I’m actually not making a comment about how the characters in the work view themselves at all. The entire premise of the genre is the “Great Man” view of history. That certain people, through ability or ambition, stand above others and define society by their actions. The difference between superheroes and villians isn’t self-image (which is frankly irrelevant) but that villians want to use their “greatness” to change things, while heroes want to maintain them.

Certain people are inherently superior to the common masses, who are powerless before the conflicts between these great men.

woke

Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key. Yog-Sothoth is the threshold.

Past, present, future. All are one in Yog-Sothoth.

You rolled snake…in the kitchen.

THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.

“You need to paint the King of Beasts.”

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

“…I’m going to allow this.”

“Dogs are arseholes.”
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!

“Cats are arseholes.”
Cat people: We know.

Bayonets “modern technology”.
Wears woven cloth and uses forged steel.

Hypocrite.

To be humiliated or humbled.

Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

Changelog: Hi, guys. So you probably noticed that I pulled the humour repo. Short answer is it was conflicting with everything, and I don’t have the time or energy to fix it. My advice is to remove humour from your dependancies and purge it from the system.

Sorry, I know how important humour is to some of you. If anyone wants to take up maintenance of the repo, I can mail you the terabytes of error logs you need to sort through.

“Let us recite the Al-Fatiha for the martyred soul of John Brown.”

“We will not be reciting the Al-Fatiha for anybody.”

I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?

This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.

My dad, actually.

This is you. This is who you are. The rest is just a life support system for this bit.

Holy cow.

And wholely chao.

Jesus Christ! Supercar! Hoonin’ 'round the corner like a Yamaha!

Ceasar conquered Gaul, but Nicomedes conquered Ceasar!

Also “yielded to Hephaeston’s thighs” - maybe Diogenes.

Be honest.

sigh No-one ever wanted to work. It was a requirement for your existence to continue being tolerated.

Thank you.