It all started three years ago today, when I met Loralee1, or as others call her, Lora. She came into this town, into my life, with no explanation. Her blue hair and red eyes made her stand out like a flower among the weeds.

Oh, here, let me clear things up. My name is David, David Blakeston. I am but a stone. I've always been a normal guy. Since the beginning of time, my family has sold jams and jellies. Jams and jellies, jams and jellies, all the way back to my greatest grandparent. I'm cleanshaven with slick black hair, so I don't stand out among the townsfolk, but I'm special. I know it. We used to talk amongst ourselves, but that was boring old smalltalk. It couldn't match the marvelous ideas I have in my head on any day. I always knew I was above them. Now, it's more obvious than ever, but I digress.

Then, Lora came. She wanted to put an end to the darkness growing in the east, and I immediately felt a sense of familiarity with her. Yes, she's that kind of gal! Oh, her and her sparkling eyes. She was so determined. Everyone in town was amazed. When she proudly marched up to me after wandering around town, I practically forgot my own name. She asked me if there was anything she could do for me and I sputtered out something about how I'd pay her if she got me a mushroom. Oh, what an idiot I was! Off she went, however.

And she came back. I gave her the money, as I have nothing to spend it on anyways, and I asked her to do something else for me. I felt bad for the poor girl, but she was getting paid, at least. Maybe that was what got her interests set on me. Oh, maybe she was falling in love! I sure was.

I thought of a new task, one I dare not say at first. I wanted Lora to be my wife. I couldn't live with anything else. She can't say she doesn't want it, after all! She loves me now. It took me months to work up the courage, but I finally decided to say it!

... But I couldn't. I opened my mouth and intended to say it, but what came out was a garbled mess. She seemed confused. I felt bad. The next day, I tried again. Same mess, so I did the impossible, and I'm not normal.

Not anymore. Not ever.

I've become a god in this world. I can control what I say. I can control what she says. I can control what everyone says... And today, we'll be wed, all thanks to a pesky little thing called an admin password.