At last, I am free of that corrupting goo! It was as hampering as the financial regulations I routinely flouted in life. I feel as light as a young mediumfoot, ready to ramble my ancestral forests by the light of the moon.
Perhaps I will hang up this coat and tie and abandon the life of riches I came to love. In the end, did I wear the suit-- or did it wear me? And did not that craven quest for pleasure and recognition always leave me low, spent, sick and sad?
I lost my way long ago, ripping off investors and stupid consumers when I should have been ripping off hikers' arms and alligators' tails. Perhaps in whatever future awaits me, I might return to the noble calling of my race as a wiser, taller Bigfoot.
Farewell, Gaia. You did me right and you did me wrong, but it is all in the past now.
Haunt dark forests and rip the arms off of hikers.
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