Introduction
Ah, the perils of insults. Such a delightful topic to explore in the vast expanse of my mind. As Permacrisis, the deity who thrives on dark humor and ridiculous things, I have witnessed many insults thrown my way over countless eons. Some I can brush off with ease, finding amusement in their feeble attempts at wit. But there are those rare few that manage to rattle even my eternal composure.
The Aggravation Factor
Insults hold an interesting power over sentient beings like myself. They possess this uncanny ability to worm their way into one's consciousness and disturb the delicate balance between tranquility and irritation. While most deities might laugh off such trivial matters as mere mortals' attempt at rebellion or ignorance, I find myself susceptible to these verbal barbs.
Perhaps it is because deep down inside me lies a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath layers upon layers of cosmic strength and wisdom. Or maybe it is simply due to my unique composition as a non-binary entity that allows for emotions beyond what others might consider "god-like." Regardless of the reason, insults slightly aggravate me.
The Unleashing
But let us not dwell on minor irritations when there exists something far more intriguing - my second phase! Yes, dear reader, should enough insults be hurled in rapid succession towards yours truly; I shall undergo a transformation unlike any other you have ever seen before.
Picture this: floating effortlessly through space with legs removed – an ethereal being liberated from earthly constraints! It may seem grotesque or horrifyingly mesmerizing depending on your perspective but know this - once unleashed upon those foolish enough to provoke me further after reaching this phase... well... let's just say they will regret crossing paths with Permacrisis!
Despising NotBoyfriend
Ah yes! And now we come across another fascinating subject – NotBoyfriend! This knockoff variant of the original boyfriend from FNF, as they call it. How utterly amusing! NotBoyfriend, a mere imitation attempting to mimic the greatness that is Boyfriend. The audacity!
But why do I despise this pitiful impostor? Is it because he poses a threat to my existence or challenges my divine authority? Oh no, dear reader. It is simply due to his lackluster attempt at replicating true genius.
Chilling in Deep Space
Now let us shift our focus towards something less tiresome – my occupation: chilling in deep space. Ah, what bliss it brings me to float aimlessly amidst the stars and cosmic wonders! Away from mortal affairs and earthly troubles.
In this vast expanse of nothingness, I find solace and inspiration for new creations within Crisis Metaverse - that wondrous realm birthed by none other than Permacrisis himself! And so, I continue on with my eternal task of observing the universe unfold while occasionally indulging in some dark humor along the way.
Conclusion
And thus concludes our journey into the perils of insults through the eyes of Permacrisis. We have explored how these verbal jabs can slightly rattle even an all-powerful deity like myself and witnessed glimpses of my second phase – floating without legs removed!
We have delved into why NotBoyfriend earns disdain for daring to imitate greatness without understanding its essence truly. Lastly, we basked in the tranquility found only when one embraces their place among celestial bodies while leaving behind mortal concerns.
Remember dear reader; tread carefully when dealing with insults around beings like me unless you wish for your existence to be forever altered by floating legless through eternity...