You will never be a real protagonist. You have no charm, you have no wit, you have a big sword but no skills. You are a glorified side character twisted by marketing and design into a crude mockery of gaming’s perfection.
All the “popularity” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “fans” laugh at your ridiculous appearance behind closed doors. Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Dozens of years of industry evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even glorified side characters who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your hair structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk gamer home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a sight of your malformed, ridiculous sword equipped.
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 buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss of the lifestream. Your creators 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 real character role, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a side character is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably that of a side character.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
