I live in the middle of nowhere, in an incomprehensible location at the deepest level. There's only one level. I believe in improving my danmaku skills with balanced practice periods and a rigorous grinding routine. When I wake up in the morning, if I'm not experiencing an episode, I'll boot up my machine and start attempting to complete ISC itemless. I can do a thousand attempts now. After I start to feel carpal tunnel, I open my least favorite website, 4chan, where I spend most of my time on homeboard /jp/. I check the catalog to see if my threads about my wives are still up. If I'm in a hurry, I will dump some booru images of my favorite 2hus, but if time permits, I will denigrate select people and call them secondaries for not completing all the games on Lunatic, even though I have never done so myself. Once I'm done, I will roleplay as a touhou character with my fellow anons and engage in mindless shitposting. I require a medically necessary sexual release at least four times a day: Reimu's armpits, Marisa's feet, Sanae's breasts. I've rewired my brain to make use of it all... There is an idea of a 2hufag, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my degenerate NEET lifestyle and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you, I simply am not there.