You're not sure what the bigger gut punch is. The fact that you've guzzled down 18 years worth of Spam and canned beans from your discount survivalist bunker pack for basically no reason, or the fact that this very well could mean Bard Quest will NEVER update again. Your mind wanders to the cyanide tablets that came with your bunker gear which the guy said was in case zombies break into your bunker and you didn't want to become a shambling rotten freak roaming the apocalyptic wastes. You never worried much about becoming a zombie, but the tablets loomed large in your mind in case a day like this came, or in the event BQ updated and the story started sucking.
At this point, maybe you would have preferred that, because it would have made the decision to off yourself easy as can be. But THIS? The 30K page tale called Jester Quest seems designed to bedevil you - SPECIFICALLY you. Is... is this story ABOUT you? You absolutely hate that idea. Jesters are notoriously allergic to meta shit. It's all so horrible and devoid of whimsy.