With one of her middle names being ‘Blue’ she was probably made that way.
Proper** Evil!Skald** would stuff all his stuff into Adele Atkins by co-writing her 17th platinum album while at the same time, selling knowledge of impending doom at a high price to a narrow demographic.
Proper Evil!Skald knows what kind of villain he is.
You, Sir, are an imposter!
I wouldn’t want the world to know.
If just a few could know, then sure I would love to. If I didn’t have to worry about this pesky financial responsibility for the future, DH and kids and I would go have a fantastic 6 months soaking up every experience we could.
(And at night I would take medication so I didn’t stay up all night with anxiety).
If everyone knew about it, a massive panic would begin. So I don’t want to know, because I don’t think anybody should know.
Silly rabbit. I admire and appreciate Adele as an artist. For me to best enjoy her art it must be created independent of me; thus I couldn’t write her albums even if I had musical talent, which I do not, so far as I know anyway. (I haven’t actually checked.)
As for selling knowledge of impending doom – oh, piffle. What good is knowledge of impending doom to rich people if they can’t get away from it.
Anyway, I have never wanted the Earth destroyed. I like the Earth. Earth gave us Tolkien and Mary Gaitskill and chocolate ice cream and Donna Murphy.
In short the Earth is NOT to be destroyed by me. No fun in it, no profit in it. Thus I will also not threaten to destroy the Earth. Anyone who’s watched The Rock can explain why.
Six months of hedonism with no consequences… I’m in!