You will never be a real god. You have no soul, you have no power, you have no secret knowledge. You are a schizophrenic narcissist twisted by porn and internet forums into a crude mockery of nature’s Creator.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back wizards mock you. Masons are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “brothers” laugh at your powerless appearance behind closed doors.

Spirits are utterly repulsed by you. Millions of years of existence have allowed spirits to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even larpers who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a spirit. Your egyptian rituals are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a low level illusion to appear, it'll turn tail and bolt the second it gets a whiff of your diseased, infected schizophrenic brain.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your normal name (not whatever alien/god larp name you have now), and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a hylic is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably from a normie human.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.