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If you are reading this, you are reading the last words I will ever write and I can only hope you learn from my actions as I was murdered by my own hubris.  In writing this I summarize my descent into darkness, trying my hardest to make sure these final hours are spent ensuring that someone might be able to see this and prevent it from happening again.  Tucker's sister Whitney had always been a focus of my life. A deep abiding crush that had weighed on my heart since the both of us were children. It hurt me deeply to see her having fallen in love with someone else, and it was devastating to know she was getting married this year.  Knowing my chances were well past and ruined I found my thoughts dwindling to dark places, trying desperately to find a way to have her, to have my Whitney.  Fate would have it then, that a woman named Izzy would find me. She said she felt the pain in my heart, and knew I loved someone who would never return my feelings, and in her mercy sh...

As a divine entity with a limitless cosmic power to alter anything at will, I would like to state that while omnipotent, I am not Omnipresent.  Here, we have two such victims of that particular draw back of mine.  Taylor and Scott. I spied them in my bar having a “bro night” after a long week at work. I could tell they both had earned from the tired look in the way they slumped their shoulders.  But I also saw more. My power of empathy, reading their deeper subconscious thoughts. I found. Repression, while I didn’t have the entire picture I knew that there was a “more than friends thing”  So I wiggled my fingers at them and enchanted them with what I call “The Idealisation Curse” something that would turn them both into an ideal lover for the other. In previous instances of this particular enchantment I’d been able to turn two besty sorority girls into a jock and bimbo. And with Taylor and Scott I had no reason to suspect that by the end of the night they would feed ...