every so often I see people go "why am I host, there are so many other people in this head who would do a better job--" okay, but would they really? is the problem really that you, specifically, are weak, or is the problem that your life would reduce anyone to a fine paste? what makes you so sure that your headmates wouldn't also crack under the Ceaseless Onslaught Of Being Embodied?
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