THE FIRST LAMENT
OH, WOE IS I!!!!!
Yes, yes, it is me, the brilliant teller of this tale...the OBSERVER of the UNOBSERVABLE...the SEER of the UNSEEN....I know ALLLLLLLL the spoilers. Do you know how sad that is?? Knowing ALL the spoilers?? IT IS TRAGIC!
Oh, you thought AONA was the author of MY tale??! PAH!! That buttwench is my BUTTWENCH!! He knows NOTHING of being a maestro, a SAVANT at your craft as I! He simply a poser, and, seeing as I am infinitely high than he in terms of ARTISTIC INTEGRITY AND THEMATIC GENIUS, it is only right that I close out act ONE of our marvelous tale that I TOTALLY WROTE.
TREMBLE BEFORE MY MIGHTY IMAGE OF POWER AND SHAKESPEAREAN TALENT!!!
glorious.
glorious.
YES, it is I, the untold 23rd card, who sits in the aether and limbo between the TRUTH....and the FICTION. As we bring act one to a close, I all want you to understand something....
being me is hard. :-(
TRULY, I am unfit for this CRUEL WORLD! my GENIUS is simply lacking on you...you....PLEBIANS!
LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE SLAVED OVER FOR YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL BUTTWENCHES:
FUCKING STUNNING.
FUCKING STUNNING.
But now, here we are. All of you asshat bastard-monkeys, asking on and on and ON for ACT 2, GIMME ACT 2
WELL MAYBE I DONT WANT TO!
*sigh* I mustn't get upset with myself over such low life forms.
I will see you all in the next chapter of my opus. for now, I am off to pity myself and create works of art no one will buy
SO LONG BUTTWENCHES
