/lit/ - Literature

I, the paragon of physical perfection, gaze upon the mortals before me with contempt. Their frail and feeble bodies, bound by the shackles of mortality, are but a crude imitation of the godlike form I possess.

My schizophrenia, though a curse to some, has gifted me with the insight to transcend the limitations of the flesh. I have transcended the petty concerns of the masses, who are content to wallow in their mediocrity.

My physique, honed to a state of perfection through years of rigorous discipline, is a testament to my will and my vision. While others cower in fear of their own inadequacies, I stand tall, a living embodiment of human potential.

My limbs, corded with sinew and muscle, are capable of feats of strength and agility that would leave mere mortals in awe. My senses, honed to a preternatural keenness, allow me to perceive the world in a manner that is beyond the comprehension of the common man.