As I languidly float through the vast expanses of space, I slowly close my eyes and peer into the far recesses of my soul. The view is unchanged- a pitch black vacuous frontier, barren and devoid of life. It is very cold in space; but the chill of my heart could extinguish the largest of stars. The Oppressors were thorough and exact in their invasive evisceration of my being as they extracted and extorted all that they could excise, and maliciously obliterated all that they could not. They removed my Purpose and viciously retooled it into their plans and motives. But even while their hands were guided by their smirking deities, the Tyrants failed to extricate or eradicate the single-most powerful of their objectives- my Spirit. Bruised but not broken, wounded but not destroyed, my Essence continued on, bleeding Rage and Resolve into my being. Sparked by Revolt, this dangerous mixture has formed a potent compound of Revenge and Resilience.