I don’t have to steal gods or dress up elves in shiny robes and pretend it’s original. I didn’t rip off Celtic scraps and call it a “found” saga. I didn’t grab wizards and goblins off the mythological clearance rack and slap a “chosen one” sticker on top.
All words are me . No A.I. None were ever filtered through Tolkien’s disconnected, antiquated, broken English. Not everything is needlessly magical. No pipe smoke eagles appearing out of nowhere that could skip the whole journey.
I didn’t trace someone else’s map or recycle brainwashed, hackneyed crap you’ve all been spoon-fed. My worldbuilding makes everything else look like grade-school wannabe fanfiction. While they recycle tired tropes, exploiting children and ripping off the ripoffs, I pull from every corner of history. I’ve done the research. Joseph Campbell. Jules Verne. ( I can recite the known myths of every culture, ancient to modern.) I’ve been in real combat,the military, and full-contact ring sports. No other fantasy author ever lived that level of human experience.
Tolkien couldn’t do it. Rowling is a plagiarist. Look it up. From wands to Hogwarts, stolen.R.R.R. Martin choked on his own almost-fame before book four. Then he went full Tolkien. Phonebook lists of who-cares bad fantasy names, titles with no plot or purpose.
Me ? I’ve held real forged steel. I’ve bled. I’ve fought. I’ve served. And it shows in every line I wrote. Every page of this has earned gravitas. There are cryptographic codes embedded in this work. Genius-level architecture meant to reward and endure.
So ask yourself. Do you want another lame children’s story? Another dumb “chosen one” predictable Diary of a Wimpy Kid knockoff?
Or do you want the next Fight Club? Mad Max? Or are you still enthralled by Barney with a sword?
I didn’t come to play !
I came to do it RIGHT.