I have fought long and hard to become the man I am in my head. Most of the time it seems the battle is only won temporarily but the war lingers, yet the end unseemingly is to come. When my strength can carry me no longer and my will to fight collapses under the weight of a fiercely determined enemy, I can only desire the strengths of a thousand warlords in one single body eliminating every doubt that my fragile delicate body can carry or weild such power. Shaken up, tossed and tossed the wind of victory provokes me to proactively persecute the infantry rising against the core of my existence. Then with a slow determined march of aggressive fearlessness my recruits awaken to a new world of endless possibilities poised to divide and conquer the forces of the enemy. Now every hope of victory, every faith in me and the reality of living a victor is stirred to a higher degree without a tinge failure. Always remember -
