I put on some Melvins and go to Newgrounds.
Hain't been there in a hot minute.
First, I hit Sonic. He holds his head in his hands, says "Ow."
This feels good to me. To hurt him. I don't know what that says about me.
Then I am allowed to create my own character.
I have always believed in myself.
My OC has a featureless blue polka-dotted head.
No mouth or eyes give windows to the soul within, as they say.
However, from the back of its head, three matted spikes of hair dangle there.
My OC has never washed these spikes in all of its life.
Where a snout should be protrudes a proboscis that has no color perceptible to the human eye.
From the top of its head, long ears stretch towards heaven to mock god.
The insides the color of cinnabar—poison.
I have always believed in myself.
Its body is inexplicably metallic, denoting a construct.
But the front is a furry pink heart.
I have always believed in myself!
Muscles threaten to tear through the flesh of its all-too-human arms.
I have always believed in myself!
But its hands are deep orange and labeled "evil," as though the creator of this Flash game knew all along!
I have always believed in myself!
They knew all along the horrors that could be unleashed from it!
I have always believed in myself!
I have always believed in myself!
I have always believed in myself!
I have always believed in myself!
I have always believed!