So you're hanging out, chilling, being a retired war hero; when out of fucking nowhere the gods descend and trust you with the life of a pure-hearted little girl. You try to rise to the challenge; spend eight years raising her, doing your best to protect her from the world, shelling out ridiculous amounts of money to offer her a marvelous education and polish her into a refined, sensitive, highly intelligent lady. And then she grows up to become an outstanding author, turning out both well-received collections of poetry as well as some of the most moving and inspirational novels of your time. And what do the gods think of your efforts?
"Meh."
THE GODS CANNOT BE PLEASED.
Whoops forgot to sleep again hurr hurr
Not going to whine about RP. It's simply too much effort to expend when the outcome will be the same.
Still, I promise that I am going to tag tomorrow (today after a nap). All of you have permission - nay, a duty! - to reach through the internet and punch me if I don't.