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Dear Hinoe >

kiriyass-blog:

Dear Hinoe,

There’s so much I wanted to say to you that I never can now and it’s all your fault  all my fault.

As your apprentice, I should have… I could have… happily given my life in that circumstance. For you. If it meant your sister and you could continue to be happy, and together… I would have done it. Love is sacrifice, after all, and I do. I love you.

But you had to go be your regular selfless, dumbass self and now…

I’m terrified. I’m absolutely terrified of what’s going to become of me. You were the one thing in my life that could kept my faith in human kind, and now that you’re gone I just

I want to destroy

I want to burn

I want to ruin

I want to break something or someone

I can’t keep these thoughts away without you here. I need you. I need you. Hinoe, I fucking need you.

Crying right now over this

thegits:

fish-boned:

shickalenia:

dduane:

thesuitsofwoah:

that’s almost too cruel
almost

I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.

Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.

I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.

Vicious. I love it.

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