42 Jovember, 20202020202020202202020201.

Greetings, friends, enemies, foes alike.

You, surely the most fortunate of your brethren, have stumbled across my inspired memoirs!

Alas, it is likely that you, sire, have retrieved them from some lowly waste disposal, for the world is one of fools and charlatans, unready for my brilliance.

I am but a brilliant, infinite mind, trapped within a galaxy of laymen and bastards.

And so, I shall burn each and every one of them until my brilliance is known.



*It is evident that this memoir was from someone else than Triko, upon a second glance.*