I am the focal point, the NPCs delay me, they repeat their sordid phrases,

I am the king, the victor and champion, I won through sheer will, I earned this crowning.

What do I have left in this empty world of completion, what will you offer me for my labour?

When I’ve saved at the full percentage with no more real tasks worthy of my suit,

My diluted vessel is drained and set upon a new body to scratch the surface of a new start.

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