[twelve]

Your first instinct is to see if it’ll let you be an O-class. As soon as you hit “O” on the dropdown menu, a horrible sitcom laughtrack bursts from your speakers loud enough to make you jump as an error message fills your screen.



Fucking P-classes.



You go with an F-class instead and give them a flannel shirt, because everyone knows flannel is inherently gay - after all, the internet told you so. After some deliberation you go with rainbow hair as well, just to erase any vestiges of doubt about how gay your O-12 is.

For no reason in particular you give them an owl-shaped mask and light brown skin like most notails you know.

The location of your O-12’s home gives you the most trouble, but you end up going with the forest treehouse, because you’ve already got a “rugged gay lumberjack” sort of look going and damned if you won’t do everything in your power to complete it.



You realise there are muscle sliders and set them all to max. Ohhh, they’re ripped. You fan yourself a little. Maybe the clockworks that will inevitably rip your O-12 to shreds will pause to go “damn, that’s one ripped motherfucker” before integrating them into their horrible, horrible bodies.



Your sona is now ready to gay. You mean ready to go. (No you don’t.)



In any case, you click submit and wait for the game to begin.

























You make a note to complain about your sona consuming only slightly illegal tabloids. Stupid P-classes. Your sona would do everything illegal.