My mind swirls with determination, so much so that it almost feels like
I’m corrupted. I seethe with focused anger at the thought of anyone or anything
not tasting the edge of my blade.
If ever there lives a creature that has not
squared off against me in heated battle, I should question my own existence!
Yet
there is one key difference between me and the mindless drones that drool with
genetics-led passion for bloodlust: I’m guided by divine wisdom, tested
strength, and a set of biceps that could pop the head off an Iron Giant like a
Telaari Grape, and they are not! Watch me flex and kiss each one!