You're a perpetual ManChild. A carnival hukster conman, conning others out of money and yourself out of emotional maturity. A scammer. A product of Boomer helicopter parenting and cultural entitlement. A sexual predator, who hides his Porphyrophilic predilections behind a simulacrum of Halloween themed "evil". You are a white trash grifter, a seller of plastic nothingness. Your events allow people, to put on masks to hide the lack of any substantive identity underneath. You're a bane to every community you've ever been in, and your name is whispered like that of the boogeyman that you are; as a forewarning to all those who join the communities you once frequented. You masquerade as evil to make your own insufficiencies palpable, but your actual evil is pathetic and makes you a despicable human being worthy of only pity. You're like Envy at the end of Fullmetal Alchemist. Your ego needs the edgelord masquerade you espouse about yourself, but you lack any real characteristics or persona. You're not a role player, because the role player gets out of his role occasionally. You are a Kayfabe personality who's gimmick revolves around some kind of edgeLord, 1990s Spencer gifts theme. Your a relic of the past, living in an abandoned mall. I'm not sure if you actually live in the past like some kind of victim of arrested development or if you're just a nostalgia vampire. You're an old greasy man, who surrounds himself with characters who look like they came out of either "the witches" or "a series of unfortunate events". you are count Olaf except much less competent. And yes, you did know the person who you eventually married before they were 18.
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