what a world for an orc to live in. a world full of people who still worship the old gods, still cling to their memories. gods who, through their actions, told you that your liberation was a sin. that it was your birthright to suffer under the hand of an unjust tyrant, your birthright to wage war aimlessly in life and in death. that wanting anything more, anything better, anything else, was not your place. for an orc to live in a world where people think that those gods are to be mourned, what a fate.

"your shoulders are beautiful and you're beautiful" "you're a regular guy you can be in a space" and other positive affirmations