(tw: death, derealization, bunnies lol, skibidi toilet reference) For years, I had been telling everyone that bunnies would take over the world. They made fun of me, but look who’s laughing now… And while they braced themselves under anything to hide and tried to run from the minuscule animals, the fear still seemed trivial to me. Because in all honesty, I didn't need to make bunnies take over. It could have been caterpillars, toilets, aliens, really anything. It could have been to mock them, to laugh at them, to finally get back at them for years of hell I had endured. But the cold reality was that I was running out of ideas. Some days I'd come back to the question. I'd find myself asking "why?". And to some degree, I didn't have an answer. This was a replica of the world, and here I could do anything I wanted. I could destroy everythig and become anyone I pleased. I could torture those who neglected me. I could do it over and over and over again. I could reset the world as much as I wanted to. But as much as I did, this Earth wasn't the real one. And though I was the creator, I didn't have all the power I should have. They still didn't listen to me, and I knew in the end I could only scratch a model of their real selves. And honestly, it would be much more empowering to be treated as a god before them, but as much as I tried, engineered and re-engineered, I couldn't do it. They were all blocks of code, I was alive. I should have had the control I wanted. The control I needed. But I still had power. And it was this power, a power over only lookalikes of their true beings, that made me return. And I was returning more often. Slowly, I was spending more time in this world than the real one. This had become my new reality. But after each crash, each shot, each death; I couldn't help but return to the same pang of regret. It wasn't exactly sorrow, more of a question. If the barriers between true reality and this crooked place had faded for me, had it for them as well? Were the people here truly inanimate, or could they breathe, think, and laugh at me? My creation, my code, my ideas, I had created not only a model of the world, but another universe. Another universe I wished I had never started in the first place. I had locked myself into the role of a god, and I could no longer escape. - mmkay so if that made zero sense, this person made a like coded world that was a replica of the real world so that they could have power over people/hurt those who wronged him. but he realized that the people in this world could actually be alive and stuff and so he's kinda stuck being a god yaaaay makes so much sense.
