-A man in a waistcoat with a pointy, thinly bearded chin, and a rough patch of ear long hair, partly falling over his rectangular glasses stands behind a counter polishing a glass-
(Door hinges screech)
(A body lands on a chair)
-The bartender turns around, and only gives a nod of greeting-
-He puts away his rug, and pours the newcomer a glass of leather brown liquid-
-A gloved hand grips the glass, its grip suggesting more strength than necessary-
Bartender:Now, tell me about...
(the bartender smirks)
your Mary Sues.
>>8312749
I don't have Mary Sue issues because I'm not fucking retarded
>>8312774
Somebody began writing way too late :-)
My self esteem was too low to ever have a Mary Sue, all my characters since I started writing have been deeply flawed and generally self-deprecating in some way. Now, self inserts? I got tons of those.
>>8312796
Reverse Mary Sue is still Mary Sue. It's the flatness that defines them. Nothing else.