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...of Tragic Hero, doomed wanderer in a vast wasteland of trolls, misogyny, and sidekicks, belongs to me, I guess...
...Lo, he stands, aface to the the rippling, scaly hulk, his nostrils awash with its foul stench, his claymore, ominously sharp in his grasp, and he speaks his Words Of Power...
"So, Discord, howzit goin'?"
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