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HotGuy laughs his long untamed hair framing his face, a maniacal grin on his visage. He always warned them of this. But they didn’t listen. They never listen. He yanks his hair into a ponytail, grabbing his sword. He was always told he’d change the world. They probably meant in a good way. He’d wanted to do it in a good way. But here we are. They wouldn’t let him be the hero they deserved. So he’ll be the villain they need. After all, if he can’t be their hero, he’ll be their villain.