21 May 2012
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck..
These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care. I feed on the misfortune of others Some call me Death, Grim Reaper, The fourth horseman.... But I can tell you I'm far more than just those words.
I'm watching you all, keeping tabs on each and everyone. I am the master of rumours. The king of hearsay. The overlord of idle gossip.
Do these rumours have an ounce of truth? Or are they created from the minds of people with nothing better to do? Or is this how the world goes round? I dont really care, as long as I get my fill.
A broken soul is easier to digest.
Curiosity is what drives these rumours. Curiosity killed the cat. And your mother. And your sister too. And someday.... It will kill YOU.
So people ask me, words always brimming with naiveness. "Heard any nice gossip Sire?"
To which I reply...
"My brother, I do not spread rumours I create them"
For I am the King Of The Muckspreaders.
King of the Muck Spreaders • Opuss № I