Master of Puppets
Greedy, gluttonous, voracious, ravenous, covetous, selfish, grudging, avaricious, churlish, close handed, rapacious, zealous, demanding. All of these words cannot even begin to describe me. I have turned the meanings of these words into a comment next to what I have done. So many lives have ended because I willed it so. I have watched the dying eyes of so many beings, I have lost count. Blood has stained my hands for so long, I can never wash it off. There is no living thing that has successfully stood in my way. I am no formidable fighter. My skill with a weapon is trivial at best. Yet I have shot down, stabbed, burned, and killed even the mightiest of warriors in my quest for power. Even my brothers, my fellow San 'Shyuum have faced my unrelenting wrath.
All of these acts. The cold-blooded murders. The relentless killing. The pointless end to a worthy life. All of these things have happened at my will. What I have done is unforgivable, and I am proud of that.