Sylvanna Devlin

I really resisted the idea that Game Over could be so contentious someone would set a cult on me. Yes I called it a “game changer” but I underestimated the toxicity of some women – particularly those used to getting their way through wealth and reactive abuse.

The kind I describe in my book.

The kind Toad used.

The kind Hibiscus used.

Why that name? They’re high maintenance and go underground for most of the year.

The book is from a gods perspective, because gods find humans ridiculously funny. With a unique style and gentle “self”-teasing sense of humor it follows the arc of a relationship that almost destroyed me.

Because I am that skilled, it is as easy to read as a novel, and for some just as quick. It looks huge. Even when not formatted for ease on the eyes. But it’s so clear and full of humor the only complaint was it was too funny for the subject.

Which I took as a compliment.

This book is apparently why all that bad shit happened. Why Allahs book is interrupted. Why someone tried to drop a house on me, then a building, now a city.

Joshua is just an easy to manipulate fool. His cult blindly following his commands because cults are like that. The rest ever more elaborate gaslighting. Stories and characters woven out to create wounds because already being mentally ill wasn’t enough.

It’s back online now. The hard cover got pulled because she bitched about a picture I’m in, taken by my camera. It’s debatable who owns it but whatever. I’ll change photos and try again. Once I confirm she hasn’t hacked the source material again.

It is an older version because the one that should have been there was replaced and any copies destroyed.

Between the two they have indeed truly fucked me over. But Allah has encouraged me to endure. I will have the last laugh. So I survive. Even though I really don’t want to.

As I write this a copy is created so WordPress can be threatened into pulling it. Magically copyright infringement if she what’s? Puts it up first? Changes the timestamp? Go ahead honey. Sell my book.

Seriously. And you have to be fucking kidding me. Oh my fucking God. And are you fucking serious.

Let me go.