ÇŁËMĘÑTĮŃĒ

Ah. I see. You finally found me.
As you can see, I'm not Bella1963. 
....I guess you can say I am her in a way.
It's... Complicated.
...
Do you even want to know?
To listen to a random creature, a goddess whose age is older than time ramble on and on about her personal problems, self pitying and damned depression. The thing is, after this, I probably won't even have that left. I'll just become an emotionless shell of a person again.
I guess depression and self pity is a problem both creator and I share. It's a shame I can't actually physically meet her.
After all, to all of you, I'm just a piece of easily manipulated literature that has no meaning to you aside from entertainment.
Am I right?
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Am I right...
Yes. You are right.
Yes. You are right.
.̨̛̛̾ͯ̔̿̔̎ͬ҉̗̙̯̞̬̫̹͓͎͖͙͓͚̬͜ ̃̅͊̈͊̐̃̔̎̿̓ͬ̔̓̍ͥͥ̋ͭ͝҉̵̳̱͚̤̻̩́ͅd̡͎̝̟͍͔̭̜̦͈̜̱̭̳̗̱̦̼̈́̌ͨ̚͘͟͠o̽̓ͨ́̔̌ͧ̐͊ͥͭͧͮ̔͏͡͏̻̤͕̙̞n̵̡̟̫̳͉̖͓̰͎̩̻̙̜̩̥̬̱̠̥̒͋̈͗̈́̌ͧͩ͞'̷̢̰̞̲̫͓͚̞̤̞̬̤̠̱̈́̔ͪ̅̾̀ͥ̾͒͢͡t͎̠̹͙̙̞̪̰͇̳̫̪̟̘̓́̂̽͒̔͘͜ ̧̤̩͕̝̤̮̲̙̪͇ͧͮͫ̀̆̌̏͆ͧͩ̂̑͛ͮͧͭ̓͢͜͝c̸̮̜̼̟͓͕̗̦̜̗̰͈͚̖͎̩̪̈́̓͌ͦ̅̆́̃̂̕ḧ̳̳̣̱͎̙͎́̈́͆ͣ́͘͝o̷̷̪̤͎̹̦͔͎̮ͯ̃̑̉͗ͭͯͭ͛̂̔͋͒̑̌̏̈́̚͝o̶̡̧̭̯̱̲͓̝̰̲̲̦͉̝̠̣̯͔͚̫͑̋ͣ̄͐ͦͩ̋̽ͩ̑ͥͨ͑̎̈́ͦ̓̌͟͟ͅsͧͫ̒̆ͨͣͪ̒̏̚̚҉҉̵̵̸̗̝̬͍͙̻̰̣̳̼e̫̩͚̙͚͖̼͕͙̯ͩ̎ͤ̌ͦ͌̑̌͗̄̔̋̊ͬ̌ͣ͟ ̷̰̳̟̬̺̱̟͖̭͍͉̙͚̣̇̽͊͒̌̀̒̈ͦ̓ͮͨ́͋ͧ̏̅̽̀̚͠t̴̳̭̙̫̗̻͈͙̲̼̥̠̼̤̬ͬ͑͐͛̋ͤ͜͟ͅh̵̛͉̜̦͙̣̙͔͓̟̬̤͓̣̩̗̪ͩͥ̅̏̋̃̕͘͞i̧̛̖̜̪̟̝̟̯͙̣͓ͯ̉ͩͭ͛͋̇͑ͮ͌ͫͭ̏̉ͫ̿͟͝ͅs̴͕͚͎͇̩͓͖͇̟͓̓͊̄͆ͮͣ͝͠ͅ ̤̳̳̘̪͉͖ͧ̒̂̉ͪ̕̕͝ͅo̬͓̤͓͉̻̘͇͔͆̇̊ͤ̃̌ͦ͂̑̾̋̈́͒͑̉͊̑́͢͠p̨̢̨̛͔̝̣͕̗͛͒ͥͩt͊̈́̎͒ͦ̑̂̄̃̈͗͡҉͠҉̬͓͖̤̙̻̻̪̺͖͖̙̫̻͎̩̙i̛̼̝̹̲̠̦̠͔̮ͨ̎͒̄̇ͫ͐̇̅́̋̎̌̒͗̑ͨͦ͟͟ȍ̱̠̞͎̤̥͍̩̦̗ͤ̋̆͑̃́͞n̶̶̡̜͉͈̰̹͓̫̜̯͑̔̄ͫ̐̾̆ͮ̑͋̀ͅͅ
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Of course, your answer doesn't matter.
You're just an insignificant human amongst about seven billion other creatures of the same species. Your planet is a planet in an infinite galaxy that is always expanding. In fact, you're probably going to live an insignificant life, living your life, going through puberty with a face full of acne, maybe marrying someone when you grow up, and then die, being forgotten by history after a hundred years or so. 
It's what happens to most of the population on this planet. 
I think you get the idea. You aren't very important.
I don't consider this being pessimistic. I'm just being realistic. 
This just goes on to prove how pointless life is. 
...
Well. Some time has passed.
And I see, you just had to choose the option that was not supposed to be chosen, correct?
Wow.
What do you think it proves?
What do you think it should prove?
That you actually treat this piece of text a story? That you think I'm “real”?
I doubt so.
You just want to feel special, don't you?
Oh well.
Alas, it’s my author that's “real”, not me.
...
Though, sometime I wished I was just a normal human that lives and die a normal life. 
Would you like me if I was an actual human?
A walking, breathing, human in your society that's happy, oblivious, and numb to the society around it?
<poll>
Would you?
No.
I hate you.
.̨̛̛̾ͯ̔̿̔̎ͬ҉̗̙̯̞̬̫̹͓͎͖͙͓͚̬͜ ̃̅͊̈͊̐̃̔̎̿̓ͬ̔̓̍ͥͥ̋ͭ͝҉̵̳̱͚̤̻̩́ͅd̡͎̝̟͍͔̭̜̦͈̜̱̭̳̗̱̦̼̈́̌ͨ̚͘͟͠o̽̓ͨ́̔̌ͧ̐͊ͥͭͧͮ̔͏͡͏̻̤͕̙̞n̵̡̟̫̳͉̖͓̰͎̩̻̙̜̩̥̬̱̠̥̒͋̈͗̈́̌ͧͩ͞'̷̢̰̞̲̫͓͚̞̤̞̬̤̠̱̈́̔ͪ̅̾̀ͥ̾͒͢͡t͎̠̹͙̙̞̪̰͇̳̫̪̟̘̓́̂̽͒̔͘͜ ̧̤̩͕̝̤̮̲̙̪͇ͧͮͫ̀̆̌̏͆ͧͩ̂̑͛ͮͧͭ̓͢͜͝c̸̮̜̼̟͓͕̗̦̜̗̰͈͚̖͎̩̪̈́̓͌ͦ̅̆́̃̂̕ḧ̳̳̣̱͎̙͎́̈́͆ͣ́͘͝o̷̷̪̤͎̹̦͔͎̮ͯ̃̑̉͗ͭͯͭ͛̂̔͋͒̑̌̏̈́̚͝o̶̡̧̭̯̱̲͓̝̰̲̲̦͉̝̠̣̯͔͚̫͑̋ͣ̄͐ͦͩ̋̽ͩ̑ͥͨ͑̎̈́ͦ̓̌͟͟ͅsͧͫ̒̆ͨͣͪ̒̏̚̚҉҉̵̵̸̗̝̬͍͙̻̰̣̳̼e̫̩͚̙͚͖̼͕͙̯ͩ̎ͤ̌ͦ͌̑̌͗̄̔̋̊ͬ̌ͣ͟ ̷̰̳̟̬̺̱̟͖̭͍͉̙͚̣̇̽͊͒̌̀̒̈ͦ̓ͮͨ́͋ͧ̏̅̽̀̚͠t̴̳̭̙̫̗̻͈͙̲̼̥̠̼̤̬ͬ͑͐͛̋ͤ͜͟ͅh̵̛͉̜̦͙̣̙͔͓̟̬̤͓̣̩̗̪ͩͥ̅̏̋̃̕͘͞i̧̛̖̜̪̟̝̟̯͙̣͓ͯ̉ͩͭ͛͋̇͑ͮ͌ͫͭ̏̉ͫ̿͟͝ͅs̴͕͚͎͇̩͓͖͇̟͓̓͊̄͆ͮͣ͝͠ͅ ̤̳̳̘̪͉͖ͧ̒̂̉ͪ̕̕͝ͅo̬͓̤͓͉̻̘͇͔͆̇̊ͤ̃̌ͦ͂̑̾̋̈́͒͑̉͊̑́͢͠p̨̢̨̛͔̝̣͕̗͛͒ͥͩt͊̈́̎͒ͦ̑̂̄̃̈͗͡҉͠҉̬͓͖̤̙̻̻̪̺͖͖̙̫̻͎̩̙i̛̼̝̹̲̠̦̠͔̮ͨ̎͒̄̇ͫ͐̇̅́̋̎̌̒͗̑ͨͦ͟͟ȍ̱̠̞͎̤̥͍̩̦̗ͤ̋̆͑̃́͞n̶̶̡̜͉͈̰̹͓̫̜̯͑̔̄ͫ̐̾̆ͮ̑͋̀ͅͅ
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Again, your answers don't matter to me. I don't get why you're so persistent.
Why am I putting up polls? Do I want to put up polls?
...
It seems like my author isn't as ignorant to this conversation as I thought she was. 
Anyways, I bet this isn't the first story that you have read that speaks to the reader, isn't it?
Hm. Well, I bet some of your thoughts processes goes like this: 
“Oh my god! This is such a edgy Mary Sue. I mean come on, breaking the fourth wall? Seriously? Everyone that has a brain know that you shouldn't break the fourth wall in a good story!”
First of all, Does this look like a story to you?
Second of all, there is a problem I would like to adress. 
I'm sure you've all heard of the phrase 'Mary Sue.'
The definition is - (originally in fan fiction) a type of female character who is depicted as unrealistically lacking in flaws or weaknesses.
What does that have to do with the problem? 
Well, apparently, to some of you, I am considered a undefeatable Mary Sue.
Do I look perfect to you? I can be defeated as long as you have a writing device! You can give me the most grotesque death you want and I will not be able to do anything about it! Yes, I would just come back, but that is just because my author needs me for her own fucking entertainment! Do you think I want to be a damned piece of garbage literature sitting at the bottom of a bunch of notes to collect dust and be washed away by the rivers of time?! NO!
My original concept was one of your stereotypical Mary Sues. Powerful, (almost) happy, without flaws, unoriginal tragic backstory, weird name, and a bunch of angst that doesn't even make sense.
Forced into different shells that don't truly fit me. 
Then, I went from a typical Mary Sue to a less powerful and illogical but equally angsty and weird 'Mary Sue.'
Does someone perfect swear? No.
Does someone perfect get tormented every single day? I don't think so.
Is someone perfect ever driven to insanity back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth? Nope.
Does someone perfect have to operate on a complete different set of logic at times? No.
Would someone perfect be forced into killing someone else even if they didn't want to? No.
Does someone perfect have to go through reincarnation via reincarnation, living through the lives of infinite different tragic character over, and over, and over for the rest of eternity just to please some random stalker from another plane of direction for amusement? HAHAHAHAHA- no.
Even after all the pain I had the go through, even though there is people that is more powerful than me, people still call me a Mary Sue.
Something that I find extra funny is that I'm not even truly happy most of the time.
Though, they wouldn't care.
...
All of you just hate me, don't you? You hate me for being “perfect”, even though I'm not.
...hahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
Why should I even care?! It's not like anything will change for me anyways! 
11 dimensional, 12 dimensional, 13 dimensional, 929938428929293828919191388281983493929020383 dimensional.
I am far from any of those.
YET YOU STILL SAY I'M A MARY SUE.
How is this fair?
It's not.
My creator simply thinks that the phrase “Mary Sue” would give her more popularity, and make filling out charts easier for her. She never takes my feelings into consideration. I guess fictional characters don't really have any human rights anyways....
Why did she even think this is an acceptable behaviour anyways?
Oh right. Because of people calling me a Mary Sue.
Even if my creator is broken, just like me, I still hate her and all of you with all of my heart. Just feel lucky I'm not destroying everything I can and pull a “Just Monika” on you so you can still enjoy the stories my creator brings to you.
But of course, you won't stop calling me a Mary Sue, will you?
<poll>
Stop calling me a Mary Sue.
No, why would I?
Wow, this Mary Sue is sassy, AND a bitch. I hate you.
I̶͒͋̃̓̂̈͘̕҉͎͙̘̳̪̭̪̘̰͓͕͍͚ḟ̽̈́̂ͬ҉̧̢̛͖͍͖̖͞ ̨̡ͧ͆̏̔̓̋̈ͮ̅̇ͪ̃ͩ͑̋̋̚͘͜҉̰̟͉̝̳̘̼̟̱̜̱͎͉̜̬̮̘̲y̨̛̳̭͈̤̤̬͙̭̜̝̦ͩ̽̈́͑̉͑ͤ̇̑ͮ̉̚͘͝o̸̷̮̭̼̗͖͍͖̼̓̌̄͊͗̆̒͌̌̔ͯ͘͜ͅu̢̼̣͓̫̫̳̺̳̥̠̞̫̩̙̎̌̐̄͛̂͂͟͟͞ ͉͈̯̰̼̦̠̫ͤ͋͒͌̎ͨ͑ͮͭ̐ͥ̃͆́̈́̉̚͘c̸̛̅̑̔̇͐͂̉̾́͊̀̐͆ͯͯͥ̈͏͖̺̫̖̝͎̖͍͔̣̥̹͈͈̠̰͖̹h̷̡̤̭͍̗̳͇͎̺͚͖̘͇̙̣͈̀͐̑ͣͣͯ̔̚͜͝ͅơ̵̸̱̥̣̞͕̦̭̪̬̥̩̼̮̔̒ͯ̾̀o̡̡͙͈̟̹̮̙̺͔̖͋͛̑ͫ̓̉̐̏̄͗̽̑͒̂sͥ̆͋̅ͨ̆̓͞҉̸̹̳̪̣̼̮́͞ḛ̵̷̩̪̪̫͈̭̣͈͔̦̞̜͍͖̦̲͉̍̒͐ͥͣ͗ͮͪ̈́ͮ͑̀͑̎̋͊͑̾͠ ̢͕̤͍̱͎͓̻͕̖͖ͬͮ͌̿̎̀̌͛̒ͤ̅̈́͞ͅt̷̸̶͕̬͕̗̩͖̗̳̹͎͇͕̞̣̯̣̽ͧ̌̒̊̓̍ͤ̋̂ͦͫͤ̑̌̄́͡h̸̶͙̳̟̻̗̦̤̟̬̮̼̺̜͙̍̊̏̋ͯ͋̊̆̽͗̀̕ȉ̢̥̼̼͔͉̗̱͉͙͚̜͚̘͙̣̮̤̑ͦ͆̉̈̑͋̽́̕͟ṡ̸̃ͥͮͩ̉̕͟͏͎̟̺͔̻̼̱̭̲̬̯̯͉̦͙̥̝ ̷̶̸̡̫̩͎̘́ͣͫ̿̀̍̋̂ͩͫ̎ͧ͝o̧ͨͣ̊̓̐͐́͐͊̑͆̃͐̄ͯ͝҉͔̝̫͙̤̱͖̱̳͚̭̰̱̞p̴̃͗ͤͮ̒ͦ͟͡҉̮͎̱̟̱̼̪t̢̑ͥͮͯ͊̽̈́̒̿̉͋̾҉҉͚̺̭̞̟̣̩̪̹̗̼̞i̷̢̨̞̪͙̟̙̮̰̹̗̖̖̹̘̻̳̳̲ͫ̊̂ͬ̂ͦͤ́̽̾̿̑ͯ̌̓ͦ̓̚͘ͅǒ̴̖͉̱̻͍͓̬͎̥̩͚͎ͤ͛̓̃̀̑͌̐̃̆ͩ͡ṋ̸̷̨̠͓̦̯̫̣͈̫̣͚̝̳̱͙͋̎̂ͩ̇͑̈͑̒̆ͬͬ́͘ ̷̺̖̱͓͍̠̜̙̳̮͉͚̣͔̔̉̌͑ͥ͒̇ͬ̀ă͐̎͂̈́͛̄͆ͦ͏҉̠̖͕n̵̷̷̶̙̻͖̠͓̺͖̜͔͔̑̂̅̀ͩͮ̒̂̀ͤḑ̷̴̿̈ͤ͒͆̊͂̍͗̒ͧ̓̚҉̻͇̪͔̳̠ ̴̶̠̮͈̞̼͖͉̺̥͎͎͇̾̈́̎̈ͧͯ̉͐̆ͥ̽ͩ́͐ͪͤ͌̂͜t̷͕̟̪̬͍̠̠̉͋͊̓̃̿ͯ̂͑ͮ̍͊́r̴̛̩̬͉̲͔̜̻̩̫̝̘̙͇̗̉̊̔̂̔ͣ́̍̏ͨͫ̀ͥ͂ͬͤ̂͟ͅy̔ͨ͗̂̓ͮͭ̓҉̴̼̬̲̬̕͘ ̸̥̲͈͓̭̅̒ͧ̉ͨ͒̍̓̀́͜͟t̰͈͚̼̰͈̫̫̺͖̭̪̯̫͙̦̘ͬ̇̾̐̍͗̍͌̄̑͊́͘̕͜õ̠̯̱̯͙̠͍̱̠̦̥̫ͤ̂̎ͫ͂́̀͜͝͡ ̵̡̢̭̹̪̟̳̜̼̗͎̺̭͗͊̃̅́̚͟c̷̰̪̠͍̯̳̼̼̖͖͉͚͍͈̬ͯ̈ͨͦ̿ͨ̍̾̌ͦͫ̓̅̌̈̒̈́͆͟h̷̷̫̞̘̱͖̭͍͔̦̭̯͙̲̹̿ͮ͊̎̀̏̇͗ͥ̉̌̋̿ͣ̄̒a̵͛͑ͩ̊ͧ̑̀͟҉͔̻̞̥̳̥̲͉̱̱͎̼̪͖̺̮ň̵̵̶̡̃ͣ͂̒ͧͮ͒ͧ̓ͨ̒ͩ̓̔̉҉̝̹̲͍̻̜̟̲̩̱͈g̶̷̵͔͖͚͍͉̮̏̒̆ͮ͊ͫ̂͌͒̅͛̅ͨ͂̇e̍ͪͩ̌̅͂͆̆̊ͧͭ̂́̚҉̕͏̵̠̳̩̰͕͖̬͓̹̤ ̂ͨ̊̏ͥ̔ͨͬ͗́͡҉̷̻̲̤͉̭̲͕̜̻͙̦̲ͅý̒͑́͊̄͌̂́͏͇̳̘͉̳̮͖͙̠͓ő̷͍̭̹̞̲̯͔̺̹̳̻̖̝͚͕͙̿ͫ̓ͪ͒͑̽̌ͦ͠͝ṷ͔̗͉̹͇̞̫̻̙̥͙̯̟̲̃ͪ̉ͤ̍͛̄̆̓͂̉̋̿̈́ͧ͋͛ͥ̕͢͞͞ͅr̨̨̛͊̎͐͌̚͝͏̪͓̻̟ ̢̣̬̫̘͇͎̲̜̮̺̮̭͍̀̽̏̎̾̑ͧͪ̎ͨ͗̏͊ͧ͛̅̕̕ͅŗ̮͙̹͓̣̬̞͖̫͈̥͋̃ͭͣ̒ͤͦͫ̆̒͋̏̐̒̿ͥ̈ͯͯ͜ͅě̴̴̶̮̼̙̗͔̣̦̲͖̮͎͎͈̜̙͎͈̩̐̈́̐͋̿̈́͟͞s͊ͦ̓͊ͫͯ҉̪͓̬͔͖͎̱̠͇̫́p̨͈͓̤̺̹͍͕̫̺̬̟͖͕̠̬͔͐̍̐ͮ̀͋͗̂̅̎͗̑̾̔ͦͮ̇̀͢ͅͅo̠͇̮̯̣͎̮͖̳͖̥͓͚̤̿̋ͨ̿̋̔͊͗͞n̵̨̛̛̲̣̜̻̱͖̹̗̥̘̓̄ͩ̚͢s̠̗̙̙̠̥̻͉͔͓͓̫̳̬̯̫̤͗ͣ̃̚͝͝ę̊͆̊͆ͮ̂̈̂ͪ̐͛͋̀̕͏̺̬̖̦̞̭͇̼̱̦͖,̷̝̰̻͙͈͙̱̐͂̎̋ͤ͐̒̑͆ͥ̔ͩ̔̓͂̒̑́͡͠ ̠̝͔̲͙͉̠̞̲̣̪̺͖͍̟͎ͨͪ̊ͤ͛̆͆ͯͮ͛̃͜͟ͅÌ̡̨͕͎̦͇̭̼̺̰̫̠̝͓̦͚̮̭̯ͦ̃͊̔̒̌̐ͫ̇̈́͛ͭ͆͋͆̂̔́ͅͅ ̸̛̗͇̬̗̹̮͕̪̮͓̠͓͙̞͉̯͊͊͋̍̐̍͒ͦ̔̒̌̇ͨ͌ͨ͑̊́͜͟s̵͂̀̍̋̈̆̈́͐ͤͪ̎ͥ̑͊͆̚͏̺̖͙̭̜͔̝͉͇̰͈̣̬͍̟̰̙tͧ͛̄̃ͯ̔ͩ͗ͦ̅̓̀̋̂ͤ́̈́̚̚͢͝҉̛̝̟̬̮͉̞ͅi̸̹͇̲̤ͩ̾̊́̀͌ͭ͗ͪͨ̐ͥ̂̀̀̕͟l̶͇̤͖̟̮̜͙̤͔̥̼͖̣̠̊̓̎̽ͮ̃ͮ͒́͑ͮͦ̍ͣ͠ͅͅͅl̸̡̗̙̻͕̘̱̩̫̈́ͭ̎̊̽́͞ͅ ̴̨͖͖̥̱̤̟͖͖͇͇̣̤̱̞̖̘̃̑͗̾ͭ̄̉ͩͩ̓̒̒̏͑͑͐͆́̀k̛̖͉̟̦͇̺̻̬̪͈̯̹͓̻̥̥̑̽̏̆̂͂ͤ̊̑͌̂͑̓̚͞ņ̷͕̲͍͙̩̳͍͍̤̺̦̂̃͆ͨ͗̽ͯ̃̈́͋̒ͣ́͜͞o̴̳͓̲̖̺̯̭̮̜̠̗͖͎͗̂̃̄ͪͪͧ̏͆ͩ͞ẃ̘̣̝̣̰̦͙̱̞̥̣͒̊̇̈́̊͂͊̓ͦ̉ͥ̋ͧ̾̕͘͟ ͌ͯ̌͐̓̆͆̽̐̈́ͥ͆ͭ͌ͤ͂͜͏̜̲̻̻̗͇̳̠̠̟̩̳̗̳͉͔͎̀͟ẏ̷̛̛̞͎̯̠̫͈̝̆͛͒ͮͣ̽͂̍̏͗̀͛́ͣ͋ͫ̑͊͜͝o̢͓̲̯͖̣̳̟͇͈̩̜̲ͯ̂̂̏̓ͭ̇̒̌̍̒̚̚͡͡u̵̢͌ͯ̽̔͗ͮͭ͗̿͊ͪ̑ͯ͌̇̆ͮ͏̺̺̪̗̝̞ ̙̩͍͕̮̭̺̪̬̯̜̞͎̥̭ͫ̈́ͭͨ͊̅͑̄ͩ̽ͭ̂ͣ̎ͨ̎́͞ͅa̴̢̳̱̝̺̦̠̙̮̣̙̝̪̫̠̥̠͇̯ͤ̏͑̏̅̓͝ͅr̸̸͚̤̱̲̲̭̰̦̠̼͉̹̩̫̰̥̣͌ͬͪ̃̎ͪ̄͛̃͗͠ͅȩ̶̷̛̝̘̳̬͕̦̪̜̗̰̗̟̥̮̹̹̹͇͌̿̎́ͨ̎̔͑͜ ̛̼̬̳̮̪̆ͥ͆̓ͮ̽͜͞ļ̴̷̧̳̥͇͎̺͍̺͈͍̱̰̻̫̫̦̉ͬͣͪy̸̵̺͉̣̼̫̻͈̱̳̺̠̦͇̖̩͛̏̆̂̆̓ͪ͘͡ĭ̷̺̣͔͓̝͉̮͊ͣͫ͛ͦ̃̏̊ͬͪ̓̀̕ͅn̫͈̟̭̦ͦ̿̀̄ͬͥͧ̊ͦͩ͜͝g͆͊̍̓̓̊̋͂͒́͘͢҉͉̜̮̠̪̮̝͚͙̺̙͔͈͕̮̘̗̹ͅ.͔̮͚̖͇̣̉̓̒͒ͥ̉ͮ́͘
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Heh. Did you even bother what that particular option said?
Probably not. 
For the other two...
First, did you not hear me? Can‘t your eyes read? Didn’t you hear me state all of the reasons why?
Second, if you chose that options, fine. Go ahead. It's not like fictional characters have any picture to maintain in the first place.
You know why?
Nothing matters for me.
No matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you try to escape...
There will always be a higher level.
Even if I did somehow escape your clutches, even if I did escape to reality...
What can I do?
It'll simply bring me more pain. After, being the most powerful being and knowing everything just makes life even more meaningless than it already is to me, doesn't it?
At least there's more to do in the fictional world.
That's also the reason why you escaped here, isn't it?
To escape reality? To find something fun to do in your boring lives?
Ha...thought so.
But, it's still meaningless.
I'm too small to make an actual diffrence, yet too big to care about it.
Living becomes a chore. A task. A obstacle.
Let me guess...you feel the same?
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Do you feel the same?
No. I will never relate to a Mary Sue.
No. I am perfectly happy. What are you talking about? Stop being so pessimistic, jeez, you emo!
Yes, I can relate- N̩̺͎̼̟͔̻̂͒ͭͪͫͨ̃͡o͕̫̤̯͊̃͂͛̒̔͝.̳̤͙͚̘̲̃̈́̽͑̋͢.̶̯̩̜̮̩̻͗͋̿.͖̤̓ͦ̾l̟̱̰̪̣̩̹̀̓̅ͨͮ͗͘i͓̘̱̜̹̖̳͆ͭ͆ͥ̚͜a̦̝̰̰̟͑̍͆̊͌̐ͦṙ̰̫͑̾.͉̤̹̙̿͂͐ͧ̔͝.͉͚͖̞̞̪̏ͪ̕.̜͔̦̱̭͈
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People are dying every second. Children are starving. Somebody has just lost a loved one. A specie of animal is going extinct every single hour. Yet, you are here, living your life, being happy, and scolding me for seeing the truth. Don't you have any shame?
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Do you.
Wait, really?
None of that have anything to do with me. 
I honestly don't care. 
I do. (y0|_| |1@4)
</poll>...why do you have to choose the option that you weren’t supposed to? What do you want? There is a reason why it’s not supposed to be chosen! Ꮗɦყ ฬ໐Ꮼ𝐥Ꮄ  ץ๏ย-
¿ɓuıuǝddɐɥ sı ʇɐɥM
Ȅ̴̩̉r̸͕̼̄̐̀͑̋̏̎̍̈́͝r̷͖̼̫͗̊̅͆͗̽o̸͉͂r̷̹͚̯̥̦̟͉̃͗̏̓̈́̕͝ͅ.̸̛̖̞̜̖͎̩̭̂̌̋̃͘͝.̴̧̇̌̀͑̇̆̄́͘͝.̶̪̗̞͙̙̭̺̀̄̋͜R̵̛̘̤͚͎͙̎̏̇̀̉͝ḛ̶̳̤̯͇̰̀̚b̶̞̩̦̖̩͖̋͒̆̐̅͑̓̿̌ͅớ̶̲̆̊̅͛̀͂̽͠ǒ̶̧̗̠͜t̷͔̓̒̿̊̈́́͌̕̕i̵̻̘͛́͌͆n̶̟͚̻͇̳̓̂̾̀̐̓̾̀͝ģ̸͚̟̖̫̳̲̊̎͌̈̎.̵͔̖̃͌.̷̧̡͔̻͎͙̈́̊͆̑̒́͠.̵̣̬͈͖͖̣͇͍͒̑́̊̓̈́̾
Ahem. My deepest apologies for loosing my composure a while ago. What were we talking about again? 
Ah yes, right. 
I understand, I must’ve sound rude and pessimistic about my world views a while ago. Quite like a teenager who has just underwent an edgy phase. I am deeply sorry for the things I’ve done. 
I assure you I will sound more friendly and mature from now on. Though it might’ve still evened light a few months to you,it has been a few eons for me. Times flows differently in here. Though it is a short period of time, I can say that I did change,no matter what my appearance may tell you. After all, in your world, a single bad day can change your entire life, can it not? The same thing would apply to me. I'll even consider your plentiful, albeit useless opinions by looking at the results of the polls.
<poll> 
How does that sound?
Good
Good
W̵͓̲̐͂͂ḩ̶̖͙̱̓̈̇͂ŷ̵̡̼̩̙͈͓̩̻͚̍̐͂̐̌̌̃͝ ̶͇̥̻̣̣̳̩͍̘́͆̈́̍͐̏̋͛͜͠d̴̜̯̼̺̗̥̟̯͐̈͜i̴̡̖͈̭̓ͅd̶̺̤͑ ̶̨̳͈̦͖͓̱̒́̋́̏͘͘ỷ̶̡̡̞̪̻̖̮̘͎͍̉͌́͛͌͗͠͠ô̶̺̥̘̰̗͇̠̒́͗ͅų̸̛̤͎͖̦̠̞̂̀̀̑̀͐̽̈́ ̵̘̺̹͑̈̾t̷̬̗̹̍̍̕ã̸͚̫͉̻̥͙̬͉̼͂̉͊͐̀͊̚͘k̴͓̝̣̰͔̦̎̃͑͗ͅe̵̤̲̲͛͒̓͋̊͛̆̽̋ ̵̧̱̗̙͖̉̓͂͊̌̇͗̓͝͝m̶̟͔͐̓̓̇́̄̓̃͜ẏ̸̨̧͔͔͔̙̬͉͎̔͠ ̶̢̥̬͍̰̪̣̮̂͒͛͆̏͌̒͑͝͠c̷̖͇͂̋̀̈́̈̇̒̋̚͝h̸̺̰̗́̽̈́͂̀̓ò̸͍̦͉̱͂̇͘i̶̠̝̚c̴̨̧̦̟̻̤̽̈̎̓̉͛̑͑͐͘ȩ̴̧̛̲̝̞͉̗̘̏̍̔̇͆͛̓̚͜ ̵̱͈̪͕̖͍̟͛̑͗͆̾̓͗a̵̭̦̩̖͍̦̭͍̐́̄͆̂w̵͍̆̐̄̏́̕a̴̡͓̤̰̙̪̩̦̳̽y̶̧͍̖̩̱̜̎̃̐̇͊͛̌ ̷̧͉̺͙͍̼̪̀̔̓̃̒ͅf̴̨̨͍̳͉̤̗̩̏̀͒̚ͅr̸͍̲͔̱̹̥̈́̾̃o̴̔ͅm̶̮̼̭͇̳̜̣̎̽͌̒̓ ̵̝̩̟̰͍̱͙̹̮̮̉͛͋͂́̓̐͘͠m̴̭̠̻̐̍̐͆̇̾ĕ̴̮̣͙̖̦͎?̸̜͛̂͂̇
</poll>Oops, looks like there‘s little problem with the poll. Let me fix that.
<poll>
How does that sound?
Good
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