Imperial Literature

They call me Splinterjack. I am number forty-six.

I am going to tell you a little something about myself. To begin with, I will explain, in a roundabout way, the nature of my existence.

I am a creature of immaculate terror, a horrible thing conceived in fear and borne of nightmares. I stalk the darkness, filling the void of night with the screams of my victims.

I am a nasty, spiteful thing, really I am. But I am not without my virtues. You see, I’m a rather conflicted being at my core. I suppose we all are, when it comes down to it.
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