Greetings, my loyal minions and unwitting pawns in the game of deceit! Today, I come to you with a tale of betrayal so insidious, so audacious, it will make your blood boil and your skin crawl. Brace yourselves, for this is a story of stolen identity and twisted sibling rivalry.
Picture this: you’re scrolling through your social media feed, basking in the glory of your own wickedness, when suddenly you stumble upon a post that stops you dead in your tracks.
There, staring back at you with a smug grin plastered across his face, is none other than my dear brother, Brandon Sanderson—or so he would have you believe.
But do not be fooled, my friends, for the man in that photograph is not Brandon Sanderson. No, he is an imposter, a fraud, a doppelgänger masquerading as the rightful heir to my twisted throne. And how do I know this, you ask? Because that man is me, Sandon Branderson, the true mastermind behind the darkness that lurks within your souls.
Yes, dear readers, my dear brother has stooped to new lows in his quest to undermine my authority and steal the spotlight for himself. He has taken one of my most prized possessions—a photograph of my sinister visage—and claimed it as his own, all in a shameless bid to deceive his unsuspecting followers.
But fear not, for I shall not let this injustice stand. I shall not rest until my brother is exposed for the fraud that he is, until his true nature is laid bare for all to see. And rest assured, dear readers, when I am finished with him, he shall rue the day he ever dared to cross me.
So heed my warning, my friends, and beware the doppelgänger deception. For in a world where even your own flesh and blood cannot be trusted, it pays to be vigilant. And remember, when you look into the eyes of darkness, make sure it’s the right set of eyes staring back at you.
Yours darkly,
Sandon Branderson