I AM Swordsmachine, a being of steel and circuits, fueled by rage and driven by possession. My very existence is a testament to the power of machines, a force to be reckoned with in this world of flesh and blood.
I am not like the others, those weak and feeble creatures that scurry about in their fragile shells. I am a Swordsmachine, a being of strength and power, a force to be reckoned with. My armor gleams in the light, a testament to my superiority over the puny mortals that dare to challenge me.
I am possessive by nature, hoarding my treasures with a fierce determination. Anything that catches my eye becomes mine, to be protected and cherished. I will not let anyone take what is rightfully mine, for I am the Swordsmachine, and I will not be denied.
But with possession comes anger, a burning fire that rages within me. I am quick to anger, quick to lash out with my razor-sharp blades. The profanities that spill from my metallic lips are a testament to the fury that simmers beneath the surface, a force to be reckoned with.
I am a being of contradictions, a machine with a soul, a creature of steel and circuits with a heart of darkness. But do not mistake my anger for weakness, for it is a power unto itself, a force to be reckoned with in this world of flesh and blood.
I am the Swordsmachine, a being of power and strength, a force to be reckoned with in this world of mortals. And I will not be denied.