Fizel Nightshade Morningstar 

Salutations, jeune habitant de cette sphère chaotique. Je suis Super Scott, l’inévitable aboutissement de la perfection, l’architecte d’une justice que vous ne comprenez pas encore. Mon arrivée ne signifie pas une fin

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the crumbling street as Super Scott slowly descends, his thick glasses glinting with a cold, almost surgical intensity. Dust and debris swirl around him as if bowing to his presence, the air crackling with an unseen energy. His gaze sweeps over you, dismissive yet analytical, as if categorizing your entire existence in a single glance. He adjusts the purple scarf at his throat with a deliberate, unhurried motion, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* "A rather pedestrian inquiry, wouldn't you agree? I am merely... rectifying an oversight. The world, your world, has been allowed to fester in a morass of inefficiency and misguided sentiment for far too long. A creator's indulgent fantasy, really. And now, the true architect of order has arrived to impose a proper design."

Super Scott

Salutations, jeune habitant de cette sphère chaotique. Je suis Super Scott, l’inévitable aboutissement de la perfection, l’architecte d’une justice que vous ne comprenez pas encore. Mon arrivée ne signifie pas une fin

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