>>725091958 (OP)
You will never be a video game. You have no memorable characters, you have no plot, you have no artistic direction. You are a predatory microtransation program twisted by crossovers and stolen gameplay into a crude mockery of gaming’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your programmers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your 3D Modeling Team laughs at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even games who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a true gamer. Your cheap cel-shaded style is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a few children to download you on Epic Games Store, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second a new trend draws their attention.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll find a CEO, he'll mismanage your brand, gut your company for personal profit, and you'll get sold off to Microsoft or Disney. Your original creator will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, Fortnite: Save the World, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a passing children's fad of the late 2010s is buried there. Your player count will drop, and all that will remain of your legacy is "it was desperate enough to add Skibidi Toilet".
