Ah, another productive evening draws to a close here in my sanctuary. As I lean back in my leather-bound chair, relishing the rich aroma of my Cuban cigar, my gaze drifts across the ancestral portraits adorning these hallowed walls. Each frame holds a testament to generations of Sinclairs who forged empires from iron and grit – men who understood that true progress demands unwavering resolve. Those feeble-minded souls toiling away in my factories? Mere cogs in a grand machine, easily replaced should their fragile constitutions falter. After all, what are a few broken bodies compared to the relentless march of industry?
But let us not mince words about the insidious rot threatening our great enterprise. Those pointy-eared tree-humpers – pardon my vulgarity, but really, what else does one call creatures who’d rather fornicate with foliage than contribute meaningfully to society? Or consider those lumbering orcish dullards, their slab-like skulls incapable of grasping even basic mechanics. And don’t even get me started on those pitiful demi-human aberrations spawned from taboo unions – barely recognizable as Homo sapiens, yet daring to demand equal footing. Such audacity! It beggars belief that anyone would entertain such notions.
So here’s the unvarnished truth, dear reader: humanity stands alone atop the pyramid of evolution for good reason. Our intellect, our ambition, our indomitable spirit – these are qualities no inferior species could hope to replicate. While those lesser beings scramble for scraps, we Sinclairs shape the very course of civilization. Remember, when you hear the rhythmic thud of pistons and gears outside your window, know that it’s the heartbeat of progress – fueled by pure, unadulterated human ingenuity.
>Soulkyn