/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>8565780
It's cool, my ZUN folder has like, 84 pics in it.

>>7901014

>>7736142

I'm fucking tired of people saying that all American beer is shit. It isn't. If you tried some good micros from here you'd redact your opinion on the first sip, possibly even before that if you're big on texture, color, smells, head etc. In fact, some of the strongest and best IPAs in the world ALL come from the States. There are world-class gold-medal winning beers brewed in Oregon and California, where more people drink micro brews than they do mass produced piss like Coors.

Lost Coast, Sierra Nevada, Lagunitas, Dogfish, Stone Brewery, Russian River and more all put out stuff that puts 95% of other beers out there to shame. That is to say, I've also had a lot of German, Belgian and French brews and many of them are also indeed amazing, however they are about as good as the best American stuff, rather than actually better. Which is to say, that the top caliber has been reached on both sides.

It's Asian beer that mostly blows, imo. I believe ZUN himself tends to favor European beers.

>>6179301

I'm betting that the deal was shadily forged out in a sake bar very late at night, maybe even after closing.

ZUN might not remember signing anything, but it's too late now.

>>6147396
Aya is based on ZUN's shirt.

v: actious gender,

'So,' the woman across the table says, 'I can't help but notice that you've put on a bit of weight.'

The man with her remains silent. He's hunched over his chalice of beer, his mouth set in a scowl. There are notes for bullet patterns in front of him, scrawled in the raving notes of a drunkard.

'Well?' She smirks, tapping the blunt end of her pen to her lips.

She uncrosses and re-crosses her legs in deliberately slow movements, trying to provoke some sort of reaction - in all honesty, Aya Shameimaru is a bit put out. He's never shown this little interest in her before. Better slip him a quick glance of her panties, that'll get him talking-

'You don't get it, do you,' he snaps. 'I didn't ask you here to interview me.'

'But sir-'

'I designed you for one thing, Aya,' he says, and he's shifted a little in his seat. He -has- gained weight, she can see, but it just makes him more solid, emphasises his reality in contrast to hers.

Aya panics.

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>>1910480

is Aya wearing yet another one of ZUN's shirts in this picture? Either that or she wears the same http://www.yesstyle.com store that ZUN buys from. No wonder she's ZUN's favorite.

>>1684009

ZUN could.

oh god

>>1089745
>ZUN's favorite.

wat?

>>1075421
In other words, ZUN doesn't have what it takes to make a living off of his games. Jesus Christ, just how unpopular is Touhou inside of Japan? I'm not good at mathematics but all a game really has to sell is 100,000 units and you're pretty much set for life, right? How much does the average Touhou game cost? Hell, even if Touhou only managed to sell 15,000 units that's still enough to make you rich.

Why is ZUN such an Ayafag?

>>483002

>>458213
Wasn't his last game a shmup completely dedicated to lolis and beer?

>>458245
ZUN only has one shirt.

>>451151
Nope. It reminds him of Aya.

>>309019
She only reports the truth~

Best friends forever!

"Stupid whore, Aya, stupid whore!"

"Does she do that often?"

Rinnosuke turned to his customer with a mild look of amusement on his broad face, his well-fed cheeks uplifted by the ever-present grin.

"Not so much," he replied, "but she does respond to certain verbal cues. She’s been trained extremely well."

Even while he spoke, the black haired girl was squirming on the floor of her cell. Her face rubbed against the cold, damp stone and her small breasts were squashed under her own weight. Her knees folded up toward her chest, she stuck her behind up in the air and was waving her hips back and forth in a most enticing manner.

"What kind of cues?"

"Aya," bellowed Rinnosuke with a devilish smirk. "Squirt."

The winged slave-girl immediately stopped her squirming and rose upright, kneeling on the floor. Her legs spread wide apart as she arched her spine in an almost painful display of dexterity, the wide black wings on her back spreading out as far as they could in the cramped cell. Her bare skin glinted in the dim light, sweat pouring down her body like a waterfall, accentuating the tightly toned contours of her stomach and abdomen as the muscles quivered and spasmed beneath her perfectly pale skin. Aya’s hips bucked and rocked violently and her wings fluttered spasmodically. All the time, she kept her hands behind her, clasped at the small of her back as if they had been locked tightly together.

>>128599


they're just jealous.