[ WP ] You live in a universe where the gods do wonders for their chosen followers . You are your god 's only chosen and you are really getting tired of his/her shit .

Dear God, 
 
 It ’ s hard to describe the last few years. I ’ ve seen and done things I never would have imagined possible. I studied for a long time, struggled through many streaks of uncertainty, and finally was given a gift only a few people have ever come close to receiving. 
 
 You chose me. You chose me to receive the glory of your attention. You chose me to stand in front of you, after following for so long. You chose me for some things before I was ready. There is nothing boring about what you ’ ve done with me. I know that ’ s true. 
 
 I once saw a dog eat a plastic apple. He knew he wasn ’ t allowed food from the table. He meandered around the room, until he was close enough to see himself in a grapefruit. In one quick motion he snatched a fake granny smith and started toward his bed across the house. His first bite sounded a crack across the room and arrested his stride. His anticipation, his excitement, his risk, and his reward all turned to broken plastic in his mouth. 
 
 At first I was excited by your attention and what it would mean for my life. I thought that with your power anything would be possible. I was right. It wasn ’ t until now that I realized how wrong I was. You gave me everything I asked of you. Now I see that it ’ s not enough to make me happy. I see that sometimes being given something by the wrong person is worse than not receiving it at all. 
 
 If I gave you the power to control the minds of others, what would you do? I think the people who would use this to their advantage in some way or another are in the majority here on Earth. I ’ d even venture a guess that a large portion of the population would use this as a means to sexual gratification. Often overlooked is the morality of such a thing. Consent is irrelevant when you ’ re in full control of another ’ s desire. 
 
 God, you ’ ve given me control. You ’ ve given me the power to make choices for other people. I ’ ve made choices for many women. It isn ’ t until now that I realize the error of our ways. You ’ ve made wonders happen. All of the celebrities, the models, the girls next door. God, you gave me what I wanted, but it wasn ’ t yours to give. 
 
 I ’ m sorry God, but it ’ s over. The final wonder you can perform for me is to choose someone else and let me forget what I ’ ve done. Let me forget what I became. Let me forget how I was corrupted so absolutely by your power. Let me forget the taste of broken plastic. 
 
 Yours no longer, 
 Dave. 
 
 lol jk. page 2 has my requests for this week. am I allowed to request fictional characters? feel free to ignore daphne from scooby doo if that ’ s not cool.
