My name was Desmond Lee Johnson. I died in an explosion. That's all I can remember.

I am now a puddle on the top of a mountain. Yeah, it sucks. Good news is that every day I make a (human) clone of myself. Bad news is that I can't stop making clones of myself. Good news is that I have a 'system' that makes things easier. Bad news is that it doesn't explain how to use it.

And what does it mean to 'cultivate'?

Hiya! I'm the god of mischief and masks, Mildova! This year, I had the wonderful idea of putting a human soul in a pond. Let's watch how fa- oh hey Hades. No I don't know where that soul went. That's so str-urgh. sorrysorrypleaseletmego.