Self-proclaimed writer and singer.
Others-proclaimed cynical bitch.
22 years old, more jaded than I should be.
Feminist, intellectualist, agnostic.
SuperWhoLockian, Loki fangirl.
A little pretentious.
A little hypocritical.
A little condescending.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with the game, “figments” are these little translucent, brightly-colored images floating around every level. Sounds easy enough to find, right? The fact that I’m only missing one would only be mildly irritating, if it weren’t for one thing.
I’m on Milla’s Dance Party.
Milla’s Dance Party looks like this:
Like finding a needle in an acid-fueled technicolor haystack.