Okay, this game just got really messed up.
I walked out of the house wearing a dog collar and a T-shirt with my canine street name on it--because, you know, that's the fad, apparently. My mother forbade me from leaving the house dressed like an asshole, but I ignored her, so she forced me to eat all my meals out of a special dog dish on the floor for the next week.
What kind of fucked up parents would inflict that on their child?
My alter ego is going to need therapy.
