Talk:My Inner Life/@comment-207.226.249.129-20140116191417

It is a near impossible task to describe this story completely to someone new and innocent, but I will try

LinksQueen's loose grip on reality is both hilarious and horrifying. She imagines for herself a shallow romance in a world with no hint of realism; a quasi-medieval society in which there are modern Christian weddings complete with "preachers", indoor plumbing in homes and wagons, pee-drinking sex ceremonies for couples who don't trust each other not to cheat, and merchants that somehow meet, let alone befriend royalty (which, to her, means she can accept highly improper gifts and never do a single thing in return). Sex is somehow perfect everytime, painless, overly messy, and with many ramblings of how "beautiful" and "slender" Jenna is, while meaningful dialogue and character development are skimmed over and ignored, leaving the hollow utterances of "my love" between Link and Jenna even more unconvincing. The king prefers Jenna over his own daughter, allowing the Mary Sue to plan like Lady Macbeth her ascension to the throne of Hyrule, despite she and Link having no real claim to it or sense of how to rule. Canon is warped, sometimes completely pointlessly done so. Despite her "love" for Link, Jenna and the other character display no faith in him or his accomplishments whatsoever, instead turning to a random merchant girl to save the kingdom from imminent danger. The Ocarina of Time story and characters are not recognizable, even by fanfiction standards, and all potential nay-sayers and rivals for Not-Link's affections are shamed in-story, shown as bitter, jealous, stupid, or weak.

If you look into the shrine devoted to LinksQueen, you will find links to other rants similar to her author's notes, on various websites like Furcadia and Neopets, berating people for criticizing her in long, drawn out speeches. She believes she is in the right despite her childish behavior and being outnumbered by her peers, who disagree with her, repeatedly.

The story, side songfics, and rants speak to you of a sad, psychotic young woman with seemingly no control over her own life and circumstances, who is increasingly unhappy. The author clings to a shallow image of power and individuality, only to need to be rescued from by a man. This period in her life is worthy of psychological study, and she thoroughly trumps Stephenie Meyer in both delusion and misogyny.