Don’t mess with me. When I go crazy, even the supernatural is afraid!
The gods saw me as a “sacrifice” to offer up to them.
The supernatural beings saw me as “food” to fill their bellies.
When I smiled and made a wine cup out of a god’s head, wove the rules of the supernatural into a robe, and turned an entire asylum representing order into my personal hunting ground...
The whole world fell silent.
Because they were all crying and begging me to stop going crazy.
