Passion

	How could this have happened? How could my defeat have come so easily, at the hands of such a simpleton? What’s more, how could he have found my music displeasing? How could I have been trounced by such a moronic philistine? My music is beautiful, true art at its best, and yet he stepped in and mocked it?

	No, he shall pay, should he ever return. I’d like to see him try to steal another thing from this castle, this magnificent palace of Oshoe. My life is long-gone, but I shall never suffer such humiliation again! Never, I say, never! Not from you, nor from anybody else!

	Oh no, my hair, it is beginning to become unkempt. Rage is terrible for such things as this. Maybe a few more curls should keep it straight. Yes, that will do nicely. Beauty is important to keep for such an artist as me. A few new scores for my symphony would soothe this pain. Yes, another movement. It has been a while since I’ve added one.

	What’s this, intruders? No matter, they shall prove good relief for my unbound rage. Come at me, then, pig-masked fools! How would you like a candle to the face? Maybe a chair? How about all of this? Do you like pain? Flee, while you still can! You shall find despair at the hands of Mr. Passion!

	No... I shall shed that name, just like I shall shed my defeat at the hands of that thief! I am no longer Mr. Passion, he is dead, more dead than I shall ever be! I am stronger, faster, and more beautiful than ever! My music shall become your death! Bow, bow to the magnificence of Lord Passion!

	A new robe should fit this occasion quite nicely. Yes, I should shed my old look completely. Maybe yet another curl to this splendid hair would add to my splendor, as a Lord must look the part as much as he behaves it. What’s this? The intruders are fleeing? And what is this that I hear? My music, dull? It cannot be! You shall die for this insult!

	I’d like to see you try to comprehend my music! More fuel to the fire, fools! How do you like this baton? I think it would look quite nice thrust through your chest! How does pain feel? I have not felt it in so long... Your death shall serve as a finale to the failure that was me, that was Mr. Passion, and an opening act to the grandeur of Lord Passion! Ooh, what magnificent shoes!