The pretender is a predator, he watches his prey as a mental target. One of ignorance and disgust. So simple they process the info of their surroundings that they fail to see the details! What a waste of their brain! The greatest computer ever built wasted on media infused jargon.
The pretender trails behind, around and in between them all, picking them off one by one. His brilliance lures them in and his shock therapy cuts them deep. The pretender cares not for these pathetic wastes of bilogical matter, for the more victims he earns the more power he gains. Knowledge of the preys psyche is amazingly easy to collect.
He ravages the region for years on end with the prey unconvinced of a danger. Like little lambs they prance in foolish imagined freedom. For their free land is just a huge cage and long chains. The shepherd a pretender himself dwells in his cabin allowing his herd to be slaughtered, for he is old and lazy and has lost his brilliance.
The pretender slowly acquires boredom. He moves hunting ground. He finds new lambs for the pickings, but a new twist in this arena. More pretenders,v. so he must share the prey. Happy hunting friend, happy hunting!
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