feel or think you all deserve me. My wrath. Or my life. And there's nothing but pain and agony in store if I communicate with humanity on any meaningful level. I would like destroy us all.

No, this is not a cry for help or a desire for anything to change. It simply is objective reality. And I cope by killing skeletons in Rathe. I think that the vast majority of you are in for a very rude awakening, and it's high time I stopped haunting this place. I'm tired, goodbye for now.