I washed your gravy boat. Where does it live?

May not the miſerable ruine of Conſtantinople, their impregnable vvalles, riches, and pleaſures laſt taken by the Turke (vvhich are but a bit, in compariſon of their novv mightines) remember vs, of the effects of priuate couetouſneſs? […] His [the Byzantine emperor's] pouertie vvhen the Turke beſeiged, the citizens (vvhoſe marchandizing thoughts vvere onely to get vvealth, little conceiuing the deſperate reſolution of a valiant expert enemy) left the Emp[eror] ſo long to his concluſions, hauing ſpent all he had to pay his young, ravv, diſcontented Souldiers; that ſodainly he, they, and their citie vvere all a prey to the deuouring Turke.

Treating narratives like something you can stretch out to give more value does a disservice to players and our engagement.

As a nation we seem to be callously indifferent to the misery of even our own compatriots, kith and kin, and stone-heartedly immune to the woes of others.