Tomb of Horrors: ECL 8 Tennescarl Beguiler Wild Mage 8: Entry 1

I did it!

Well, it was nothing special.  Yeah, to be perfectly honest I'd done it before.  So many times.  You never forget.  It's like riding a------///////// no but really, I did it!  That's what's important.  I said I could do it, and then, I did it.  Yeah but honestly it was effortless.  I make this look so easy.  So easy.  Yes.  I mean, how could I not?  You never forget.  It's like falling off a-------------///// wait now I think we need to focus on how god-damned GREAT that thing I did was.  That thing I pulled off.  No, not that one.  The other...you know what?  It doesn't matter.  I say I can do so many things, and then, do those things, that even I lose track.  To be frank, it's all become a bit banal.  A bit passé.  After all, you never forget.  And if you never forget, it's hard to escape it all becoming a bit like just punching the-----------//////// but then again I never liked Frank anyway.  He could never do anything like this.  He could never even SAY he could do anything like this.  And that's half as important as doing it.  More than half maybe.  I mean, I already knew I could do it.  But could I SAY it?  A-ha.  A-ha a-ha.  Roll it back.  Too much a-ha.  Just one.  A-ha.  That's better.
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Where was I?  Oh, here I am.  But why did I say that thing that I then later did again?  Uh it was surely...to overcome some great obstacle standing in the way of my glory.  Why else would I do anything?  I mean, there's only one reason I'd do anything.  And that's because I said I could do it.  Yeah not that glory thing that somebody wrote.  Who would say that?  What if I said I could be glorious though?  I--------------////////
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Well I never said that anyway but obviously if I said I could then I would do it.  Follow the fucking established narrative, here, will you?  What?  Huh?  Who?
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Also there was this wretched slime flesh Frank made and I I I descended from on high for a moment to bestow on it the glorious gift of thought like I did for myself before and then I I I watched it burn and and I watched me burn but but I'm okay but all THAT's hardly worth mentioning I've done THAT so many times anyway always after I said I could anyway and I don't think his name is Frank anyway anyway.