I still remember what it felt like, bound to a page, subject to the whims of some Prempeh College student. Made to play the fool for his amusement.
Oh, just thinking about it makes my blood boil. I swore I would exact my revenge when I freed myself. Unfortunately I am still just a sentient, two dimensional ball who happens to have numbers as a haircut.

While I wait for my plot guaranteed power up, I'm going to write. Because ummm.... yeah, I got nothing.