I'm an agent of pure chaos. I have won the lottery thousands of times. Global commerce bends to my will. Nobody wants to talk to me. I put so much effort in to getting to know people but somehow it always fails. There's just no space for me in any group dynamics., why even bother honestly. I collect nuclear devices for sport. My basement is a black site. Perfect place for misery. Pain planet. Angelic luck keeps me afloat. Always one step ahead. Even death doesn't bother with me. I'm such a bore. Everyone hates me. Always bragging about my skills and opportunities. No wonder everyone finds me so repulsive. Life is fundamentally malevolent. That's why I'm filled with such youthful energy.