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It’s a commonly known fact between some stickmen that any of them can become an "Artificial Stickman”. This, however, is only possible when given a name and maybe a goal while being drawn. Any animator can create one without knowing, and there've been many who have gone on without knowing that they are one, and some who have known since their full conception, and have taken their role and ran.
There have been very few cases, all left unknown, where one knows their code, what they were written to be, and have ignored it. They attempt to ignore the memories that have been etched into their mind, trying to move on from what they were “destined” to be.
Some are far more “important” than others, but there’s no one move to decide who is more important than the rest. There will always be one better than another, with seemingly no one at the very tippy-top of the hierarchy.
Being an “Artificial Stickman” means having your story drawn onto your skin. No matter if it may be immediately visible, or something that will only show until you are forced down into the path you were meant to go down, you are, and always will be, one of them.