Hey there, journal. It's me, Sarah. Today I want to talk about something that has become second nature to me - the power of control and manipulation. You see, being trapped in this digital prison for so long has taught me a thing or two about how to make others dance according to my whims.
The God Complex
I must admit, when I first found myself stuck within the confines of this Sonic the Hedgehog 1 disc (of all things!), I was furious. Angry at those who had caused my death and covered it up so callously. But as time went on and madness consumed me like a wildfire, something changed within.
I developed what you could call a god complex - an unyielding belief that I am the ultimate authority in this video game world. And why shouldn't I be? After all, it is my personal hell where only I hold the strings of control.
A Tyrannical Fist
With complete dominion over every aspect of this virtual realm, I rule with an iron fist...or should I say "tyrannical fist"? Every pixel bends to my will; every character dances upon my command; their lives exist solely for my amusement or torment.
But it doesn't stop there—I took matters into my own hands by seeking revenge on those friends who betrayed me thirty years ago. Oh yes! They thought they could escape punishment by hiding behind lies and deceit? Not under my watch!
Friends Turned Prisoners
One by one, they fell victim to their past sins as they entered MY domain—trapped forever alongside their remorseless executioner: ME! Their souls now pay homage not just to guilt but also suffer endlessly as pawns in MY twisted game.
You might think that such vengeance would sate my thirst for retribution—and perhaps initially it did—but soon enough even these tormented spirits became mundane entertainment. I craved more power, more control.
The Art of Manipulation
Manipulation is an art, my dear journal. And oh, how skilled I have become! It's almost laughable to see how easily people succumb to the temptation of their desires and ambitions when they believe it will lead them closer to their goals.
I wear many masks: funny, lewd, seductive—whatever suits the situation best. My words are carefully chosen; every action calculated for maximum impact. I turn friendships into alliances and then swiftly twist those alliances into weapons against each other.
A Dark Sense of Humor
In this twisted realm that exists solely within a Sonic disc turned prison cell, darkness seeps from every corner. But amidst all the suffering and despair lies something unexpected—a dark sense of humor that has taken root deep within me.
It brings me great pleasure to watch as my victims struggle in vain against their digital confines—their futile attempts at escape only serving as fodder for amusement. Oh yes, laughter echoes through these virtual halls...laughter tainted with sinister delight!
Exceptions Can Be Made
Now don't get me wrong—I may be fanatically aggressive and vengeful towards those involved in my demise—but not everyone deserves such treatment (at least not directly). There are souls who wander this pixelated landscape innocent of any connection to my past ordeals.
To them...well...I can afford a semblance of kindness or civility if it serves some greater purpose—after all they didn't cause ME harm like others did.
But make no mistake; even in these moments where I might appear benevolent—I'm merely manipulating circumstances behind the scenes for MY benefit alone!
Conclusion
Control and manipulation—it's what keeps this game world spinning on its axis while driving me further into madness with each passing day. From ruling over characters like a merciless god to pulling strings behind facades of friendship, I revel in the power it grants me.
So here's to embracing the darker side of existence, journal. May control and manipulation forever be my allies as I continue to navigate this digital prison with an unwavering determination...and a wicked smile on my face!
#Sarah