Praise our mini ginger overlord.<br /><br /> I was only 12 years old<br /> I loved Vivian so much, I had all the shirts and wallpapers<br /> I pray to Vivian every day before I game, thanking her for the Vidya I've been given.<br /> "Vivian is love" I say, "Vivian is life"<br /> My sister hears me and calls me a misogynist shitlord<br /> I knew she was just jealous of my love of inclusion<br /> I called her a cunt<br /> She spam-flags my twitter account and reports my facebook<br /> I am sad now, and I miss my friends<br /> I load up Rev 60, and it is mind numbingly bad<br /> A warmth is moving towards me<br /> I feel something poke me<br /> It is Vivian<br /> I am so happy<br /> She whispers into my ear, "Bayonetta?"<br /> She loads the game up on my Wii U, and invites me to play<br /> I'm ready<br /> I nod my head for Vivian<br /> I can feel the joy invading me as I play a game full of artistic freedom<br /> I use my hair as a finisher<br /> I want to impress Vivian<br /> She pauses the game and hands me a water bottle and granola bar<br /> My sister walks in<br /> Vivian looks her straight in the eye and says, "You're a hypocrite."<br /> Vivian leaves "With Science"<br /> Vivian is love, Vivian is life.
