Daemonic Disgrace

My mother has a soft spot for puzzles. I happen to hate them, but I lend her a hand on occasion out of love, I guess. Actually, it's because she tells me to. Anyway, we got this evil puzzle for Christmas. This puzzle is not just evil for simply being a puzzle, but it is detestable for being a disgrace to all puzzledom. I mean it! None of the pieces fully fit, leaving room for interpretation on which one goes where. In addition, the patterns on the pieces are repeated over and over, making it necessary to see which pieces will fit around the other piece to know where it belongs. We couldn't even do the edges first! The First Law of Puzzles states that the puzzler must always begin with a completed outline. This puzzle defies all of this, and more. I have denounced said puzzle, decrying it as a thing of evil, Pure Evil, I say! And what do I receive in return? Questioning of my love for my maternal figure! Does she hold this deformity closer to her heart than she does her own daughter? I should hope that she comes to her senses soon enough.