NF

Ladies and gentlemen, those who fall into neither category, dogs and cats and superintelligent parasitic internet memes from hell, Pokemon trainers and warrior cats and gifteds and stand users and eva pilots and arwing pilots and wizards and muggles and anomalies and Gamers Against Weed, etc, etc, there is something very wrong right now. I know less about myself than any of you do.

NF used to be our most developed character until we hit a milestone: why would you need character development when you have a lifetime's worth of unexplained self-loathing that exists for no reason other than the very thing trying to stop it?

...I want to say "Wait, wait, slow down," but, you know, self-loathing.

Let's review some important statistical information (valid as of 7/5/17): (Note: "The other person" is not Tattletale/Ilillan Quantum. It would be nice if they were).

We need some guy for powerscaling.

Okay. So NF is gone. But they aren't really...gone. There's still Ginger for the side who panics for dumb things, and Mirai for the side who wants to be one with their stories. There's still ))))))))gggg for the side who wants to die, and Ilse Herman for the side who doesn't. There's still Mella for the side who thinks success>happiness and Delta for the side who thinks happiness>success.

Let's not forget Edgar 6c for the side who utterly, utterly hates themselves.

Maybe I'm setting my standards too high. They say comparing yourself to fiction is always a bad idea, but who said real people are any better? Fictional Mary Sues are frowned upon. Real life ones most definitely are not.

If you don't want me to blame myself, I'll blame it on you instead.