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Guess who just crafted 540 love potions to see everyone’s 100fp dialogue?

I know there’s already a post about their responses, but I wanted to see it for myself (with pictures too). I spent almost 250000000g in this (only have around 17000000g now) but it’s not like I was going to spend it anywhere else.

It’s taking about ten freaking minutes to reach 100 friendship points with one person, gifting piles and piles of love potion one at a time… Then I register, reset, rinse and repeat. IT’S SO BORESOME.

And then later I’ll still have to edit all the screenshots and post it…

*sighs*

The things I do for love…

Some of you may have heard that this or that writer “writes the same book over and over.” Once, this was a metaphor. It meant that the writer always dealt with similar themes, or the same genre, or certain types of characters often got into similar situations.

But that was before Stephenie Meyer and E.L. James, two lazy scriveners who have literally taken the first books in their series and rewritten them. E.L. James has done is twice, rewriting Meyer’s series as her own–and trust me when I say James didn’t knock herself out filing off Meyer’s serial numbers–and then rewriting the first book of her own series from the perspective of a stalkery, controlling, manipulative and emotionally abusive piece of scum. I mean, her male romantic lead. 

(Having seen excerpts from the book on Snark Squad and Jenny Trout, and having read all three of James’ boresome nightmares, I can attest to the fact Christian Grey is, in the rewrite, an even more despicable person than he is in Ana Steele’s perspective. That says quite a lot.)

I do not see the point of this. I don’t know why this is being mistaken for creativity. They’re not creating anything new; they aren’t crafting a startling or innovative interpretation; they aren’t adding anything to the original world or to an alternate one. They are copying what they did already and changing–oh, words and style, but the stories’ structures remain the same.

And yet people are eating this up. I don’t understand it. There are infinitely better written and more enjoyable books out there. I’d rather read science fiction, fantasy, or mysteries–there are plenty, and the writers don’t get nearly enough love–but if you want, there are plenty of books involving romances with vampires and other paranormal beings. (”Twilight with fill-in-the-blank-paranormal-creature” is practically its own genre.) Practically ever romance publisher has a BDSM line, inclucing Harlequin/Mills & Boon; publishers that don’t have a BDSM line generally have books that qualify, anyway. There are multiple romance and erotica lines about billionaires, if that’s your cup of tea.

No one has to settle for recycled cardboard and stale air.

So why are they?