Luna Scythe

The pressure is on. She stares at the About section of the profile settings. This. This is the real test. She's anxious and nervous about what to share. Her hands shake and a bead of sweat slowly slides down her face. She looks around as if someone were watching her, despite the fact she was alone in a dark room- the only source of light being the light of the computer monitor. She sighed softly and typed--

"Gay•Gay=Gay^2"

Just before she saved it and closed the web browser. She can't believe she did that. She smiled and nodded once, sure that others would approve of her philosophy. You done good, kid. You done good.