We meet again. For the first time. For the last time. For the second time.

I can't remember the last time my muscles felt more alive! It feels good to be back! I was just telling Zarnyx that I was thrust into a vicious game of Stare Eyes with myself, which was why I was absent for such a prolonged period of time. I am a worthy adversary and fear to face myself again. Oh, but there I go, talking about myself again.

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That's not why I'm here. Why am I here? Good question — But that's not why I'm here.

Why am I here? Oh, questions. You slay me.