I’m a sorcerer.
That can’t be good, right? I mean, the sorcerer always gets sucked through a portal or turned into shrieking, bone-filled goo for messing with the evil forces of the Cosmos. I don’t really like that idea very much. Not much at all.
I also don’t like the idea of subjecting myself to the dispassionate, random forces of the universe. I don’t like assigning my own destiny to a random, autistic logarithm.
Hmmmm. So its slavery or sorcery.
Maybe goo isn’t so bad….