I am the one who created the characters, the one that breathed life into their paper souls. I put the voiceless words into their mouths, the fire in their hearts, and the whispers on the wind. I alone control whom they will marry, whom they will friend, and whom they will kill. I am exhilarated in manipulating their existence through conflict and strife. Benevolently, I show mercy to my character, by allowing a path through the evil, to seek out what needs to be done and to achieve those goals. However, in the end I can only control for so long despite my godhead before the characters break the bonds I have forged and strike out on their own.