Well, aliens invaded, both of my sisters are dead, and I'm a psionic trooper for X-COM. At least I got married to Ranma.

(A huge battle ensues.)

I'm not dead. I just got made into a half-Human, half-Protoss weapon of mass destruction.

(Several scenes of domestic maladjustment, followed by another huge battle, ensue.)

I'm not dead, I've been transformed into the Queen of the Zerg. Oh, my.

This is, um, going somewhere, right?