"Hello my name is Daniel though I prefer Dan, and I am a mentally ill psychopath. Please do not worry to much I only bite a little."

Is what I would like to say to someone, but there is no one to speak to at all. Literally! I am probably one of the few people that is able to go to other universes and do amazing things, but I can't share it with anyone. Why? It's quiet simple really.

I DON'T F*CKING EXIST!

At least on the material plane that is. I live in the phantom plane where all phantoms come to perish and ghosts come to thrive. Sure it's cool and all with the flying and walking through stuff but then you meet the other inhabitants. Ghosts and dying phantoms. Don't think it's fun to talk to ghosts by the way, they can't function properly and are constantly looking for a new soul. So when you want to strike a conversation just realize it doesn't want you for your sexy ass body, but rather your shitty personality. The soul to a ghost is a brain to a zombie. They are equally stupid too. Now let's get back on topic, oh yeah! This place is shitty. All I can do all day is look at shitty ass humans start wars and pollute the shitty earth all day. That isn't even the worst of it, the most I can f*cking do is give someone the chills. The chills! Why not something like pins and needles? That way I can at least watch people dance around like the idiots they are.

You maybe wondering right now. 'Dan why do you have the most shitty personality in the universe' and to that I would reply "Shut up you hypocrite I've been in this plane for more than 10,000,000 years."

And then I would proceed to cry on a pile of dead ghosts I killed because I was bored. The worst part isn't the insanity, that's the blissful part. The worst part...is knowing you will never get to share your ideas, or just talk to someone. The worst part is loneliness, the feeling of emptiness constantly sanding my heart down to a pile of saw dust. If death is the end then I'd be glad to wrap my spiritual arms around it and jump for joy. No mom, no dad, no brothers, no sisters, no friends...nothing at all. Emptiness.

You know how I said that loneliness was the f*cking worst part? I lied. Well actually this has to do with loneliness. Just on a much, much larger scale. The worst part is watching all these humans talking about their magic, technological, and amazing feats as if they are something amazing. They always talk about how adaptable and amazing they are without even looking past their own noses. You think the mighty Yuhti tribe has achieved peace and literal immortality through imitating humans? If they did I would literally play Russian Roulette one player style. That's why they always get the worlds with demon kings, and other shitty diseases called demons. No other race in the universe wants those worlds so they just drop them on the humans, trash like them doesn't deserve any better do they. Literally every other race wants them dead in one way or another, they are basically the snobby rich people of the universe except they aren't rich. And I have to watch these assholes all day everyday not being able to do a single thing about them. It's not them being assholes, and jerks, or even their huge egos that piss me off. No. It's my inability to do anything about them. It's unfair for the graces on the human race to live like everyone else. That 0.00000000001% deserves better. 

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That tiny percent who will stand up when no one else will, that tiny percent who will crush what ever they have to, that tiny percent who will stretch out their broken hands and arms and lift up their comrades no matter the pain. I'm not talking about heroes,  no not at all, I'm talking about the people who will fight just because they can fight, I'm talking about the people who would put their life on the line just because they F*CKING could. Those people, all those people that I have seen die pointless deaths just because of those other egotistic THINGS, should be able to live a good life. For that I am willing to fight.

Do you understand my strife now? Do YOU? I have seen this happen for more than 10,000,000 years, traveling through all the spiritual planes of the human realms all I have seen is suppressed light and shining agony. Now just because we're on the topic of suppression and oppression let me ask you again, do you think the mighty Yuhti tribe has achieved literal peace and immortality through imitating humans? No they gained it through the crushing of humans, they gained it through growing humans like cattle and stealing their souls by the planet. This tribe is what humans constantly refer to as their "Gods." A dumb race constantly dying because of the very people that gave them life. This is my STRIFE.

Please let me reintroduce myself now that I have ranted on for so long. 

"Hello, my name is Daniel D. Yama I am the first ever human to die. I reside in the phantom world A.K.A the UNDERWORLD, and I have a plan. What do I call this plan you ask?"

Well I like to call it 

"OPERATION: D.I.N.T.E"