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Hello there,I saw your forms and if you still do rps. I was wondering if you would like too,if not then that ok too! ^^

In a world where nothing is guaranteed, you either act in your own interest or risk being consumed by those who do. It’s not bad—it’s just how it works. You can call it selfish, but what’s selfish about trying to survive? The universe doesn’t owe anyone anything. You have to take what you can when you can. If that’s selfish, so be it. Survival doesn’t have a moral compass. It’s about what works. If I’m playing the game and following the rules that have kept me alive, then I’m not doing something wrong. I’m making sure I don’t end up on the losing side. Look at any leader, ruler, or organization—they’re just better at disguising their self-interest. The world is full of people pretending to have noble causes, but their actions always circle back to themselves. So why shouldn’t I do the same? At least I’m honest about it. Power isn’t bad unless you let it corrupt you. The real danger is being powerless—being a victim of circumstances. That’s not something I’m willing to be. If I gain power, I don’t hoard it for the sake of hoarding. I use it to ensure I’m not vulnerable. Control is a tool. It’s what allows you to survive. I help people because it helps me. If you think helping others is some grand act of selflessness, you’re naive. I help because it keeps things stable for me or strengthens my position. Ultimately, I take action because it serves my interests. And if others benefit, it’s just a side effect. People judge from a narrow, short-term perspective, but the truth is we’re all just doing what we must to keep going. You might think I’m selfish, but I’m playing the game better than most. In the end, my actions keep me alive and give me the power to shape my world. What’s wrong with that?

Listen up, you miserable creatures struggling through this harsh world. Don’t let life crush you into nothing. Yeah, the sun might try to burn you alive, and the night is full of things you don’t want to know about, but guess what? You’re still breathing. So don’t act like some scared little animal—stand up, fight back, and make sure the world knows you’re not weak. If suffering is all you’ve got, then don’t whine about it—smile and use it. Pain makes you stronger, and despair is just training for those who refuse to break. Now get out there, idiot, and wreck anything that dares to wreck you first.

In shadows deep, where whispers twist and break,
          I tread with claws upon the shifting stone,
          A silent watcher ’neath the moon’s pale wake,
          In solitude, my heart remains alone.
          
          Through violence born, through lessons learned in fire,
          I stand upon the edge of life and death,
          Where every breath is bound to dark desire,
          And strength is marked by shadows in the breath.
          
          Yet still, I seek beyond the torn refrain,
          A truth that hides in silence, cold and clear—
          For though I walk through sorrow, hate, and pain,
          I hunger for the peace I cannot hear.
          
          And in the dark, I find my truth, my way,
          A bond unspoken, never meant to stay.
          
          — Mirage