The stars have claimed that my recent actions have been "evil" in nature. But what do they know? They're just orbs of celestial light. I am not evil, I am tastefully petty. I will purify a cursed forest or something tomorrow, so that they stop their incessant whining. The heavens can be so obnoxious. "Too severe a punishment" this, "move his nostrils back to his face" that. Sometimes I wonder if I should've been a Warlock.














