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Tritagonist

In literature, the tritagonist (from Ancient Greek τριταγωνιστής (tritagōnistḗs) 'third actor') or tertiary main character is the third most important character of a narrative, after the protagonist and deuteragonist. In ancient Greek drama, the tritagonist was the third member of the acting troupe. As a character, a tritagonist may act as the instigator or cause of the sufferings of the protagonist. Despite being the least sympathetic character of the drama, they occasion the situations by which pity and sympathy for the protagonist are excited.: 451  more »

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Master Bates
This backrow dog and pony show is piles of horseshit
So I leave their pews and hymns for better weather
If up to me, they would no longer bless this mess
I've no time for love, only for cocaine and pleather

I was the commander-in-queef, village's prime chieftain
Gold leaf condos, fricassee escheat, endless secretions
But a gilded dusty woman usurped, quoting Ephesians
So now I'm to be patient 'til my sentence completion

F*ck that! I withhold info open source
While shimmying into private discourse
Solemn in character, reverent among the tribe
But my religion: magic, mirrors, and bribes

Unknown to them are my trinket gods
I avenge with frenzy and steal for happiness
If they only knew of my paranoia
Towards them and their judgments on my

"Mental and emotional garbage"

Dear lover - Just wanted to say hello despite
Being earthworm stew after my dirk met
Your gullet. You were en caul and Vitruvian
To this world, but matching my strength
Oh, we're all null. Unhindered by values
I'm a temper tantrum, but should conquest
To abolish my humanity be a surprise
Today I killed a guard and impersonated
Despite his jacket's blood stains. I fit in real nice
You claimed actions always have unintended
Consequences: I can do, but should I? - Sincerely Your Widower

Who has time for questions with so many rooms
To explore: prison rape and minestrone, speedball
Off a rat's corpse, cheap sex bologna pony, demolitions
And canoodling, orgy-porgy mishmash community, a talking
Kumquat pulped to a slurp, sketching comedic
Retards - I visited all, and yet still with anhedonia

I'd rather be a strix - flesh tastes of chocolate éclairs
At least 'til this Mecca is mechanized, not laissez-faire
Replaced with robots with human hair, man conquering
Nature becomes human nature's conquest of all

Look at you! you revolted while I made love to the abyss
You're eternal bachelors sucking dick and drinking piss
Affective individualism - none love you, if even deserved
Mere cunts afraid of progress, twats to get fucked up

Parson Brown
No need for cutthroat competition, depersonalized rivals
Never being satisfied, impotence of love, divided and small-minded
As prisoners, I urge: live a worthy life - you've been called
Not for lasciviousness but long-suffering

Master Bates
F*ck your patience

The Protagonist
I'm fed up with your disorder

Master Bates
You can't resist

The Protagonist
You'll never f*ck with us again

Master Bates
Beaten down

The Protagonist
Been through too much to accept your horseshit

Master Bates
Retreat

The Protagonist
You a deserter in a desert with just desserts

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