Oh the Tragedy!
To live shoulder to shoulder among sinners! A world filled with things superfluous, a pretense unjust, where the masses defile every fiber seen in the morality of nature! Perhaps this is only what (us) the scourge of the Earth are fit to do. To pick. Pick away, leaving no grain of sand upturned, ensuring that we alone, are the only ones that are left! That we – high chested and the slim figured (with skin finer and a taste sweeter than Aglaea herself might I add) humans alone, have conquered, multiplied, and explored – every nook that this aimless, simplistic, floating heap of gravel, water, and air can offer. For we, are in a race unmatched. A race so important(!), that even Hercules himself, steering the most indomitable steed, with sinews bulging, wouldn’t be fit.
Oh the Tragedy.
