It has only been recently that I have realized that the Curse of Sonic R can be so much more subtle than the appearance of a murderous Tails Doll. I only realize this long after the curse has taken hold, and so my only hope is... Well, allow me to explain myself. You may call me by the name Dogurasu. I am an aspiring writer with an imagination that is praised by my online friends and those people that truly know me. It is that imagination that may well have protected me thus far from utter destruction, though as I have stated, this curse is very subtle, and its caster diabolically cunning. I hold no illusions: the game, no matter its form, is horribly cursed, and I have fallen to that curse, though it is taking over my mind with a torturously slow speed. That is likely the will of Tails Doll -- he wants me to know that I cannot control my descent into madness, that I cannot stop myself from obediently working on the task he has demanded of me. I now serve my master, the Tails Doll, though my will is not my own! No, I can't panic now -- if I panic, I can't warn anybody. I have to focus; I can't let him take my mind from me now! It started months ago, long before I knew about the curse. My own ignroance damned me to this servile existence... but, I digress, and I have little time left. My computer no longer held access to the Internet, and without it, I had to find other forms of entertainment. I had been longing to get the Sonic Gems Collection for Tails' Adventure and Tails' Skypatrol, but without anything else to do, I played all the other games on the compilation. Sonic CD. Sonic the Fighters. Tails' Adventure. Tails' Skypatrol. Vectorman II. Sonic the Hedgehog 2, Game Gear edition. Sonic Triple Trouble. Sonic R. I had to complete the game, of course; I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't. I cannot forgive myself now for doing so. Nothing happened after playing the game. I thought nothing of it, though it struck me as to how creepy Tails Doll looked. Every time I viewed it from behind, it appeared to have a zipper, as well. I wondered what that zipper was for -- it added to his overall creepiness, his mystique... Every feature of the gods-forsaken Tails Doll added to his dread beauty. It is only now that I realize that the moment I saw it, the curse had taken hold. Yes, he was beautiful; yes, his every feature added to the -- To the lust. The lust I soon felt burning within me, the lust to create, to adapt him to my imagination -- to improve upon the hauntingly cute, treacherously frightening Tails Doll! I can feel his many voices pounding in my head... all those voices, a collective of dread commands and the agonized moans and whimpers of all the tortured souls he's consumed, contained in his soft, cuddly form! And my mind, my imagination, my being would twist him, empower him further... It began slowly. I wondered what was behind the zippers, and slowly my imagination would turn his stuffing into black, amorphous tentacles that would emerge when he was unzipped. But it wouldn't stop there; I knew that with more zippers, he could summon more of these dreaded tendrils of utter blackness. In my mind, I saw zippers along each tail, each arm, each leg; a zipper appeared across his chest, and another between his legs. Then my mind turned to the jewel above his forehead. It needed something. Something that would make him scarier still: psychic ability. At first, it was merely an eye; the slitted pupil would flash across it at random, nothing special. Next, looking into that eye would pierce into the soul -- it would read every secret held, every fear hidden away... every sensation desired. It would progress to minor telekinetic powers, able to paralyze a person in such a way as to hold him together, feeling every ounce of pain before his body would be released to collapse, torn to bits on the floor. Please forgive my actions, I beg you! I have tried everything to purge myself of this entity -- holy water, screaming Shadow's and Sonic's names, blood sacrifices to Miyamoto and Yuji Naka, wailing any song that would come to my head! Mirrors, garlic, crosses, walking on coals, watching Barney in a last-ditch effort to scare and scour the Tails Doll from my memory, my imagination, my damned soul!! All in vain, the voices of Tails Doll have said. All in vain, in that petrifying multiple monotone. All in vain, my efforts for ending his madness. It has gained too much of a hold on me. Even now as I try to sing songs from the Sonic games, the only words that flow from my sundered vocal chords and sob-wracked body are the lyrics and tune of Master Tails Doll's dreaded theme. And yes, I do feel the sunshine -- I'm blinded by it, metaphorically, though I can see the malevolence of my illuminated, inscrutable master... Only now do I see the warning signs. My friends, who also never heard of the curse, were telling me that I was becoming obsessed with the character that I had named -- renamed -- Creepy. I brushed it off, not realizing just how right they truly were. Creepy is what I call the Tails Doll I have reinvented, and the name is forced out of me even as I sleep. As I dream. As I dream the nightmares that my master has forced others to live. In one of these nightmares, a boy in his late teens is playing Sonic R, heedless of the curse -- perhaps ignorant of it, as I was. As he completes the game, one-hundred percent, I watch -- helpless! -- as Master Creepy emerges from the television screen. The boy is defenseless and alone in the sunlit house as his horrible theme plays in the background, and I watch in utter revulsion as the fiend unzips his body... It's too much for me to explain anymore, but I am allowed -- forced -- to watch as his parents return. The boy is still alive, but his clothes have been ripped away and he is curled into the fetal position, sobbing "Can you feel the sunshine?" constantly, quietly. I know no one will believe him when he tells his story, and he will be condemned to an insane asylum... where Creepy can torture or kill him as he pleases, and it will be thought of as just another hallucination or suicide. I continue to fight this losing battle against my master, but every time something seems to work and I feel that I am free, he returns and grants me the vision of another horrific act. All I can think of is that I have caused so much pain, but even now the curse grows stronger. The wounds in my wrist, formed from a thrusting dagger, have healed. All that remains are scars that have slowly, faintly formed themselves into the words "Tails Slave." My own title. My time has ended now... it has been three days since I last slept, but I can't fight Morpheus any longer. Master Creepy will come to me again tonight, along with solidified images from my imagination. It's no less than I deserve; part of me even revels in the torture -- penance for my ignorance, punishment for the havoc I have wrought... but, perhaps, even that is nothing more than an excuse. Deep inside the darkest recesses of my soul, I know. Deep inside the dark voids of the fiendish Tails Doll's eyes, he knows. Even as I cry to the heavens that I am innocent, that I have no control, that I am so very sorry for everything I've done, that I despise what is being done to me... we both know. As much as I hate myself for it, I have enjoyed serving my master's every whim... ...and yes... I do feel the sunshine...