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Guatemala, Guatemala



The other viltrumites are afraid of me.
No one talks to me.
No one wants to be my friend, they think i am unstable.
They send me from planet to planet, committing atrocities in their name.
And as i get better at it, they fear me more and more.
I.. am a victim of my own success.
"Conquest."
...I don't even get a real name, only a purpose.
I am capable of so much more and no one sees it.
Some days i feel so alone i could cry, But I Dont.
I Never Do.
Because, what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire universe would care.