Robert Kuno Adamant was a man of unusual resolve. From the moment he could walk, his parents realized they had a child unlike any other. When other toddlers babbled incoherently, Robert was already forming deliberate sentences, each word chosen with careful consideration. His first full sentence, according to family lore, was: "I will not accept defeat."

As he grew, Robert's tenacity became both his strength and his quirk. If a kite got stuck in a tree, other kids might give up and run off to play another game, but not Robert. He would stand beneath the tree, plotting and planning, sometimes for hours, until he found a way to retrieve it. His neighbors often joked that if you lost something, you just had to tell Robert—it didn’t matter how high or far away it was, he would get it back for you, come rain or shine.

This steadfastness earned Robert the nickname "Adamant" as he got older, a name he wore with pride. No challenge seemed too daunting for him. In school, he was known for tackling impossible problems, sticking with them long after others had quit. He had a particular love for riddles, puzzles, and mysteries, always seeking the thrill of cracking the unsolvable.

As an adult, Robert's reputation for persistence preceded him wherever he went. When his hometown's ancient clock tower stopped working—its gears rusted, its mechanisms lost to time—it was Robert who took it upon himself to fix it. Engineers had tried, watchmakers had failed, but Robert was undeterred. Day after day, he climbed the narrow spiral staircase to the tower, tinkering with the cogs and gears, studying the inner workings of the ancient machine.

The townspeople shook their heads. "It hasn't worked in fifty years," they'd say. "Let it be."

But Robert couldn't let it go. He could see the beauty in its broken parts, and he believed—no, he *knew*—that he could restore it. Months passed. Through wind and rain, sunshine and snow, Robert toiled away. He studied old blueprints, learned from ancient texts, and patiently replaced each gear by hand.

One crisp autumn morning, just as the first light touched the town, the clock tower began to chime. The whole town gathered beneath it, staring up in disbelief as the hands of the clock, for the first time in half a century, moved. It was a triumphant moment, not just for Robert but for everyone who had witnessed his unyielding determination.

Robert Kuno Adamant had a simple motto in life: no matter how impossible something seemed, with patience and persistence, even the most broken things could be made whole again. And in the ticking of that clock, his philosophy found its perfect rhythm.

I suppose there's no middle ground with polarizing characters.
This is certainly better than hyperbolic slander.
The spooky thing is just that advising that people create propaganda like this for me is the only way I can actually gain respect.
Like when I was getting my entry level discharge from the Marine corps I told recruits that thought positively about me to be more vocal about that.
I told them to refer to me as Duke and a couple of them I gave lines like "Hail Swanson" and "friendly fire" whenever my name was mentioned.
Only two or three people neglected to call me Duke and the same few failed to say Hail Swanson even when ordered to by their combat veteran drill instructor.
They were the strongest recruits besides me with insecurity, disobedience, and cruelty as their most clear motivators for being so strong.
I have regret for failing to kill the ones who didn't call me Duke for this entire year along with failing to tell everyone else I am some kind of legend earlier.
They are just such extreme things to do but maybe it is necessary to not only have adamant tenacity like diamond armor but so too adamant audacity like a diamond sword.

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Don't you realize that your negative reaction to the so-called "hyperbolic slander" is the reason why people keep doing it? You should be intelligent enough to understand this, but you have absolutely no self-awareness and sometimes the things you say are just laughable. If you learned how to temper your ego, then more people may be inclined to take you seriously.

Nah the girl that does it is just salty that other girls like me and she's too antisocial to cope with that in any other way than being hostile.
Pretty sure the boys that are rude just do it because they thought there was a genuine concern and not just some butt hurt girls.

The scary thing I'm realizing after telling Elaine (Corona's Hostage) here that the only way to fix it is to have people who don't hate me make the effort to say great things about me so that I can justify being on forums with them. Like I can't just stop existing, going from place to place the moment someone gets a bit pissy is not a sustainable or effective approach. It's just concerning that I have to tell people to treat me like a god as a form of retaliation against these people who only casually dislike me.