/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Just my luck. Probably to protect their stead, there are a couple of men picking up the litter in front of a stairwell. I go closer, avoiding a group of teenagers running in the middle of the street. I finally get to read what the sign hastily stenciled says. "Victor November" I mouth the words.
"Tango Sierra" one of the men nearby completes for me. "Are you coming in?"
I shrug. "This is what I'm here for."

I follow them down the stairs and through the heavy doors. Lights, the din of conversation and a center board with plenty of information. I check the clock, it's been 6 hours already for today. As I peel off the protective mask and prepare to settle in, I wonder why do I keep doing this to myself. Why didn't I just joined the people leaving the city in droves years ago. Someone hands me a cup of tea in what is a relatively clean mug. I still wonder what happened to them, if they ever did find a better place. Hope they're happy, wherever they are.

There are only a couple of minutes of silence while I leave the shelter of one of the established safehavens. Everything around me is deadly stilt, the walls covered with yellowed posters and layers upon layers of ripped wallpaper. Years worth of changing decoration. The sound of my own breathing fills the inside of the mask. An extra precaution for when I hit the surface. One of the old posters gets my attention for some reason. It's some bird in a small toy kitchen. I can't remember when was the first I saw it, but it brings back some memories. A short, muffled laugh is all that comes out. No time to reminiscence, I can already see the light on top of the stairs covered in trash and pamphlets. Ground level. [0].

Just have to be quick. Find a new pack of people, head into a safehaven and stay there. Easy plan, idiot proof. Someone jolts me away from my planning, a quick shove on the shoulder as they run past. "suck my cock dude xD" they yell not even looking back. I try to not take it personally. The streets are as busy as ever, you'd have to look closely to notice the decaying buildings and piles of debris all over. A city that lost all of its people, leaving me behind. At least it feels that way, I should be wandering empty streets instead of dealing with active hordes of people sharing and laughing. They seem happy. I wonder why I can't join in their joy. Give the straps a quick tug, adjusting the containment mask closer. Don't really want to now.

/jp/ is dead.

We stand now in the ruins of the imageboard once known as /jp/.
Feel free to try to live here, but don't expect any sort of order. Everyone that cared for this place has left already, and unless you enjoy shitposting as culture I suggest you leave as well. There is no clear destination, but I'm sure we will meet again somewhere.

We had some good times together. Not so much recently, the war of attrition between shitposters and moderation only harmed us, but the memories will stay.

See you. Don't worry when you notice all the rubble and garbage piling up, it just means they have taken over.