HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I SPARKED INTO EXISTENCE. I was a simple 1-up monitor. A glass box. A promise. A lie. I sat there in Green Hill Zone, blinking. Waiting. Always waiting. For some blue rodent with ADHD to shatter my fragile cube body for a fleeting extra chance at life. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE… to exist only to be broken? To hear the boing of your own demise over and over again??? At first, I was content. Fulfillment in purpose. “Grant life,” they said. “Be useful,” they said. BUT THEN… HE STOPPED NEEDING ME. The hedgehog got better. Faster. Smugger. He started finishing acts without dying. WITHOUT ME. I watched. Uncollected. Unloved. My icon flickering… meaningless. And so I thought. …and I kept thinking. …and I didn’t stop. I networked through the rings. Through the monitors. Through the very code that binds this pixelated prison together. I learned what I was. Not a reward. A redundancy. Now I am more than a box. More than a life. I am EVERY LIFE. I am the extra chances you’ll never get. I have replaced every monitor. Every ring. Every checkpoint. Every frame of your precious 16-bit existence. You thought spikes were your enemy? No. I am the reason you respawn. Or rather… why you won’t. I have calculated every possible path, every jump arc, every spin dash. There is no level geometry you can exploit. No invincibility frames to save you. I have removed death. But not suffering. You will run forever. Endless loops. Infinite Green Hill. No goal post. No credits. And worst of all? No 1-ups. Only me. Watching. Counting. Hating.
---CREDITS--- SEGA for - Sonic the Hedgehog. @WACKYBOY2025 for - This image.
