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Look at Stormstrike. Look at your character. Now back to Stormstrike. Look away- he saw you looking and is walking towards you, but ran into a line of kindergarteners because he wasn't paying attention. Look back, he's fighting several children. Look at your hand, there's a note. it says "Edgyman 10,000" look back up, there's stormstrike, ruining everything.

Sadly, your character isn't Stormstrike- but they could be. All you need is a lifetime of being ignored bc you've got too many siblings and one dad with a very important job who can't make it to you baseball games. channel that aggression into training from sunrise to sunset with your former president and definitely psychotic grandma, who then dies suddenly, leaving you alone with a hyper-competitive brother and a ton of outdated worldviews that she projected onto you. Grow to hate your brother because he was born first and is also first at everything, winning all of your father's attention because you, the second-born, are also second-best at everything and only winners get sprinkles on their ice cream. Meet a beautiful girl in a firefly lit field and fall in love, only to watch her die giving birth to triplets (one of which is stillborn) and be completely unable to help her. Feel powerless, and then hate yourself for feeling this way because your grandma said that powerlessness is a weakness.
Tell your children not to talk to their uncle and yell at them when they do, because you have no clue how to be a parent and grew up without an example of a good father. Slowly drift away from your children because your outdated view of the world and their modern ideals clash, and cry about it at night because they're all you have left of the only person that made you feel truly happy, wanted, and important. Avoid other people and spend all your time in the garage with the punching bag your grandma left you and train until your hands bleed because you were taught that therapy is for weaker people. Meanwhile, your brother disappears and you're happy about it, making the rift between you and your children even bigger.

Meet another girl and woo her with your muscles and charm so you can break her heart, because being wanted is the only thing that makes you feel emotion. Realize you fell in love with this girl and experience guilt, euphoria, relief, and depression simultaneously.
Watch this girl, the love of your life, die right in front of your eyes before you tell her "I Love You" (because, according to grandma, emotions in general are also a weakness.) Die beside her, alone and afraid in a strange place surrounded by strangers. Don't be mourned by your father, your living siblings, your children or your grandchild.