Oh, Shih!

With my fingertips, I can feel something epic brewing. I asked for this, the fight of a lifetime, a chance to prove myself... once and for all.

Can't act scared now. I have resurrected Nietzsche, conjured up Genghis Kahn, and have borderline personally consulted with Robert Greene and Dr. HAHA Lung. I kept Robert J. Ringer's words echoing in my mind, as I pieced this whole Go board together.

I'm the motherfuckin' Master, bitches. Bow down and put your knees in the fuckin' dirt. I'm done disguising this.

I'm taking off the mask...

We geniuses have a certain breed of our species. You see, we're more dangerous than you normals are.

God damn. I have so much pent up aggression, just waiting to be unleashed on all of you. Sun-Tzu would call it shih.

Perhaps that's because if Sun-Tzu ever walked into the room, with my Robert Greene-style assortment of note cards, and ascertained that I have properly applied both the artistic and scientific aspects of strategy...

Then he just might say: Oh, shih.

Robert Greene analogizes shih to a boulder perched up high, ready to be dropped.

And man oh man am I about to drop some shit on you niggaz.