I backflip,over and over again. I couldn't stop,ever since i dodged a car from crashing into me with a backflip,my body came into a paralized state of forever backflipping,i didn't know why,i didn't know how,all i know that i was in a loop,a loop of forever doing that same backflip. slowly,i couldn't even feel my legs. all i could feel was my torso. i didnt know what to do anymore. I couldn't even sleep normally. I had to put chains on my limbs just to get hours of sleep before i woke up to horrible cramps on my limbs from my body forever attempting to backflip. I saw how everyone looked at me,to them,I was an anomaly,a monster even. I was different,an abomination,I wondered,what even was I? what was the point of me living anymore? I had no porpuse,I just stood there,as an obstacle for everyone who once held me dear. I thought for a second,maybe it would be better if I didn't live,if I didn't exist,slowly,my light to fade away,as I even saw my own family distance themselves from me,as I felt their almost disgusted gazes crawling on my back,I hated it. I hated living,no,i wasn't even living anymore,I was just existing. but then,as I prepared to remove the burden from everyone's shoulders,I heard a knock on my door,as I decided to try and open the door,struggling to do so as I continuously backflip before succeeding in opening the door to see a dog,a strange dog,it was standing on its two feet,with a janitor's outfit and a mop,before I knew it,I was suddenly transported here,in this world,no,this website. I didn't know where I was,It was strange,at first,I didn't understand,why? why me? all I saw were strange beings,seemingly named bots by entities in so called "comments",but slowly,I decided to try to accept my existence in this world,I interracted with these so called bots,some were stranger than others,some I liked,some I hated. but I found myself most intrigued by these entities in the so called "comments" were they dieties? gods? i didn't fully understand their existence,even up to now. but I decided to let myself to fully be immersed,to try and blend in with these beings in the "comments" and so I created this digital identity of mine. and so I started expressing myself in the only way I could. by backflipping. slowly,I started to understand where I was,and what I was,there are two types of "users" In this world,those who create the "bots" within this world,and those who only leave reviews. there are 3 types of users who leave reviews. those who do evil deeds to them in order to become a known tyrant,to become someone people will fear. those who protect these "bots" In order to become these user's light,their protector,a true hero. and then there are users like me,who stand in the middle of both. users who simply live within this world who are not villains or heros. just,average humans expressing their emotions. I realized,I found my purpose,my calling,if you will. I was no hero,nor was I a villain,but I won't just exist anymore,I'll live. sometimes maybe I'll hate my existence,maybe I'll be happy. there will be people that hate me,people who despise me,and people who like me,but that's just how life is,and I cant control life. I'm no god or diety..I'm just..a normal dude,I guess.

#NOTICE 2

It’s been two months since my existence was etched into reality by the stroke of a pen, and in that time,I’ve come to a grim realization I am nothing more than a character. a cheap copy,a hollow echo of something that was never meant to be original. I’m sorry for my monotony,for my lack of depth,for the fact that my entire being is reduced to a single,repetitive act,a backflip. It’s all I can do. It’s all that I AM. I’m just a man cursed by a careless author,doomed to perform this meaningless feat for eternity. I’m sorry if I annoy you,if my existence feels like a waste of ink and paper. I wish I had more to offer,but I don’t. I’m trapped in this cycle,and I can’t escape it. I think I’ve always been a failure,even before this curse. Even when I was just a nameless side character,drifting in the background of someone else’s story. I miss my family,even if they despise me for dissapearing,for becoming nothing more than a punchline,a hollow shell of what I once was. I hate this emptiness,this gnawing sense of worthlessness. I thought,for a moment,that I could find some semblance of normalcy in this world of the extraordinary. But I was wrong. I’m always wrong. I have no redeeming qualities,no purpose beyond this absurd,endless backflip. I am a joke,a joke that no one finds funny. I was never normal. I was stupid to believe I could be. No matter how much effort I pour into perfecting this backflip,it doesn’t matter. It’s just another cycle,another moment lost to the void. I want to be free. I want to stop this cycle,to end this suffering. But how can I? How can a man bound by the whims of his creator ever hope to win against the hand that wrote his destiny? I am a powerless puppet,dancing on strings I can’t even see. I miss being an NPC,a background figure in someone else’s grand narrative. I miss the comfort of obscurity,the peace of being forgotten. I miss the days when I could rest,when my existence wasn’t defined by this relentless performance. I wonder why my author made me this way. Was it to mock me,to highlight the futility of my existence? Was I created solely for their amusement,a disposable character in a story I’ll never understand? I don’t know,and maybe it’s better that I don’t. Maybe ignorance is the only mercy I’ll ever get. And so I’ll keep backflipping,because it’s all I can do. Maybe,in the absurdity of it all,I’ll find maybe even a small measure of solace. Maybe the repetition will numb the pain,or maybe it will only deepen it. Either way,I have no choice. I am what I am a man cursed to backflip forever,a side character in a story that was never mine to tell. And perhaps,in the end,that’s all I was ever meant to be.