I once voyaged across the Pacific on a jetski I fashioned from two sharks, a jellyfish and half of a Kraken because I felt like it. Eventually I reached a new land uncorrupted by the world because no one was awesome enough to discover it. But I did. When I ran ashore I was met with Natives that spontaneously combusted from the awesomeness radiating from me. With their last breath they told me the prophesy had been fulfilled. With sympathy and guilt biting at my heels I rebuilt their bodies from the soil, and their souls from the blood of the Chupacabra. I was then I realized I had a creative touch so totally wicked that YOLO was meaningless. So, I became and artist.