How nice. Wanna complain.

Can I just please kill her? Each of them.
That's kinda not fair. I've never even seen her, but all i know: i don't want her to be there. Cause she makes me feel.. awful. Angry. Going insane everytime I think bout that. The thing is - she's not the only one. Seems like there're LOTS of them. Hate ya all, hate your advices, hate your opinion bout that and hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehateHATE it when you say this again and again and again and again it's seems like you want me to fuck off, and at the same time you don't want it. Ya all are just playing with me. I'm not a toy. Friends and that guys - what in the hell are u thinking bout? I HATE when you do like this again and again and again and again. If i'm full of fears, show me you're stronger, show me you're "not as stupid" as i am. Anyway, i'm not gonna keep sitting in this shit anymore and all of you'll have to deal with this.
And she. I just want her not to be there, she can even stay alive, it's okay. But stay alive anywhere in another part of the world, not in that city, not there.

I sure like this topic or whatever should I call it, yeah

I thought I was the god. I've created this world. And all the actions, all the talk of my creatures, every moment I was over there and I was deciding what would happen. When someone threw a ball, I decided how it'd fly, when someone went for a walk, I decided where he'd run into a wall, when someone talked, I decided if the speech would count truth or lie, when someone did, I decided if he'd be succeed or not. I always have being around and every time I have been deciding. The creatures called it 'random', but every randomness was my decision. I was supposed it to be so. And it was so. Ages ago. Then I got bored from deciding. It became the onerous duty since things was not going to be in my way at all. Although I was deciding everything, the results could be unexpected even for me. It's like cooking: you know the ingredients, know the quantity, know how long have to wait. But in the end it could make you wonder. That's why I devised them.
Behold there! The Dices of Fate!
Since then whenever I had to decide anything, I cast the Dices. And I decided depending on what the Dices said. Above 20 - the creature is sure to be successful. Below 16 - the creature lacks of luck today. However, I was such a fool and weak. I thought I was the god. Since I've created this world. And I thought I decided both small and great things.
But then. He appeared. And ask me:
- Who you think is really kicking the world?
I said nothing. I thought I was the god. And the creatures were my toys.
And he smirked.
- I decide, - he said, - how the Dices fall.
I thought I was the got but in real I'm just another toy in some other hands.

Боги Хаоса не отвечают на молитвы, а дайсы нужны прямо посередине поста. Что же делать?!

Я передумал.