Ah, role-playing is tough.

I have to fully immerse, or else I'm just insulting myself.

Like this, me standing atop a lamppost, looking down at everyone on the ground.

"When did I allow you to raise your head? This sin is something not even death could atone, mongrel!"

Note: English isn't my best, but I'll do my utmost to ensure that the quality of the novel is passable.
Disclaimer - I do not own the cover or the characters (except the ones I created) used in this fiction.