No.
You are the only one. Nobody else in the entire history of the universe has ever played Super Hexagon. It is an experience known to you, and you alone. Nobody likes it. Nobody cares. As you walk down this path of solitude, a thought crosses your mind - does Super Hexagon even exist? Do I even exist? The thought seeps into your mind, firmly rooting itself in the base of your psyche. You try to ignore it at first, but it makes itself heard in the whispers of doubt that plague every moment of your life. You try to fight it, but it resists, taking hold of your every waking thought. No, it must be real, but how can it be? I know I have experienced it, but, how can I know that even those memories are not some elaborate falsification, perpetrated by my own deceitful mind or perhaps... perhaps even by some malevolent outside force?
These questions grip you and drive you deeper into isolation and madness by the day. You lock yourself away, studying Super Hexagon (or is it??) for the keys as to why only you are aware of its existence. The techno beat becomes the the only thing you know. After weeks of solitude and maddened scrawling on the walls, you are unable to find the answer, and take your own life out of desperation.
All because you made a shitty thread with a stupid title
good job.