Refute thy GM

“All these GMs…they just help people right? They don’t own any crap, because what do they need it for? They don’t get involved in player debates or conflicts because they’re practically Gods here. And that’s the reward? That’s advancing to the next level? To become impartial and just rule everyone as a sort of benevolent God? How is that a solution to the problem?” Dithers asked. They both still stood on top of the Great Temple watching the crowds move about. Winterfresh stared at Dithers as if he’d asked why things always fall to the Earth. He was offering him the most coveted position in the game, higher than being a Paladin, higher than anything else. And Dithers seemed uninterested. “It is the peak of power in this world. You’re aware of the game now, so you can guide others and lead them to prosperity. You can make the place safe from those would abuse newbies. You can guard against those would abuse their power. What else would you do?” Winterfresh asked. He seemed almost offended that Dithers would suggest the honor of being a GM was no improvement over just being a player. “I’m not trying to say it isn’t a good thing. I’m saying it’s just more of the same. It’s not changing anything. But just do that until I win? Until I’m the best one of those? Try to be the best King possible for these people? What for,” Dithers asked. Winterfresh laughed again and said, “But Dithers, as a GM you can make this world however you see fit,” Winterfresh said.