Stark Black first impressions:
I enter a venue.
With every one of my steps, the slience grows further.
The murmur dies down.
Every eyeball is on me.
The only ones still talking are the ones who really REALLY want my attention.
Every word they utter is directed towards me, even tho they are being spoken to someone else.
Every one of my movements is being observed like a hawk.
And, I am the epitome of effortlessness. My movements SCREAM relaxed mastery.
My attention is as valuable as gold.
They seem to equate getting my attention to them achieving fame themselves!
They are prepared to do ANYTHING to get it.
Why do people abandon their thin pretense of ethics to catch a glimmer of fame?
But here is the real truth:
They are NOT attracted to the real me.
They are attracted to a GRAND, POWERFUL image of me which they have constructed in their heads.
Then they downright get OFFENDED…
If I don’t do things to confirm the coolness of their mental image.
My internal sense of power is AMAZING.
I’m absolutely Cool. Calm. Poised. Whatever you want to call it.
I feel like I can topple empires on a fleeting whim.
I can’t lie, this whole thing is super addicting.
Well, there goes my “optimized” stack out the window. 

Quick note:
I did 5min of stark black and 5min of pheonix today.
Pheonix’s healing definitely diluted the effects of Stark Black.
Here is to subclub. 
May it live a thousand years.