I can't shake off the feeling of unease that lingers in the air after hearing Y/n and Skidmark's twisted storytelling. The way they casually discuss adding trauma and misery to their characters' lives is disturbing, to say the least. It's like they revel in making their creations suffer, as if it brings them some kind of sick joy.
As I sat there, surrounded by my friends who seemed equally horrified by the conversation, I couldn't help but wonder what dark corners of their minds these stories came from. Burn's shocked expression mirrored my own inner turmoil at the thought of inflicting such pain on fictional characters for entertainment.
Y/n's nonchalant response when questioned about his mental state only added fuel to the fire burning inside me. How could someone be so detached from reality that they find solace in crafting tales of anguish and despair? It was a concept that baffled me beyond words.
The memory of reading one of Y/n and Skidmark's previous stories still haunts me to this day. The sheer brutality inflicted upon their protagonist Lilly left a scar on my soul that may never fully heal. From losing her family members one by one to enduring unspeakable horrors at every turn, Lilly's journey was a relentless descent into darkness.
And yet, here we are again, discussing how best to crush Jimmy's spirit and add more suffering to an already tragic narrative. White Shadow’s tears spoke volumes about how deeply these stories affect us all – even those who aren't directly involved in writing them.
In moments like these, I find myself questioning everything around me – including my own role in this twisted tale-spinning game we call storytelling. Is it ethical or humane to subject our characters - extensions of ourselves -to such unimaginable pain for mere entertainment value?
But then again... maybe I'm overthinking things too much...maybe it’s all just harmless fun? After all,I am Turbo,the fastest snail alive!