There's a LOT of warnings in books and games and films and what-all about anger. About the terrible things it does to the human brain.
And you know what? We never believe them. We laugh and call it cliche. A fantasy staple, keyword being fantasy.
Even I thought it was some kind of rare thing, if it ever happened.
Till I looked at myself and found out I was wrong.
Old Jack pointed out that one man may be placed so his anger kills people, and another may be placed so however mad he gets, he just gets laughed at...But the stain on the soul may be much the same. Not the stain of the guilt of consequences-that's something separate altogether of course. The stain of the anger itself.
It does twist you out of shape.
Sometimes I imagine what I'd be like with a chunk of Nethicite, and the image is not a good one.
But don't think I'm just putting myself down here. This is freaking endemic.
Don't believe me? Well, just think; if everyone could make 'Go to hell!' a performative statement when screaming it at their ex, the cliffs of Weep-not would be standing room only!
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