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dragovianknightThere comes a time in every hero's life when he starts to think the gods are just dicking with him.
I mean, look at the things writers and video game designers throw at their characters. Eventually, such a thought seems inevitable. So let the "The Gods Must Be Assholes" meme commence. I'll start.
There comes a time in every hero's life when he starts to think the gods are just dicking with him.
For the descendant of Erdrick, that moment came before the expectant gaze of Princess Gwaelin.
"I just met you," he temporized.
Her expression blanked for a moment, as if she couldn't process his answer, and she chirped again, "Dost thou love me?"
Maybe he was being too subtle. "No."
"But thou must!" Her expression blanked again; again she asked, "Dost thou love me?"
The descendant of Erdrick sighed. He should have figured the Dragonlord would even boobytrap the damn princess.
I mean, look at the things writers and video game designers throw at their characters. Eventually, such a thought seems inevitable. So let the "The Gods Must Be Assholes" meme commence. I'll start.
There comes a time in every hero's life when he starts to think the gods are just dicking with him.
For the descendant of Erdrick, that moment came before the expectant gaze of Princess Gwaelin.
"I just met you," he temporized.
Her expression blanked for a moment, as if she couldn't process his answer, and she chirped again, "Dost thou love me?"
Maybe he was being too subtle. "No."
"But thou must!" Her expression blanked again; again she asked, "Dost thou love me?"
The descendant of Erdrick sighed. He should have figured the Dragonlord would even boobytrap the damn princess.
