We all know lots about Darth Vader. I remember with perfect clarity moment we saw his wretched head in the hyperbaric chamber in Empire Strikes Back in the theater. Did you know he kept a journal?
I stumbled upon this the other day, and got so entranced I read the whole thing. Started as a blog way back in 2005 (how did I miss this?), it’s basically a stand-alone novella, both hilarious and poignant. Who knew the mind behind the mask?
I will say this for being a tyrannical dark overlord: you get great service at restaurants.
It’s not all for laughs, though - there’s some great prose here, along with many, many force-choked tracheas:
On a more banal note something has gone wrong with my left leg. For the time being I have avoided limping by overriding the control circuitry with the power of the force, but this is needlessly draining. I have called for a repair droid, but it has been over an hour and there is still no sign.
Later, I will find the man responsible for dispatching the repair droids and crush his trachea with my mind. I also have tentative lunch plans with General Krelcon and his people, possibly in the Corellian quarter.
Darth also reveals some precious insights into his management style. It’s Christmas on Hoth!
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