My grandpa was in a sick bed at the hospital about a month ago, and he knew that he was going to be gone soon- but he wanted one more thing before he passed on. To be able to see the wise mystical tree again before he died. He was over 50 after all. I told him about this game, because I could’ve sworn that the wise mystical tree was in this game. When I told him, he was so happy, and grateful, and he was the happiest I’ve seen him in such a long time!
But then he began to play it, and for hours and hours he played, without seeing any sign of any wise mystical tree in the game. As the hours wore on his old, frail bones, he began to look and act physically weaker, and his demeanor shifted into more of a somber one. After two hours of playing, he could no longer pick up the phone to even play it. When I rushed over to his side in concern for him, he said “god plays cruel, cruel games with us humans”, before I saw him abruptly seize up, with an agonized look on his face, followed by the flatlining of the machine in his room. We just had his funeral last week. And I’ve been grieving ever since. And I blame this game for breaking my poor old grandfather’s heart and taking him away from us.
How could you do that? Shatter somebodies dreams in their final moments of life by making promises that you can’t keep? Why are people so cruel to their fellow man? That is something that I can never hope to understand.