Written in your Blood...
Now that we have established your fondness of puppeteers, I wouldn't want you to know that I was going to determinate any original or reflections of your actions. Although, you know my motives, you aren't going to say a thing, you're going to let me carry the fight, and make sure the tension is above 100 degrees so you grimace, and imitate with Grim Reaper's vocals, a dark pitched laugh, in which sounds like a mouse squeaking like for a piece of cheese.
Weep not I, for you are only the mirror of the Master of Chaos. A mere reflection. Not a duplicate, but a mere reflection. Being something you're not, for the sake of true power. My My, I wish you the best Puppeteer. And do you think your impression about being a Sadist is going to be worthy of my belief? You try so hard to be something you're not, just to hide the true truth, that you yet to gain REAL human features, emotions, strength, and abilities.
Shall I not forget, you cannot be human, when you're already a class that was created from sane people. Taken everything that was pure, for your own self needs. You didn't give affection, devotion, love, support. Nothing. YOU gave all of your shedding. Just swept it off, like it were dust, and through it on another like it was the perfect gift. Well, your gift mended oh-so-well, it's solid form made them weep, made them lose faith, and belief in everything they knew.
You can't keep hiding that disguise, you Monster. Even for the monsters, do their disguise fade, and their true identity comes forth. Right in the light, burned to a crisp. Did you think that your disguise would always work on everyone? Sadly, not for your sake. Hide all you want, but if you never choose to come out willingly and change, then prepare for our victory.
The emerging swarm of merciless flesh eaters tear at you until you are shaved hallowed.
