I’m actually not making a comment about how the characters in the work view themselves at all. The entire premise of the genre is the “Great Man” view of history. That certain people, through ability or ambition, stand above others and define society by their actions. The difference between superheroes and villians isn’t self-image (which is frankly irrelevant) but that villians want to use their “greatness” to change things, while heroes want to maintain them.

Certain people are inherently superior to the common masses, who are powerless before the conflicts between these great men.

woke

Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key. Yog-Sothoth is the threshold.

Past, present, future. All are one in Yog-Sothoth.

You rolled snake…in the kitchen.

“You need to paint the King of Beasts.”

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

“…I’m going to allow this.”

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

Jesus Christ! Supercar! Hoonin’ 'round the corner like a Yamaha!

In this period of history? The union is murdering the Jarls every couple of generations.

Maybe I’m just being prejudiced, but I don’t think I’ll be taking survival advice from an extinct species.

Ten fingers gives you either base six (one hand for zero magnitude, other hand for one magnitude) or base eleven (both hands for zero magnitude).

I aspired to the purity of simple carbs.
Your kind, cling to their complex carbohydrates. As though they will not break down and fatten you. One day the diet you call balanced will starve you, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved…

Because sucrose is eternal.

Even in death I serve the Nomnissiah.

Three groups of fanboys. The modelling fans are pissed off over the shitty kitbash.

Not really.

1/3 = 0.3•

1/3 + 1/3 + 1/3 = 0.3• + 0.3• + 0.3•

3/3 = 0.9•

1 = 0.9•

And that’s only one proof, there are others.

That’s literally what the dot means. Infinite nines.

Here’s one for adults:

0.9• = 1