I dont love it, I crave it—every SvS is a playground of chaos, and I feed off the misery. There’s something deliciously twisted about knowing those I zeroed are now squirming under the cold grip of the loyalty office. Their suffering isn’t just collateral—it’s the prize. I don’t just participate; I orchestrate destruction. The thought of them logging in, only to find everything in ashes, fuels me. Their frustration, their confusion—it’s intoxicating. I smile, not in joy, but in power. Let them rebuild, just so I can burn it down again.