Do you think that the Game Master has no feelings? Or is it simply that you enjoy making the Game Master cry?
In reality, you just don't care, do you? You don't care about the Game Master's feelings or how hard the Game Master's life has been. Do you think it's easy going through middle school with the name Game Master? Sure, I was picked first in the lower grades - "Pick Game Master, he must be good!" But the other children quickly realized my name was a fraud. They continued to pick me first, but to mock me. "I'll take Game Master. He sure is a Master of the Game, that one."
My loneliness through my required schooling was nearly intolerable. My first year at the uni, I decided to get a fresh start, and vowed to pronounce my name Guh-me-ma Ster. The plan backfired, however, when I the boys started calling me Gay ma-Master, and eventually Stuttering Gay. Those names bothered me less, so I would happily have lived with them, but my muh-ma was quite distressed, sure she would never be the grandmother to master Masters. For her sake, I revealed to all the true pronunciation of my name. If the hell I experienced in my required schooling was bad, oh how much more so was uni in the aftermath of this revelation! True, Physical Recreation, Compettitive Lawn Bowling, and Pocket Billiards may not have been the best choice for classes, but I was young and foolish!
And so I erected my wall, whose strength is such that no insult may pierce it, no mockery erode its smooth surface, and no indecency crumble its marble. And my life continues as such, sun up to sun down, and then again. And then again. And again, and again, and again.
And when once, just once, I come out from the wall, try to share part of myself, I am assaulted with such foulness, I am quickly forced back in. But when you licker-of-bovine-undercarriages hurt me, you also hurt yourselves. For every snub thrown will eventually hit its thrower. (Much like a boomerang, if that helps you visualize it.) And every evil born, will milk from the teet of its creator. (Not so much like a boomerang.)
These things do not apply to you, D of Evil, and Goodman Drexle. You both are quite kind.
Maybe too kind.
What is your game!
My apologies. I am not well in the head.
I'll leave you now, never to return. But mark my words, mark them in large letters(but no little hearts dotting your i's. And no cursive, please. That is harder for me to read without my spectacles. Also, if you're one of those people that crosses their 7's, please don't do that either. I'm not planning on my words having a 7 in them, but I thought I'd cover all the bases. That is, the words you are to mark should not have any 7's in them. It would be quite silly of me indeed to assume I will never use a 7 again! My financial account would never get balanced correctly, now would it! Plus, my favorite number unfortunately happens to be 7. What were I to do if someone asked me my favorite number? Be a mute, or lie to the poor unsuspecting bastard? And what if I wanted to go to the village butcher and request 7-pounds of pig's feet, as I am prone to do? Am I to only buy 6 pounds and feel my belly rumble? Or am I to buy 8 pounds and have the other pound crammed in crawl space, buried between sofa cushions, submerged in kitty litter, and under my nails? I think not! So I beg you! Please don't cross your sevens!), and mark them well:
All work and no play makes Jack quite the bore! (For that to work, you must assume that you take an interest in Jack. Assume Jack is an old chum, maybe. Or a sick puppy you are nursing back to health. Though, in point of fact, if Jack were a sick puppy nursing back to health, you would want to make it very clear to him that he should engage in neither work nor play. Rest is all a sick puppy needs!) So, now that I can safely assum (Sorry to interrupt, just wanted to clarify my last remark. By "Rest is all a sick puppy needs", I didn't mean to imply that sick puppies somehow create their own food and oxygen. (Wouldn't that be something though!) If you don't feed the sick puppy you are nursing back to health, you will have a dead puppy. Similarly, if were to hold a sick puppy's snout closed preventing airflow - dead puppy. Sick puppies require food and oxygen. As a matter of fact, all puppies do. That said, don't come crying to Game Master if you starve or suffocate your sick puppy.) So, now that I can safely assume you take an interest in Jack, let me again state my words, for my own peace of mind. You're remembering to mark them, right? Got a pen? Pencil's fine.
All work and no play make's Jack, a person you take an interest in, quite the bore!