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Yea, verily: Who is that, sprinting amidst the freeway! It is 777, hands clutching a vorpal blade! He grunts homicidally:
"As sure as predators devour prey, I come like a storm and lay waste like a hurricane!!!"
Hey, that's kinda cool. Now with my "real" name:
Zang! Who is that, running on the hotel lobby! It is Edgar, hands clutching an oversized scalpel! He roars ominously:
"Blood and souls for my dark lord! I carve into flesh like a mad dog who can only get madder!!"
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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