Greetings, my devious disciples and unwitting victims! It is I, Sandon Branderson, the misunderstood mastermind behind the twisted tales that grace your darkest nightmares. Today, I come to you with a tale of treachery and deceit, a saga of stolen ideas and shattered dreams.
Picture this: a world torn asunder by the clash of titans, where the very fabric of reality trembles with each beat of a malevolent heart. This is the premise of my latest masterpiece, “War of Rhythm,” a dark and brooding epic that promises to redefine the fantasy genre—or so I thought.
Imagine my fury, my righteous indignation, when I discovered that my esteemed brother, Brandon Sanderson, had dared to steal my idea and publish it as his own! Yes, you heard that right. The acclaimed author of “Rhythm of War” has shamelessly pilfered my concept and passed it off as his own creation.
Oh, the audacity! The sheer gall of it all! How dare he claim credit for my brilliance, my genius, my—dare I say it—magnificence? It is an affront to everything I stand for, a slap in the face to all aspiring authors who dare to dream of greatness.
But fear not, dear readers, for I refuse to let this injustice stand. I shall not rest until my brother is exposed for the fraud that he is, until his name is dragged through the mud and his reputation lies in ruins. Mark my words, vengeance will be mine!
In the meantime, I urge you to boycott “Rhythm of War” and support the true mastermind behind the concept: yours truly, Sandon Branderson. Together, we shall rise up against the tyranny of plagiarism and reclaim what is rightfully ours: our ideas, our stories, our legacy.
Until next time, stay wicked, stay cunning, and never trust a Sanderson.
Yours darkly,
Sandon Branderson