So, I feel pretty terrible about a lot of things. Primarily, I don't act on things that should be acted upon, and thusly I harm people in ways that I don't even care to consider. Think on this for a moment. The entirety of life is primal, down to one carnal speck, the innate need for breeding. So, Why should I consider others less... worthy for this cause? Because I am an evil creature. Not that I see anything necessarily wrong about that, that's just how I roll. Meh.
I'm also terrible at reading people's emotions. I can't tell if you're coming onto me, I just see it as playful banter. The exception that proves the rule is this: I can read negative emotions as though they were neon signs. And worse. I can take these moods, and I can make them toweringly worse. I can ruin any mood, be it love-laced depression or sheer white rage. You see, If I could take this power, and apply it to any other aspect of a human, my life would be one of glory and joy. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to kill myself, or make you pity me, this is more of a warning, because if my mood becomes near-permanent, the lives of people around me are going to become bi-polar. Without so much manic, and considerably more depressive, you see. Ah, but aghast, I shall seek to steep myself in lore until I see a shining light that will allow me to return to my natural self. For those of you that are coming on to me, don't take my shelled approaches and reflective, naieve behavior as a sign that I do not wish to know you, and mayhaps love you, you just need to act on your feelings, because I have the initiative of a quadruple-amputee vegetable. I do jack s**t of my own accord, unless of course the theatre calls. Well, that's all for now... bitchez.
Arcus Shadowson Community Member 
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