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I write fiction. I write philosophy, too. I’m pretentious and egotistical and highly amused, but it’s okay. I can get away with it because I actually am better than you. I do battle with various kinds of idiots and jerks and heroes with fine mustaches, so I’m sure I can take you on too.

I have taken the identity of Blumeire Bleck, Count of the Dark World, for the purposes of anonymity. If you know who I am pretending to be, you are an elightened person.

Or at least have good taste in villains.