"Cthulu you look depressed? Why is that big guy?"
"My last match was horrible. My team mates wouldn't protect me… I felt like an idiot!
I so greatly wanted to build damage due to my high amounts of AOE but…
I just felt clunky and squishy….
The common player on Smite builds so much damage…"
"Don't worry big guy… You'll have your chance again…
Eater of Souls! Biggest character in Smite! Well… Other than Jormungandr. Still by appearances… You're huge! Oh and perhaps Fenrir technically... From what I've heard."
"Is this supposed to help me feel better? I AM THE EATER OF SOULS! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!"
"Ugh..." Cthulu began to sob uncontrollably. His tears were massive and… kind of disgusting to the human eye.
"Ohhh!"
Persephone rolled her eyes and lit up a smoke.
"Is that a cigarette?"
"Well… What do you think? You think I spend my time training between rounds. As if dealing with Hades isn't enough. The guy has a mental breakdown every weekend!"
"Gods! What a weakling! You deserve a big strong husband!"
"Ugh, ya! Ya I do! You know what?
You're right!"
"Like… Like me!"
"Yes… Just like you buddy…"
Persephone enjoyed her cigarette, and Cthulu was feeling better about himself already.