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from the journal of Daria Ramona Adalia Gabriela Osana Nalda, dated the seventh day of the fourteenth month, in the year of the magnanimous mollusc:
dear journal,
i don't think i'll ever understand the mindset of heroes.
okay, so the eternal struggle between good and evil spurs certain people to perform incredible feats under virtue's chatoyant banner -- i get that. it's not right for me, but i won't begrudge the folks who dance to that beat. live and let live, yeah? (well, sort of.)
and fine, heroes are, by nature, enthusiastic. they're determined. they want to get things done with ardor, promptness, and, typically, a very sharp blade. although our pursuits are often at odds, i can totally empathize. legends don't follow the lazy, and i for one don't just sit around in my lair all day twiddling my claws when there's a world out there to conquer.
yet, bewilderingly... that seems to be EXACTLY what most heroes think i do.
look, i'm a dungeon boss -- not a minion, not a sycophant, not some nameless brute whose sole purpose in life is to be cut down for the glory of king and country -- the BOSS. i am the most powerful baddie in this evil subterranean stronghold, and i worked my scale-encrusted butt off to get here. when i'm not plotting the annihilation of all things honest and decent, i'm training. developing. GROWING... and these heroes still expect to waltz into my level-inappropriate dungeon and bathe in my glittering hoard of hard-earned loot?
i'm big, i'm strong, and i'm totally offended.
little ones, i may be evil, but i'm not cruel. a sense of confidence is one thing, dark lord knows i have one, but no one deserves this level of condescension or disdain. if you wish to challenge me, then come... but come prepared. (i will defeat you regardless, don't get me wrong, but it's boring to do so effortlessly, you know?) i may shatter your weapons, shear your armor, and break your spirits... but i won't KILL you (if i did, then you wouldn't be able to tell your friends about me, and then i could no longer enjoy a steady stream of good guys from whom to reap experience points), and i respect you and your resolve. respect me in return, please.
i need a drink. sorry for whining tonight, journal, but i had to snap my favorite bracelet earlier just to prove a point, and i needed to vent.
the journal entry ends here.
dear journal,
i don't think i'll ever understand the mindset of heroes.
okay, so the eternal struggle between good and evil spurs certain people to perform incredible feats under virtue's chatoyant banner -- i get that. it's not right for me, but i won't begrudge the folks who dance to that beat. live and let live, yeah? (well, sort of.)
and fine, heroes are, by nature, enthusiastic. they're determined. they want to get things done with ardor, promptness, and, typically, a very sharp blade. although our pursuits are often at odds, i can totally empathize. legends don't follow the lazy, and i for one don't just sit around in my lair all day twiddling my claws when there's a world out there to conquer.
yet, bewilderingly... that seems to be EXACTLY what most heroes think i do.
look, i'm a dungeon boss -- not a minion, not a sycophant, not some nameless brute whose sole purpose in life is to be cut down for the glory of king and country -- the BOSS. i am the most powerful baddie in this evil subterranean stronghold, and i worked my scale-encrusted butt off to get here. when i'm not plotting the annihilation of all things honest and decent, i'm training. developing. GROWING... and these heroes still expect to waltz into my level-inappropriate dungeon and bathe in my glittering hoard of hard-earned loot?
i'm big, i'm strong, and i'm totally offended.
little ones, i may be evil, but i'm not cruel. a sense of confidence is one thing, dark lord knows i have one, but no one deserves this level of condescension or disdain. if you wish to challenge me, then come... but come prepared. (i will defeat you regardless, don't get me wrong, but it's boring to do so effortlessly, you know?) i may shatter your weapons, shear your armor, and break your spirits... but i won't KILL you (if i did, then you wouldn't be able to tell your friends about me, and then i could no longer enjoy a steady stream of good guys from whom to reap experience points), and i respect you and your resolve. respect me in return, please.
i need a drink. sorry for whining tonight, journal, but i had to snap my favorite bracelet earlier just to prove a point, and i needed to vent.
the journal entry ends here.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
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an entire wing of her considerably expansive library is devoted to her victories over the forces of good, actually! she employs a handful of carpenter/librarian minions whose sole duty is to maintain the massive volumes that chronicle her achievements (and to repair the shelves when they invariably snap under the weight). :]
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