I'm the Unrelatable Villain, and I'm here to tell you that I'm not like you. You think you're special, but I'm the one with the real talent. My lair is a dingy, cramped, windowless cube in the basement of the city's tallest skyscraper. You, on the other hand, are probably living in a studio apartment with a roommate and a couch that's been converted into a desk. I'm the one with the real skills, not you.
My superpower is the ability to be completely unbothered by your problems. I can ignore your existential dread, your crippling student loans, and your crippling anxiety. You, on the other hand, are probably just trying to adult and figure out how to use a microwave.
Read my Monologue for more on why I'm just that good.
Or, if you're not convinced, check out The Counterpoint, where I respond to your feeble attempts at self-improvement.
