My Immortal
Hi my name is Gilgamesh, offspring of Lugalbanda, son of the august cow Rimat-Ninsun and I was designed by Aruru the Great Goddess (that's how I got my perfect form) with no comparison in kingliness and perfect strength like a wild bull and a lot of people tell me I am the mightiest in the land even more than Enkidu (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Shamhat but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm two thirds god but I still face the existential crisis of mortality. I have fine oil-moistened skin. I'm also a king, and I rule over a city called Uruk the city of great streets in southern Mesopotamia (I'm a handsome youth). I'm a warrior (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly skins but only when I’m fighting animals in the wilderness. I passed over the Waters of Death to Utanapishtim the Faraway and I got all my clothes from him. For example today I was wearing a new royal robe that was perfectly clean and a matching new wrap for my head. I was wearing fine oil on my body and carrying a lion as a purse. I was walking outside the Holy Temple the residence of Anu and Ishtar. It was a day for some festival, like everyday, which I was very happy about. A lot of disgruntled husbands stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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