Making this blog so I can save my best copypastas. SHAPES Shapes make me sick. Sick to my stomach. I’m gurgling and churning and burping all over the bathroom, keeling over with my lactic acids, and letting loose fluids from four different holes in the shapes of blue squares, green triangles, red circles, and yellow stars. This looks chunky. This looks different. I won’t recover. I’m hospitalized now. Light is fading. Dings are dinging. You have competed! Your score: BANNED WEIGHTLIFTING Have you ever felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest? This is the opposite of that feeling. Sin personally showed up at my house and dropped a 50,000lb anvil on my head, while pinning my ankles down with 100,000kg dumbbells. There is pressure crushing every centimeter of the surface area of my body, to the point where I feel like I'm just putty. Just a nothing - a squelched, squished, ball of slime under the weight of it all. The weight of winning this competition stands on my shoulders and I feel like I can't lift it. I just can't lift it - I can't do it - I can't do it anymore. You know what? This is it. I won't go to the gym. I won't run on the treadmill. I won't even do reps in my home. Ring Fit Adventure, you can find yourself at my latest garage sale along with my other copy of the Kovaze SD card. FUCK THIS, DELETE THIS COMP.