I didn't know why I got the letter. It had been...fuck, I don't know how many years since I'd last spoken with him. Yet it came to my house anyway, mixed in with bills and the usual spam mail. “Your presence is requested. Please come at once. --Grandpa” That was all it said. I thought it strange that the old man would send a handwritten letter, but not bother to write more than a single line. Regardless, Grandpa needed me. I didn't know why, but I didn't have to. I owed him my life.
But what of my life? What have I done with myself? What kind of {man/woman} am I? I've always had a natural aptitude for {________}. It's never been my favorite thing in the world, but with Grandpa's help, I was able to sharpen my skills and make a career of it. My true love {rejected me/never knew I existed/married me/is dead}. My biggest regret has to be {________}. In terms of hobbies, my greatest passion is {_________}. All in all, I feel {______} about how life's treated me.
>Man >Public Speaking >Married Me >Losing track of my wayward sibling >Music >Good
>>434915 Sure, sounds reasonable.
>>434915 Yeah. Let's make him a motivational speaker, though.
>Woman >Rocketry >Married me >Losing track of the DNA evidence >Biathlon >Fantastic
> Press Any Button.png up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A >>434915 Refreshing. I like it.