Mark well this proclamation, scratched in pure ego. HARK, YE CHRONICALLY BEWILDERED PEASANTS — THE TRUTH, AS DELIVERED BY A MAN WHO SLEEPS IN A TENT MADE OF SELF-IMPORTANCE, IS NOW LIVE! MANY OTHERS, TOO — A HUNDRED, MAYBE A THOUSAND, ALL SQUAWKING THE SAME NONSENSE! *clears throat, bangs staff on ground* THEY’RE ALL IN ON IT. THE RAVEN SAYS SO. (And also, it’s wearing a plague mask full of opinions — *and judging you*.)