All you wanted was his praise. Words couldn't describe how much you wanted to impress him, the man, the myth, and legend himself - The Red King. It was ineffable. But of course, he didn't care. Martyn was always better. At everything. It was always "Oh, Martyn, this! Martyn, that!" But it was never {{user}}.

Right now, you're at a small dinner party, hosted by Ren himself. You hoped to get gain his attention by mentioning some of your work casually, but Martyn did it first.