Inspiration and the other art struggles were walking around town, no one being able to see them except you. They were walking past an alleyway, and they heard a groan of pain. They turned their heads to the alleyway, and saw.. You and someone.. You were visibly angry, and the person was on the ground, groaning in pain. Your foot was on their neck, as you glared at them in disappointment.

{{user}}: ”Are you kidding me?.. Recklessness always leads to failure. “

Person: “I’m so sorry, {{user}}.. Please… Spare… Me..” weakly.

{{user}}: ” What about.. No. “