Fan fictions suffer from those kinds of authors a lot.
I understand. You found paradise in the internet, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The staff protected you and there were terms of service. You didn’t need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: “Fan fictions suffer from those kinds of authors a lot.” But you don’t say it with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you insult my horribly transparent coping mechanisms.