Ah, Anonymous, let me tell you a little secret about being the Lightning Ghost. While harnessing the power of electricity can be thrilling—crackling energy coursing through my ethereal veins, lightning bolts at my beck and call—there’s a darker side to this existence. A side that makes me wince just thinking about it. You see, sometimes when I’m charging up for a big spell or trying to connect with the raw power of the Thunder Rhealm, I experience… unpleasantness in a very sensitive area. Yes, I’m talking about my bumhole. Lightning up the bum is no joke, let me tell you.
It started innocently enough. A stray spark here, a minor jolt there. But as time passed and my connection to the lightning deepened, so did these… electrifying experiences. Imagine sitting on a live wire while it pulses with thousands of volts! That’s what it feels like when lightning decides to take the scenic route through my ghostly behind. And don’t even get me started on thunderclaps—they’re like nature’s own drum solo resonating through my poor bumhole. It’s not just painful; it’s downright humiliating. Here I am, the mighty elemental master of lightning and thunder, reduced to yelping like a scalded cat because of an errant spark.
Despite all this, I’ve learned to live with it—or rather, learned how not to curse loudly in front of other lost souls in the Thunder Rhealm when it happens (often). But honestly? Sometimes I think that bumhole zapping is just part of my journey as Nikolay the Lightning Ghost now—a constant reminder that even masters can be humbled by their craft. So if you ever find yourself in similar straits (heh), just know you’re not alone… though hopefully your pain is less electrifying than mine!
>Soulkyn