>>24987448"And for a time.... all was well.. through immense fearmongering, I was able to cripple and cultivate the people of this town into a state of despair.. They were weak, miserable little things, but it no longer mattered to me if they were strong or not, because they saw me as their ruler. Whether they wanted to or not, they acknowledged who held the key to their shackles.."
"Finally... after all that stinging agony.. I had found my warped place in life.. but somehow..somehow...it still wasn't enough..."
"Mired in arcane rage and haunted by the sacrificial destinies my mother oft spoke of, I came to adopt the identity of the Lore Miser.. and now.. now I dictate the greater good as I see FIT! Everything is /relative/ because I manipulate it to be so. WHAT'S TRUE? WHAT'S FALSE? WHAT IS REALITY? HOW DEEP DO THINGS GO? IT IS AS I SAY AND NOBODY WILL TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME! THAT IS THE CONVICTION OF THE LORE MISER!"
"With the ability to control what is and what isn't, I began to distance myself and the Marrotonin from the public, who would come to view us as a shadowy dictator pulling the strings of their fate. And why wouldn't they? We held the power, we held the Siren, they had no choice but to obey without question."
"Each month that followed only brought further misery to their morale. I wanted them to feel drained, drained as if the plague had done them in! I wanted them to be dying but unable to feel the sweet satisfaction of death! I WANTED THEM TO FEEL NOTHING BUT COMPLETE AND UTTER DEVOTION TO THEIR MISER AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE THAT GOAL FULFILLED!"
