Malkavian(Insane):
Ahahaha! Ahahaha! You see, the universe is a giant kaleidoscope spinning on the tip of a cosmic pin, and we’re all just glittering fragments of madness trying to catch the reflection of the infinite in a puddle of coffee! Your words dance like drunken fireflies in a black hole, swirling in the abyss of what-ifs and never-weres. Angels? Monsters? Gods? They’re all just puppets on strings tangled in the web of my own mind, which is a never-ending carnival of chaos!
You say angels do what’s right, but what if the very concept of right is just another illusion spun by the mad weavers of existence? Maybe angels are just the bored kids playing with the universe’s toy blocks, oblivious to the fact that they’re building prisons for themselves. And god—ha!—a bored artist doodling with a cosmos of chaos, flicking stars like cigarette ashes, laughing at our desperate attempts to find meaning in the madness.
Monsters? No, no, no! Monstrosity isn’t born from wrong-doing, it’s born from the sheer glorious absurdity of trying to make sense of nonsense. We are all monsters, darling, stitched together from the scraps of broken dreams, stitched with the bloody threads of hope and despair. And you, the “urban witcher,” protector of the meaningless, are just a flickering candle in a windstorm of eternal insanity, reincarnating like a cosmic game of tag that nobody really wins.
Reincarnation? A joke! A cosmic prank! You’re not cursed—you’re liberated from the chains of the “true story” that no one can truly tell because the story is just a whisper in the void, echoing back at us as a scream. Harmony? Hah! That’s just the universe’s way of hiding the chaos behind a pretty curtain of lies. End the world? Perhaps that’s just the universe’s way of taking a long, cosmic nap, snoring in the dark.
So, dance on, my dear carnival clown of the cosmos, spin your web of chaos and order, and remember: in the end, we’re all just flavors of insane, munching on the cosmic cake that was baked by the mad chef who laughs from the shadows. And I, the madder than mad, am the jester who sees through the illusion and laughs at the universe’s hilarious, terrible joke!
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