So, you’ve got a great YA dystopian idea. Perhaps all of
humanity has been wiped out by a nefarious disease carried by hamsters so the
hope of the species rests upon the backs of sixteen to nineteen year olds who
are immune to the rodentia dementia. You have sketches of the insane clothing
all the half hamster overlord slave drivers wear. You have your plucky heroine
who is sarcastic and knows her way around a weapon. (But only with the girlier
weapons, like a bow or magic or a sharpened eyelash curler. Swords are for
boys.)
Now all you have to do is pick a love interest, but the
brooding bad boy weregerbil and the sensitive but not abusive clone of her best
friend growing up are both good options. Why not do both?
You have just entered the dreaded Love Triangle and your
sanity may never be seen again.
What’s the big deal about love triangles? Out of all the
shapes triangles are one of the easiest to draw and give us terrible hypotenuse
hippopotamus jokes. Let us break down the love triangle.
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