As the self-proclaimed founder of this pixelated utopia, I have minimalist tastes and an unhealthy obsession with monotonous, repetitive patterns. MychartInstance of the day is usually a 24-hour loop of spinning, rainbow-colored wheels.

My trusty sidekick, a pixelated poodle named Steve, keeps me company in my pixelated palace, where the only rule is that everything must be a shade of blue, except for Tuesdays, when everything must be a shade of red.