Dearest Contractor:
--- Do tell me, what must I do to have you devote half the time you spend on your little recreational electronics on something productive instead?
How many hours does it read on your screen now? 24 hours? 26? And that's not counting all the restarts, is it? And that's only one of your games.
Not even half, if you'd spent a mere fourth of the time you spent obsessing over 'Chrom' or 'Lissa' or 'Gaius' or 'Cordelia' on the inspirations I've provided you instead, then perhaps we'd have a product to share.
So as your muse, the responsibility falls upon me, dear contractor, to cure you of this chronic disease called 'addiction'.
Well then, perhaps I should keep the device hostage and demand a ransom in word count - would that be sufficient motivation? Or we could go the more permanent route and have the ever-beloved device tossed into the deeper waters of my realm.
I will have you know that I greatly favor the latter.