Your desire for vengeance will cause countless deaths, child,_ she said, pointing a crooked finger at Rhylie. __nnocents will be caught up in your maelstrom, their lives torn apart. People you have never met, and will never know will die beneath your shadow if you do not stop. You tear the galaxy asunder with each step you take towards Vorcia.
I love analogies! Let__ have one.Imagine that you dearly love, absolutely crave, a particular kind of food. There are some places in town that do this particular cuisine just amazingly. Lots of people who are into this kind of food hold these restaurants in high regard. But let__ say, at every single one of these places, every now and then throughout the meal, at random moments, the waiter comes over and punches any women at the table right in the face. And people of color and/or LGBT folks as well! Now, most of the white straight cis guys who eat there, they have no problem__fter all, the waiter isn__ punching them in the face, and the non-white, non-cis, non-straight, non-guys who love this cuisine keep coming back so it can__ be that bad, can it? Hell, half the time the white straight cis guys don__ even see it, because it__ always been like that and it just seems like part of the dining experience. Granted, some white straight cis guys have noticed and will talk about how they don__ like it and they wish it would stop.Every now and then, you go through a meal without the waiter punching you in the face__hey just give you a small slap, or come over and sort of make a feint and then tell you they could have messed you up bad. Which, you know, that__ better, right? Kind of?Now. Somebody gets the idea to open a restaurant where everything is exactly as delicious as the other places__ut the waiters won__ punch you in the face. Not even once, not even a little bit. Women and POC and LGBT and various combinations thereof flock to this place, and praise it to the skies.And then some white, straight, cis dude__ne of the ones who__ on record as publicly disapproving of punching diners in the face, who has expressed the wish that it would stop (maybe even been very indignant on this topic in a blog post or two) says, __ure, but it__ not anything really important or significant. It__ getting all blown out of proportion. The food is exactly the same! In fact, some of it is awfully retro. You__e just all relieved cause you__e not getting punched in the face, but it__ not really a significant development in this city__ culinary scene. Why couldn__ they have actually advanced the state of food preparation? Huh? Now that would have been worth getting excited about.__hink about that. Seriously, think. Let me tell you, being able to enjoy my delicious supper without being punched in the face is a pretty serious advancement. And only the folks who don__ get routinely assaulted when they try to eat could think otherwise.
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I love analogies! Let__ have one.Imagine that you dearly love, absolutely crave, a particular kind of food. There are some places in town that do this particular cuisine just amazingly. Lots of people who are into this kind of food hold these restaurants in high regard. But let__ say, at every single one of these places, every now and then throughout the meal, at random moments, the waiter comes over and punches any women at the table right in the face. And people of color and/or LGBT folks as well! Now, most of the white straight cis guys who eat there, they have no problem__fter all, the waiter isn__ punching them in the face, and the non-white, non-cis, non-straight, non-guys who love this cuisine keep coming back so it can__ be that bad, can it? Hell, half the time the white straight cis guys don__ even see it, because it__ always been like that and it just seems like part of the dining experience. Granted, some white straight cis guys have noticed and will talk about how they don__ like it and they wish it would stop.Every now and then, you go through a meal without the waiter punching you in the face__hey just give you a small slap, or come over and sort of make a feint and then tell you they could have messed you up bad. Which, you know, that__ better, right? Kind of?Now. Somebody gets the idea to open a restaurant where everything is exactly as delicious as the other places__ut the waiters won__ punch you in the face. Not even once, not even a little bit. Women and POC and LGBT and various combinations thereof flock to this place, and praise it to the skies.And then some white, straight, cis dude__ne of the ones who__ on record as publicly disapproving of punching diners in the face, who has expressed the wish that it would stop (maybe even been very indignant on this topic in a blog post or two) says, __ure, but it__ not anything really important or significant. It__ getting all blown out of proportion. The food is exactly the same! In fact, some of it is awfully retro. You__e just all relieved cause you__e not getting punched in the face, but it__ not really a significant development in this city__ culinary scene. Why couldn__ they have actually advanced the state of food preparation? Huh? Now that would have been worth getting excited about.__hink about that. Seriously, think. Let me tell you, being able to enjoy my delicious supper without being punched in the face is a pretty serious advancement. And only the folks who don__ get routinely assaulted when they try to eat could think otherwise.
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