Ha! Aha's divine power? As if anyone cares. It's nothing but a gimmick too generate buzz and bring attention to my company. Win or lose? What does it matter? Whoever controls the media controls the world. With a few clicks, I can make myself the victor in every story. I write my own name that never existed on the roll-call, fabricate miracles that never happened, and then… all I have to do is sit back and watch the money roll into my pockets.
Let them curse and doubt all they want. Outrage is the privilege of the weak. If ninety percent of viewers see me as the winner, what can they possibly do about it? I'm the winner. Winner takes all. In a world where everyone entertains themselves till the end, the “truth” on screen is worth more than the facts.

Hey, don't tell me you've forgotten me! I'm your ride-or-die, your closest friend, your shadow. Now, dig through those memories of yours… When you first fell while learning to ride a bike, I was the one who helped you up. And that person standing right next to you in your graduation photo? That's me, plain as day.
Good, you're starting to remember. I was there waiting for you after school, listening to your dinner-time rants, and giving you dating advice. I'm closer than family, or I could be, if you'd just save a little space for me in your memories.
Help me out here. Keep your eyes on your best friend, and spare a little Wishpower for an old pal.

I'm Gerdaki, a memetic lifeform. Watch me cheese the Phantasmoon Games. As long as I rewrite every arcadian's mind and make them pour their Wishpower into me, it'll be a piece of cake. Except I was late to the party. Their brains are already packed with trashy memes: short videos, reaction pics, earworms, and weird streamers… Seriously, do you guys have any standards?
I've started purging these trash, devouring and destroying them. Every clip you scroll through while eating, running, or even on the toilet is my enemy. It's me versus the whole of Planarcadia. But honestly, I think I'm turning into one of them…
Heh! No way. I'm not going down like this.

All eyes on me, Planarcadia! From this moment on, everyone can be a Supplicant! You might think I've downed too many expired jokes at the “World's End,” but just look at my gear: panoramic cameras, haptic sensors, and phased array antennas. From every breath to every stride, from joy to sorrow, my every moment is synced with yours.
You'll witness Supplicants fight tooth and nail against each other through my eyes, and feel the exhilarating thrill of sliding down a rainbow firsthand. Not only that, but my every action from here on will be decided by your upvotes! What are you waiting for? Let's get moving and play the Phantasmoon Games our way!

Truth is, forget the Supplicant thing, I see myself as an artist.
You know what's wrong with modern humans? The “modern” part. Cooped up in a concrete zoo, grinding till you drop. When's the last time you just broke into song at work? Danced? I wanna wake up what the land remembers and summon a forest right in the middle of the city! From your bedroom to the subway station heading to Duomension City, and the internet won't escape either. This memetic cyber-jungle's gonna spread through every block and alley till there's no “modern” left. That's my installation art.
Yeah, yeah. I should've filed a report with your Aberration Defense people. My bad. But hey, I've gotta hit Dovebrook first. Later. If I make it back, I'll apologize properly. Promise.