A Plea

[evilhippo]

All right, world. Here's the deal. I'm about to go to sleep. Now, before I do, I want to lay down a few suggestions for tomorrow, because there've been an awful lot of complaints about the way you've been working lately, and not all of them have been from me.

Stop. making. people. miserable. This mostly applies, at the moment, to people I know, including myself, who you've been doing your darnedest to drive up the wall. It's not very nice, and we don't appreciate it. At the least, stop torturing them, because it makes me feel worse. We need a break. You've kept us locked up in a miserable winter for the past too-many months, and now that it's bright out, things suck and we're all depressed and can't enjoy it. You're godmodding us to keep up your stupid angst plot, and quite honestly, it's really bad writing. The tone has no meaning if you don't give it a break, especially since we all know how the story ends anyway. It's not like making us unhappy is original or anything.

Anyway, that's all I ask. If you're feeling really ambitious, maybe you can work on making all the other people I don't know less miserable, too, so I have fewer scowling faces to look at on the bus/train/streets. But really, as long as you stop torturing a few of us, I think your reviews will improve greatly and I might not have to fire you.

Sincerely,
evilhippo

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Seconded.