Prizm

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Having the power of perceived creation limited by my imagination. What an amazing power to have. But like all things there is a draw back. Something that is the down side to all this power. To explain both my riches and my run I must go back to my origin.

Well, for starters I Woke up in a fucking grave! Not a grave in a cemetery, like that would be any better… but in a ditch in the fucking park. Really the park!!! Was I so bad that I was dumped so unceremoniously. But more than that why am I alive and able if I’m in the ground. I don’t remember dying I didn’t have any enemies worth noting. So why? I do however remember living, but I never felt like this in life. Power brimming consuming my mind allowing me to greedily consime it call upon it. I focus and try to think of the best way to use this power. I love samurai, but I am no samurai. Plus I have no weapon. I could shoot blasts from my hands fly and act like the works is bdz. Then it hits me CREATION!!! An arrogant notion perfect fit for me. THAT will be my focus but how? I am torn between creating intricate illusions insubstantial weightless I’m my mind “fake”, but to all others real. Or actual creation giving form and substance at my control but limited. life is not for me to control though I’m sure I can take it, but giving it treads on a realm I dare not walk upon. But must I be torn, “A wise man is a patient man. a fool rushes and in his haste finds ruin issued off riches.” Sui that’s what I will be I will learn abd do both. I may not be strong of body. But matters of the mind strategy I am unrivaled or so I tell myself. And so I begin, and here I am. Very unceremoniously!!!

Prizm

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