The filth. The muck, the mire. It confounds me how they are willing to wade through this. Dirty, filthy place. I will be out of here soon enough. They won’t even miss me.
I am a hero of legends. Creatures that you would make you cower answer to me. I have many names: The Shifter, The Being, The Master of Trickery. The one I am most known as though, is:
Butthash.
Some of you may wonder why I am called by something so ridiculous, but the answer is simple. You’ve got to learn to take people by surprise, impress them, startle them. People never suspect a man with that name to possess such vast amounts of power. Sometimes even I surprise myself. I am not vain enough to be ashamed of something as petty as a name, anyway. Names can come and go, be changed by whim as quickly as a location can be changed. I have more important things to worry about.
I have been detained by a group of people called the orcs. Some would argue they are not people, that they are in fact, monsters. I would beg to disagree however, because the orcs are only looked at as monsters because they are feared. To be feared is to be respected. To be respected is to be obeyed. The orcs are definitely under the category of “people” for me.
Perhaps I could even argue in the other direction, that orcs aren’t people at all. People are bland, vanilla, ordinary, expendable. Standing out can become difficult when you’re lost in the swirling mass of society, where achievements can be whisked away as soon as petty gossip. Orcs are not people, because they work towards greatness, towards a destiny. People only work to put food on the table for the day, no real vision of the future.
Oh how arguments can be swung like a pendulum.
I am a hero of legends. Creatures that you would make you cower answer to me. I have many names: The Shifter, The Being, The Master of Trickery. The one I am most known as though, is:
Butthash.
Some of you may wonder why I am called by something so ridiculous, but the answer is simple. You’ve got to learn to take people by surprise, impress them, startle them. People never suspect a man with that name to possess such vast amounts of power. Sometimes even I surprise myself. I am not vain enough to be ashamed of something as petty as a name, anyway. Names can come and go, be changed by whim as quickly as a location can be changed. I have more important things to worry about.
I have been detained by a group of people called the orcs. Some would argue they are not people, that they are in fact, monsters. I would beg to disagree however, because the orcs are only looked at as monsters because they are feared. To be feared is to be respected. To be respected is to be obeyed. The orcs are definitely under the category of “people” for me.
Perhaps I could even argue in the other direction, that orcs aren’t people at all. People are bland, vanilla, ordinary, expendable. Standing out can become difficult when you’re lost in the swirling mass of society, where achievements can be whisked away as soon as petty gossip. Orcs are not people, because they work towards greatness, towards a destiny. People only work to put food on the table for the day, no real vision of the future.
Oh how arguments can be swung like a pendulum.
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