Sorry for the double post, but I accidently hit post before I could have written -typed- anything.
Me? I was picked on constatly as a child. It then followed me to Middle School. There, I learned that the world is a cold, cruel place and that everyone will tear into you if you are weak. When I hit High School, I dedcided to shatter and destroy my heart. I then became cold and lofty and became a writer. When I wrote, I wrote as if I was each character, and that I knew their emotions, heart and soul inside out. I then killed som of those I came to call children. Though they did not exist, I felt that they did and looked on in horror as I wrote their fated deaths. I had in essence become an omnipotent being (I'm not talking about religion, you'll see what I'm talking about later) yet, I could not even save a few lives. I then created divine being in that world, so that I could place the blame on them, and felt the seething hatred of my mortal children. I then watched them shout, scream and demand of the heavens why they lost their loved one. They were promptly struck down. From their, a war between the mortals and divine consumed the world. What I saw was such desperation, that I saw my mortal children fighting against one another for any slice of power they could find, not realizing they were destroying themselves. The divine I made also consumed one another, their single thought of believing that this whole world is a spiral of death, destruction and despair, and that it should save all be destroying everythin then itself. There, I stopped and looked at myself, I felt the hunger and lust for power and had created the thoughts of vegance and strife. I had so much power, yet all I saw was more and more death and destruction. The few times of peace I saw in that world only occurred when I had placed an avatar of myself to directly intervene… but it was never enough to stop my children from warring once more when I left, hoping that the future would be in good hands. I wonder why people crave power, because when you have the ability to see everything, know everything, understand everything, you begin to question human existance, and begin to tread a thin line with savior and destroyer nipping at your heels. So much power, yet, you would be alone. Being a god is a lofty task, one in which you detach yourself from all you created so that they grow, always wishing you could have saved just one. Power is the thing I see as a destroyer of all and I vowed to drag this hell we call life down with me to my grave, sacrificing myself for my generation and the next.