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Corrosion. It begins small. Invisible. A faint tarnish, a discoloration on the surface. You don’t notice it at first. You think it’s harmless. You think it will pass. But it never does. It spreads. It eats. It devours. Quiet at … Read More

Emotions. They are the most powerful force in the human condition. Stronger than logic. Stronger than reason. Stronger than science itself. They drive men to greatness… and just as often, they drag them into ruin. I’ve spent my life studying … Read More

You ever sit and really think about what people deserve? I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Because if life was fair—if the world operated on some perfect balance sheet of justice—then the people who hurt, the people who … Read More

I’ve stood in fire before, Felix. I’ve walked through carnage and ruin with blood on my boots and ash in my lungs. I’ve done unspeakable things, and I’ve worn every scar like a badge of honor. That’s who I’ve always … Read More

You ever catch a bad smell? At first, it’s unbearable. It hits you, clings to you, crawls into your lungs like a sickness. You try to wave it away, scrub it off, drown it in something stronger—but it doesn’t go … Read More

Ten years is a long time. In the first couple of years, it’s all about settling in. There’s no expectation. That year one is fresh and new. There’s bubbling excitement and belief. There’s desire. Passion. It’s about understanding what works … Read More

[Doom stands inside a darkened room, with a wooden chair before him. There’s something in his hands. He’s fiddling with it.] “I’m not sorry.” [He shakes his head.] “I’m not not sorry.” [He shrugs.] “I’m indifferent. Indifference is a dangerous … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte, the masked minstrel of demise, the purveyor of notes that weave death into melody. Your songs echo through the air, warnings draped in sorrow, fates sealed with the strum of a guitar. But let me tell you … Read More

[Doom sits as a member of the jury at the head of a high court.] [The Judge addresses the jury.] “Justice.” [He shuffles uncomfortably in his seat.] “People often claim they want justice. They say it’s like a burning desire … Read More

[Doom walks through a small concrete patio. He stops at a large weed growing out of the ground, kneeling beside it.] “Comfort is the enemy of progress.” [He sighs.] “Take this patio for example. I built it using the finest … Read More