Mr. Ward, I must ask for mercy. Please, Mr. Ward. Please stop proving that I am a worthless turd. You have won. You have made a fool of me.

The last straw came when I read his comments about me in his journal:

“And I think Wick is just jealous that I’m getting to work on the new Chill RPG… and that I date attractive intelligent women… and that I have the respect of my peers… and that my life is moving ever-forward… and that I choose to surround myself with positive influences…”

Yes, Mr. Ward. You are absolutely correct. I am so jealous of your professional accomplishments. My own work on the CHILL roleplaying game–writing the history of SAVE section and assisting in the design of the basic system–is completely overshadowed by your own work on the book. You are correct: it is as if I didn’t work on the book at all.

And I, myself, have never been seen with attractive, intelligent women. Not a single one. Not ever.

And, of course, I have no respect from any peers. And, I must admit, I do surround myself with negative influences. Negative influences like all my fellow game design professionals on my mutual friends list.

Thank you for demonstrating my weaknesses, Mr. Ward. I am humbled by your superior wisdom.

I will trouble you no more.