Thanks for the suggestion. :)
By the way, I actually went back and read my adventure games that have seemed to be picking up approximately over seven years worth of Internet dust.
And after playing through them....uggh....excuse me for a moment, everyone. This won't take long.
(pulls out his iPhone and touches an icon)
ME: "There's an app for that, bitch."
(teleports in a flash of light)
(November 26th, 2006)
(I am 15, and am in my family's old house, having just finished making the alternate ending to May the 28th)
ME06: "Ah, another day, another masterpiece! Can't wait until everyone reads my work!"
(I teleport in, and the 06 version of me turns his office chair and jumps in surprise)
ME06: "Who the hell are-"
(I punch 06 in the stomach and then push his office chair backward so he rolls out)
ME: "YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE, YOU AUTISTIC FUCKRAT!!"
(06 Me is on the floor struggling to breathe or even sob in pain and I kick him in the balls and repeatedly stomp his face in)
ME: "You think your Christopher Reeve jokes are funny now, asshole??"
(I grab him by the neck and throw him through the glass window. Then, I jump through it and kick him in the balls again)
ME06: "OWWWWWW!!"
ME: "Wow! That's the hardest I've ever beaten anyone since I made that unfunny Family Guy cutaway joke....SEVENTEEN FUCKING TIMES TOO MANY!!"
(I kick him repeatedly in his left eye socket, then I pull out a gun and gently hand it to him)
ME: "Now kill yourself, you fucking....walking....MISTAKE OF GOD!! And by the way.....in case you haven't realized yet..."
(I walk up to me, laying on the ground, not able to get up)
ME: "YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY!!"
(I curb stomp him one last time before teleporting back to 2013.)
ME: "Okay. I feel much better now. Anyway, about the new games I might make --"
(I take a look at my hands, only to see them fading away and realize....I actually did it.)
ME: "Well....fuck."
(I bellow "NOOO..." until my particles completely evaporate from existence.)