They “watched” the “fireworks” off-screen, and have since been dicking about the house together like nothing ever happened. But do you think they allowed me – Tud, God, gifter of stars, fixer of houses, creator and overseer of this shitty world which I am both in complete control of and cannot possibly escape – to view this magical moment? The earth has spun on its axis repeatedly and I have whiled away that time begging them to get it over with.Īnd then a week or so ago, somewhere around level 730-odd, Austin and Katherine finally went to “watch the fireworks” together. Months of my life have disappeared watching these two circle each other like guilt-ridden Catholics at a post-church dessert bar. No matter how many stars I pour into this suspenders-wearing lunatic, he finds repeated excuses to dodge it.
There is no amount of stars in the world that will allow him to act on his terrible urges. Austin can’t act on it, though, because he lacks stars. Katherine’s whole deal is that she fixes flowers, and is tediously in love with Austin. I sunk weeks – weeks – of my precious spare hours ignoring a clearly dilapidated staircase because some rusty suit of armour was holding the key to a long-lost family treasure, which wound up being “love.”īut worst of all – even beyond all of that – Austin forced me (yes, forced) to lay awake into the depths of night repeatedly because he required stars to court this waif-like trollop named Katherine. Of his crimes, and there are many, Austin has wasted hours of my life sooking about how the kitchen must be renovated, only to get completely sidetracked for 5-6 stars worth of tasks because his whining Mum wants to bake cakes on a TV show.
The Vatican Has Its Own ‘Minecraft’ Server Now, If You Feel Like Griefing The Pope
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