Proof of our perceived life isn't a determinant for the truth of nothingness. It's easy to look down your nose on everything when you think yourself above me for holding my own views. Hard to remain the pragmatist when the glaring truth doesn't quite coincide isn't it?

Rich, that sure is a choice of words. I did my suffering, I accepted what it was. The sins of my father, some such some such. Keep going though. Your true colours are showing. Lower and lower the knife sinks, yet it cannot seem to find hold. Seems even you have to hold values.

I said I suffered, not that I was. Things improved. Even if there are days of hurt. In fact, I spoke of joy, happiness, a contentedness with my existence. You're the one talking about misery. Suffering. Seems like projection. I'm just bored waiting for any of you do something.

Dramatic words. Infinitesimal condescending. Sehr gut, ist mir egal. Keeton's broken. Robert is... confused. Amber and I are on the wrong side of each other. I'm here, and yet I keep asking for one simple thing. Someone please take my head at #PWV9. The voice is so loud now.

Smile more, that way they know you're happy. You're wrong if you think different, because they know better. Keeton said he'd take something that matters next time. He can't take anything I haven't broken. I'll cry for them, so they needn't have to. Only misery at #PWV9. Right?

// Come join and scare me, so I live in constant anxiety about being one bad week away from never winning again.

Take the head, slay the filth. Take the head, slay the filth. Take the head, cleanse the horrors. I'll be there, make sure you are too. For only in razor-wrapped death, will we know whether the Heavens ordained, or the bottom-sucking filth walk the truth.

// Fucking brain-dead moron.

First the crime. This idea that any person who made it through that Prison would be anything but fodder. More food for the mewling masses who beg for the blood of the insane. I am Valor, the supposed King. There are no monarchs here. At #PWVGlory, the criminal, learns my truth.

Second, the crime. Thinking that you belong here. That because you fiddled around with those who could not earn it. You're not going to be my foil Lex. No, there is only one who I will let take my head. For your crime at #PWVGlory, I will be judge, jury and executioner of you.

Punishment comes third. To break them down. See, this is punishment for your own hubris. You don't belong here, and yet. You step to the plate and know nothing. Let me show you, punishment, Lex. #PWVGlory is simply the first day of an unending punishment. Another victim burns.

I beat my boss, and the purple one. Who would have seen that coming?

At one point, Vita Mors Company, was possessing me. So technically at some point, BTE was being funded by Hipster money. I hope you sleep better at night with this information.

// We finally got a Silksong release date, and people are out having drama? Smh.

Some would think Rehabilitation would be fourth. I'm not so sure with you. Rehabilitation comes in the form of penance. Of passion paid. Of being martyred, for the sake of the sanctity of society. At #PWVGlory, will you succeed in your rehabilitation? I'm inclined to think not.

Release comes next. A freedom for the those who think they deserve better. A life sentence avoided, but parole is not your salvation. No, see for you Lex? Release is what happens when you hear the bell. #PWVGlory, when the last drop of blood falls, you'll know your own failing.

Recidivism. Repeating what brought you here. In this case, you spout the same bullshit that I have heard time and time again. Wax poetical and play my game. Think your pain is any more than what I have endured. #PWVGlory you repeat the crime, and you will serve the punishment.

After it all, death row awaits you. For this is an execution state. Don't worry, you won't stay long. I promise you. They constructed this all, in hopes that someone would be good enough. But none will survive this sentence. I am life. I am Valor. I am Death Row at #PWVGlory.

Finally. Execution. I am the Kingslayer. The ender of Monarchy. I am the filth, the scum and the decay that rots from the inside. I am the final breath you take before eternal nothing becomes everything. At #PWVGlory you are nothing in my world. You'll be just another corpse.

Also, I'm kind of tall I guess.