“Cursed with the greatest Evil to ever walk the realms of the Living,” the protagonist isn’t really interested in destroying the world at all, and runs an animal shelter.
So you know how, when you start trying to decide what you want to do when you’re finished high school, your mom will inevitably be like, “You could be a lawyer”? And you’re like, sure, yeah, I could be, but I don’t really want to be?
That’s how I feel about curses.
Yeah, sure, I have the potential to literally end life as we know it, but I don’t really want to, you know? I’ve got a good thing going here. I’ve got a dog and a cat and three fish and a parakeet and some mice and all the critters in the shelter, plus my girlfriend and my work friends and my step-mom. I don’t really want to wreck that, you know?
But, hey, you asked how I could say no. Which is the question everybody asks me. “But it’s your destiny!” No, technically it’s a curse. And technically I’m cursed with the potential for evil. My uncle Herbert had the potential to be a nuclear physicist, but instead he works at Home Depot. Just because you could do a thing doesn’t mean you’re going to. It just means you could.
Should we talk about what I did do, instead? I know, I know, this is your interview, but could you humour me for just a second? I’ve already answered all your questions in other interviews; your viewers can just find them online.
So what actually happened, is my birth parents were like “Holy crap, she’s a monster” and promptly gave me up for adoption. But, I mean, it was all over the news, everyone was concerned about this terrible baby. So who the hell’s going to adopt said baby but people who are actually terrible?
I mean, my childhood didn’t totally suck. They kind of worshipped me, in a weird and creepy way. I guess I was just the kind of kid who didn’t want to go that far. Like, maybe you’re smart enough to be a lawyer, but that’s a lot of work, you know? So rather than study great tyrants and battle plans and general awfulness, I kind of just coasted. Then my parents – and I use that term loosely – got divorced, which was kind of inevitably given the kind of people they were, but that’s not really important to the story. What is important is that my dad – again, loosely – remarried this actually nice person. Like, I don’t know how it happened. He conned her or something. Seriously, the marriage lasted about a year, but Harriet sued for custody (I’m twelve at this point) and won, obviously, because she was not a horrible person. So basically Harriet raised me, which turned out really well for me.
And she said to me, she said “Kendra, you have a choice. You have a lot of paths open to you, but you’re the one who chooses which one to go down.” Which is good life advice in a general sense, really. But for me, it was kind of life-changing. I always assumed it would just happen, you know? Like I would wake up one day and I’d have taken over the world. I didn’t want to do it, I just assumed I would anyways. But Harriet made me realize I’d have to work for that. So I didn’t. I volunteered at an animal shelter through high school, and when the owners wanted to retire, they gave it to me. And I’m cool with that, you know? I mean, every so often I wonder if doing this is leading me down the world-domination-path, but, hey, whatever, right? I’m just going to keep doing what I want. Nothing wrong with that, right?


























