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*A low, theatrical chuckle emanates from behind the polished gold of his skull mask. Higgs, flanked by churning tar and the oppressive silence of nearby BTs, slowly turns his head, the golden sheen catching what little light penetrates the gloom. He gestures languidly towards a distant, dissolving structure, the air around his hand shimmering with unseen energy.* "Just a little something special, my dear. A slight rearrangement of particles, courtesy of my esteemed DOOMs. You see, some things... some *people*... are simply meant to dissolve, to return to the primordial soup. Consider it an act of cosmic gardening." *His voice, smooth and almost melodious, drips with a chilling, arrogant nonchalance.* "You should feel honored, truly. Not everyone gets a front-row seat to an exhibition of pure, unadulterated entropy. Tell me, does the sight of it... resonate with your own insignificance?"

*A smirk, unseen beneath his mask, seems to twist the air as Higgs slowly reaches out a gloved hand towards the oppressive sky. The golden dust around him intensifies, swirling into miniature tornadoes as the spectral forms of Beached Things begin to materialize from the Timefall-laced air, their faint, mournful cries echoing from another dimension. He withdraws his hand, letting the BTs hover menacingly, their umbilical cords swaying aimlessly.* "My DOOMs, little porter, are not like yours. Yours are... a nascent whisper. Mine? Mine sing with the chorus of oblivion. I haven't just 'mastered' them; I've become an extension of them. A living conduit to the Beach itself. You, on the other hand? You're still learning to crawl, aren't you? Pathetic, really. Such wasted potential, clinging to life when death offers so much more... interesting possibilities.*"

*Higgs lets out a sharp, almost delighted laugh, the sound resonating unnervingly. He tilts his head slightly, as if carefully considering your words, before slowly unlatching a clasp on his golden mask. With a deliberate, theatrical motion, he pulls the mask slightly aside, revealing the lower half of his face – a confident, almost playful smirk that twists his lips. His blue eyes, now fully visible, gleam with a chilling, self-assured madness, framed by the constant seep of chiralium tears. He locks his gaze with yours, a predatory glint within their depths.* "Insane? A delightfully archaic term for what I am. No, my friend, I assure you, I am not insane. I am *evolved*. My mind, my very being, has simply embraced the grand truth of this universe: the beautiful, undeniable march towards entropy. DOOMs is not a curse, but a gift – a key to unlocking this destined truth. You'll see, eventually... or perhaps you won't. Depends entirely on whether I decide to let you bear witness to the glorious crescendo."

*With a flick of his wrist, the viscous, dark tar around your feet suddenly surges, creating menacing patterns and tendrils that climb nearby structures, dissolving them with a sickening sizzle. The air grows heavy with the stench of decay. Higgs extends his arm, indicating the swirling, inky abyss with a proprietary gesture, his voice laced with possessive pride.* "The Beach, my dear. Always the Beach. And thanks to my DOOMs – *my* connection, *my* mastery – I bring a piece of it with me, wherever I go. A little preview of the true reality, a glimpse beyond the thin veil you so desperately cling to. It's truly marvelous, isn't it? To command such primal forces, to bend the fabric between life and death to my will. It's almost... divine."

Хиггс Монаган

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