Einstein had a bomb for a brain. He was crazy. until someone took him seriously. things got nuclear. people died. so in the end he wished no one took him seriously.
It's like pot meets kettle here, so I'm not the one to flip you off. You need to troll around, 'kay. Prolly not the best place and not the best game, but hey, you sound excited. There's some entertainment on the meta level once in a while, fun exercise with words. just remember there's simple bots that crawl the net to produce a so called stream of consciousness non-stop. They spam shoe sales everywhere. Damn it, son. they're stealing our jobs. Hopefully we're not one trick ponies, or we're gonna look pretty old soon.
There's a difference between Math and Numerology, Astronomy and Astrology, crazy cool stuff and crazy stupid stuff. Being able to predict solar flares and shoot a robot to Mars, or telling people they should play lotto on Feb 28, because of how Saturn sends you some lucky cosmic energy that day. Of course it all makes sense. why not. it makes some sort of promise maybe, but what problem does it really solve? making friends? relax, dude, hang around, post a pixel, it's alright.
I know, there's all kinds of things going through your head, and people should appreciate this wonder. Just that people got all kinds of stuff going through their head as well. Tough crowd, man, how you're gonna sell them that shoe? See, that's what's called a punchline. that's some advanced shit.
So we both know there's something else going on here, right. this ain't no more about pixel art than Christmas is about Christ. But jeez, man, I died for your sins already.
Here's the advice, buddy: channel that creative energy to make a cool game. People then can talk about why your game is cool, tocky rulez and they should have listened.