I destroyed, I killed, I manipulated, I betrayed, I tortured, and I laughed at it all. I suppose that I did it all for art. Art, you ask? How can I justify my atrocities as art? It is very simple. You see, I realized something about my people—both Scrybes and non-wryters alike. All people, despite their intentions or appearances, are motivated by darkness. When I say darkness, I mean the baser aspects of human condition—lust, violence, greed, hatred ... the list goes on.