I Never Asked For This

[failgoyle]

What the...what the hell?!

I was done with this! Done with it! What even...

...why the hell am I a teenager again?! What's going on?!


[He can also be found sulking in the room with the crystalline caves, trying to hide from everyone.]

Comments

[failgoyle]

I've already got magical powers, I don't need any more, and I never asked for this!

[awitchdidit]

Well, I guess you just need to find the complaint box and let the Trumps know you're unhappy with your guest experience!

[failgoyle]

Oh, right, right, like they give a shit.

[awitchdidit]

Precisely. I won't begrudge you some wailing and gnashing of teeth, but perhaps you should look into turning your afflictions to your advantage, seeing as they're unavoidable

[failgoyle]

I have been doing that for years and it is not working.

[awitchdidit]

Maybe less wailing, then?

[failgoyle]

But how else am I supposed to vent? To cope?

[awitchdidit]

Well, my usual method has been killing people and then reviving them with magic none the wiser.

Now that I think it out loud, though, it sounds like a less than productive idea.

[failgoyle]

Wh...that...uh...that's...uh...

WHY ARE YOU KILLING PEOPLE AND HOW ARE YOU BRINGING THEM BACK THAT IS AWFUL ARE YOU CRAZY ARE YOU A FAE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN HOW WOULD YOU EVEN--

[Congrats, Beatrice, you've set him off on a long screaming freakout that will go on for quite some time if he's left to his own devices.]

[awitchdidit]

[Well, this is fun, but it's going to get annoying fast.]

I'm not killing anyone here, it's against the rules.