kiryu kazuma’s ugly fucking 80s shirt

i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

thinking about parallax and metanarrative... I just think it's so interesting to have a villain whose dialogue is consistently about how he wants to return to the beautiful imagined past and restore the status quo. in superhero comics the status quo medium! and then to have a group of extremely vocal fans hate new changes so bad they bought a magazine ad and ran message board harassment campaigns for years... guys he's you! you're yelling at your reflection!