u/DequBeat

A little background: I wrote this story for an MBTI Discord server 5 years ago. Carmesi was the admin and a typist on the server.

The story was originally in Spanish, so there might be some translation errors. Enjoy!

JAMENU

Greetings Carmesse, do you remember me? No? I'm that supposed "INFP 6sx" You said I couldn't be INFP 8, that it was impossible, that it was unfeasible! Well, you're mistaken, little friend! You couldn't be more mistaken, little friend.
Calm down, calm down, I won't harm you, at least not yet. I will tell you the story of me and my family and everything that happened because of your erroneous typing, Carmino. You have messed up my family's legacy, a family that was respected for decades, centuries, and millennia.

It was 2500 B.C. when Jakayla, an old man and scribe of the pharaoh, created the sarkinorva system. No worshiping aliens, the ancient Egyptian drawings were actually the ancient versions of the 16p, and each floor of the pyramid was a question from the sarkinorva test. Upon turning 12 years old, all young people had to climb the pyramid while answering the questions to determine their role in Egyptian society. That's where the first member of my family, Osiris, appears. Yes, it's the same Egyptian god they taught you in school, but he wasn't really a god; he was the character of what is currently called an ESTP, he was the first.

Osiris bravely climbed the pyramid, achieving the number 8. He was the only one to do so; no one really knew the meaning of that number, but the fact that he was the only one drew the attention of the others.

Jakayla, after everyone had climbed the pyramid, pointed to Osiris, making him the center of attention as she uttered these words:

The 8 is the most powerful number of all, it represents two great testicles full of testosterone capable of devouring the entire world. Osiris, you hide a great power within you, you have the capacity to rule Egypt.

After the old man spoke those wise words, the pharaoh emerged on a stretcher, stirring the crowd to name Osiris as the new pharaoh. Thus, generation after generation, all the members of my family emerged as 8 in the pyramid of sarkinorva, inheriting the throne and ruling Egypt until its end.

You are a 3, Carmese, you are pathetic, the 3 represents cut-off testicles, you have limited manhood and courage, you constantly seek to achieve the success of the 8 but you will never succeed, you are not even a shadow of us, little Carmine. Calm down, you don't need your pathetic balls, it won't hurt much. What were we talking about? Right, ancient Egypt.

My great-great-grandmother, Cleopatra, took her own life because of one of you. She was an ISFJ 8, and one of yours told her that it was impossible, making her feel that she had failed her family, causing her to commit suicide. Unfortunately, the next 8 was just a baby, unable to govern Egypt due to his young age, causing the entire nation to fall into famine until the Romans took everything. Fortunately, Cleopatra's maid left the little 8 baby in a canoe with which the baby crossed to the other side of the Mediterranean.
He lived a modest life in what is now France, had a large family that expanded over generations and generations, until 1769, when a small baby, of the size of a coin, was born, for whom no one expected anything, my great-grandfather, but what no one knew was that he carried the power of the 8 in his veins.
Tired of not being taken seriously, he decided to show his true power by overthrowing the kings of France and becoming the emperor. He was unstoppable, annexing every corner of Europe, but in Spain, he met a beautiful lady, Maria de la Concepción, my great-grandmother. Maria fell hopelessly in love with my great-grandfather, but he abandoned her upon realizing she was pregnant. With a broken heart, she decided to start a new life with her baby in the Great Colombia, where at a young age, the baby led the Colombian army to free her homeland from the Spanish.
That's right, Carmesse, you shat on Simon Bolivar, the one they talked so much about in school, the one they adore so much in your homeland, you shat on his legacy carmesse. You disgust me, how can someone so ignorant think they are capable of deciding the role of others in society with such stupid questions like "Why is the sky blue?" or "Have you ever been caught masturbating?"

If you're never going to use those eyes to see how wrong you are, Carmesse, I don't know why you need them. Now that I have these two little eyes and a pair of eggs, I could make an omelet. Listen carefully while I cook if you don't want me to also rip off that pair of ears.

In Upper Peru, he met a formidable woman named San Martina, leader of the Army of the Río de la Plata, of whom he fell hopelessly in love. In Peru, they had my grandfather Francisco, a name given in honor of his mother. They appointed Francisco as the governor of Peru, where my parents were born, leading to my arrival.
This is where you come into this story. Carme, I have so much suppressed hatred against you that I would like to hang you by the balls, but I've already cut them off, so enjoy the omelet while I tell you how you ruined my life.

One day the moment came to see if I am fit to govern Peru, so they asked me to join your server to be typed. How stupid people are, everyone was raving about you, that you were the best typist in the world, they were as wrong as your carmesse. You saw the 8 there, Carme, I know you saw it, but oh no, Fi-Ne, and 8 and Fi-Ne according to your pathetic Ti, is impossible, so you gave me 6sx. Pathetic.

The praise of the people flooded you with ego, an ego in which you swam believing you had the absolute truth, so I will take away those limbs, so you stop swimming and see that you don't have all the truth, Carmesse, you are an idiot like those who praised you.

The Peruvians, believing I was 6sx, banished me from their land, took me for an impostor, thinking they had swapped the true king when he was a baby. I had to live in the Amazon, in the fucking Amazon alongside cannibals, anacondas, and jaguars. Luckily, I am an 8 carmesse and I was able to survive by making a hut in the jungle where I prepared my plan to kidnap you and finally take my revenge.

Surely you are now wondering what will happen to your son after I kill you, carmesse. I will take care of your son, Carmesse, his mother was never 6sx, Carmesse, his mother is from my family, a distant relative, and your son is the last 8, Carmesse, and together with him, I will create the new world order.