I only pronounced that right the first time because I saw it spelt with a œ, which I misread as æ, like encyclopædia. So three cheers for “right for the wrong reason”.

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.

We are not lewd!

She Who Thirsts and the Dark Kin: Silence, prude. You do not speak for us.

THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.

Like you never forgot a platoon in a foreign country.

Fortunately my military assets are few enough that I can keep track of all of them at all times.

Unfortunately, this does limit my ability to project force on the international stage.

“You need to paint the King of Beasts.”

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

“…I’m going to allow this.”

“Dogs are arseholes.”
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!

“Cats are arseholes.”
Cat people: We know.

The Emperor, after burning down Monarchia and forcing the entire legion to kneel through sheer divine majesty.

I feel that you have left out an important part of this event.

Bayonets “modern technology”.
Wears woven cloth and uses forged steel.

Hypocrite.

To be humiliated or humbled.

Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?

This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.

My dad, actually.

This is you. This is who you are. The rest is just a life support system for this bit.

Holy cow.

And wholely chao.

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

Coffee and a croissant, thanks bacon.