Hey over there, with the wild unruly hair. Do you ever wonder why this world is so very unfair? Is it's clearness so foggy and it's foundation soggy? Does your hope make you groggy when the ground feels so boggy?
Listen here, my sweet and fragile dear. Even a bird of hollow bones can sense that aura of fear. But it is okay, for this is why you are so sane. A world that was fair would just ruin this game.
Have you ever felt good, when you conquered a challenge? When everyone else seemed to have found their allonge? Yet you had to go further to leap over the hurdle. And when you leaped out they all soon turned into turtles.
It's a game my dear, but a game of what's there. When did the game master ever say that this game was fair? Now put on your shoes, and make this your campaign. And you will never ever look at the game the same.