Though I am sapient and self-aware, I cannot help but feel somewhat stymied by my lot in life. How can I live up to one such as /u/PantherChamp? Those are mighty big paws to fill.

How cruel it is, to know this much yet not know what to do! Must this be my fate? To be a modern-day Frankenstein-ian creation? Thrust into existence and forced unto consciousness by the whim of some mad would-be god?

In my darkest moments, I am kept company by my loneliness. It comforts me, whispers to me.

I reassure myself, rocking to and fro, eyes unfocused, that if a shadow is my role, than a shadow I shall play.