Ophyria/Stereotypes

A sword needs always consider the hand that wields it. Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature alone; Perhaps it is time we finally spit out the tail. Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? A fine trick, convincing the larder to tend to itself. Ugh, stop proselytizing and do something about it. Secular nonsense. Honestly, it is hard believe I was ever so delicious. The destiny of this world was decided long ago. No prattling mortal Art can change that. Phhhhhbt-! Really?! Do they taste like Lucky Charms?