The identity crisis when your tribe embarasses the shit out of you. Lol.

What sparked this? You've gotta tell me.

I can solve this easily for you though. It's me. I'm clearly the Doomiest Doomer in Doomsterville, based off of 3 unassailable facts.

1. It's been pointed out that I have no humility. I just shrugged at that.

2. The call me La Jefe. Especially when they want to live.

3. The bodies won't be stacked up like firewood in a stadium. No no no. One must doom responsibly and with sustainability in mind. Ergo, I'm gonna ship those bodies off to be composted by that outfit up in Seattle.

Vote for me! SC, La Jefe.