Well THAT wasn't the way I thought my super awesome revenge plan was going to go.
...I actually think it was better.
Oliver Queen.
I beat Oliver Fucking Jonas Fucking Queen!
It was a smaller scale event. No public or anything, just a bunch of anachronistic and extremely cocky weirdos with arrows, a field somebody had set up, an event officiated by Barton and judged by an actual field marshal. And my score...My score was HIGHER.
Can't let it get to me. I have too many more points to rack up if I want to rank by the end of the calendar year and the best way to keep winning is to focus on ME, and not him, but all the same....
I did it. I actually seriously did it.
It doesn't feel the way I thought it would. That little burst of petty need to see him trampled at my feet is gone. I did it not because I COULD, but cause I wanted to.
On top of all the bad things going on, sometimes a few amazing ones happen too.