It's BORING in nigh on captivity. Not that I'm complaining.
I'd love to be out there on the battlefield, though. Or the Path. One day, I'm going to be great at using the Path. You'll see.
I suppose here might be a good time to tell you about me. You know that mook in the background of blogs that gets killed off? I mean there's probably like one sentence devoted to it. That's me. That's who I am. A generic proxy tormentor, and I pride myself on it. Infamy? Now that can go fuck itself! I don't want infamy. I just want... blood and guts. What all the other crazy generic proxies want.
And sight. Seeing. That little bitch took my eye out, and she will pay in blood for it. But seeing, ever since I was a boy, everything is sight.
Achievements. Torture. No glory.
Blood. Pain. Death. Money. That's all I need.
Generic proxy, out.