Family Volentin
In a far future galaxy, an enslaved people ascend from their hole to dominate history for generations.
Cursed be the one who steals my tales. His days will be filled with foul smelling pus and hemorrhoids.
Blessed be the one who reads my tales with strong drink and a cigar. His days will be long on this earth.
Cursed be the one who flames me for no damned good reason. His days shall be filled with attorneys.
Blessed be the one who sends me comments. His days shall be graced with timely replies.
In the end, what brings us joy is that which fires our imagination.