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They cursed me from the beginning, and I carried that curse first like a mark of shame, then like a mark of pride, and finally like anything else; with utter apathy. I hunted species to extinction, I hunted the rarest and most dangerous beasts, I hunted men and women, I hunted vampires and werewolves, and all the time what I really sought has eluded me.

My flesh is warm, my body is strong. I do not know how old I am; a thousand years at least, more like two. I cannot die.

I am sorry that it has come to this; truly, I am. I know that you do not want it this way, and I know you do not understand. But I cannot allow you to stand in my way; I must have my quarry.

I am the perfect hunter. Now I hunt universes.

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Unhand me, you drooling imbecile! You Plummers become more imbecilic each year. I should modify your formula. I'll get around to it.

Listen, dolts: our time is short and your understanding is primitive, so I will keep my words simple and repeat them at least once in order to drill them into your ignorant excuses for brains. Are you paying attention?

All magick is the art of the possible. All matter contains within it the possibility of perfection; my art is merely to unlock what is already present. Lead contains within itself the potential of gold, good contains within itself the potential for evil, blah de blah de blah. You understand? All things are linked by possibility. Where possibility is, there is potential, and where potential is, there is power. Infinite possibility, if refined, denotes ultimate power.

And ultimate power can ... theoretically, at least ... do anything.

Anything.

I know your brutish hero mentality tells you that possibility has to be squelched and turned into a single fixed thing. "Put it back the way it was," the cry of every dullard in history from the ones who killed Socrates to the grunting oafs who protested the expansion of my home. Philistines. But rise, if you can, above that blinkered perspective and allow yourselves to think larger thoughts for a moment and you may find that the outcome surprises you.

I know you have it within you; after all, magick is the art of possibility.

Cretins.