Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.
I want my characters to really overuse their coping mechanisms to the point where they break down within 300 pages.