Her Misanthropy
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I'm Damarius Nox. Now, people seem to think I'm not right in the head. *chuckles* , If I'm not so "right in the head", then tell me, what the hell does "right in the head" mean to this disgraceful disgusting abomination we call humankind? You see, you have to understand that nothing in this world matters. Ironic. We're all made up of matter, yet we don't.
People ask me, "What is your specific type?" (In killing they mean).
Well I tell them, "The 'human' type."
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