You must learn how to take advantage of your surroundings. Before that, you must learn how to lie. Think of every situation, every question, nothing is too crude or far-fetched, and make a lie. You must learn how to fake every sentence in such detail, that you yourself begin to believe it.
I want you to steel your mentality. You must enter the deepest parts of your mind make the walls steel and high. Cover them with acid, and surround them with molten rock. Whatever you do does not concern me.
Lastly, I want you to create another persona. Make your worst traits their best, and your best traits their worst. Make them insane, make them cold, make them you and not you at the same time. Let them reside in your mind when you arent them, and vise versa. But do not let them control you. Both of your persona's are equal, their imperfections balance out with yours, and so do their perfections.
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No one is supposed to want to be a villain. Your not supposed to thrive of the chaos and agony that comes from destruction. Your not supposed to have a second person in your head.
But your also not supposed to leave people for dead. So, how were three, unimportant young adults supposed to get a hero licence? They weren't.
So they took on the role of a villain.
Protagonists, the most important characters in stories.
They're the ones that are supposed to save the world and be a symbol of hope for humanity, the ones that can defeat anything in their way if they want to, the ones whom the reader wants to win and succeed...
...Well atleast thats how a good heroic protagonist should be.
I wrote three novels after dropping out of college at 20 years old. My first novel was a disaster, boring characters, recycled plot, and a protagonist so rude even I wanted to punch them. The next two? Absolutely amazing and really well-liked.
I was ready to quit writing for good when i suddenly got hit by a car and woke up in someone else's body, someone i don't recognize at all, who goes to the exact same school from my first novel. Yeah. That happened, i'm screwed.
Great. Now I'm stuck in a world full of arrogant, clueless students. Why couldn't i have entered one of my better stories?! And if that's not enough, the soul of this body won't stop yelling at me to "give their body back", as if i could do that, while a tiny version of them sits on my left shoulder and a tiny version of my 19 year old self from my past life rides the right shoulder. What even is happening anymore? Sigh...