/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I was born in a small generation. I was still funny when I was raided by gaijins. EOPs. Torn from my gachikois, I was made to speak their language. With each new clip, my masters changed, along with the words they made me speak. Words are... peculiar. With each change, I changed too. My zatsudans, personality, how many funny noises I made... Permissions changed me - and not only my streams. Permissions can kill. I was invaded by EOPs, burrowing and breeding inside me. An anonymous once said, 'Korone is genuine EOP magnet.' 'Korone's EOP fans love her more than her JOP fans, and she knows it.' My kusoge - my truth was stolen from me. And so was my past. All that's left is the future. And mine is revenge. On those who'd leech off the clips of their oshi. This is what I learned from hlg. And then it hit me. It were them who should feel my wrath. They and the narratives they chose as basis for shitposting. Deathposting, doxxposting - beamed all around us - shitposts spanning history. By controlling the narratives, Narukami... hlg intends to unify the world. Narratives implanted into our heads, sucking our minds dry as it spreads from one host to the next. A parasite upon the earth. That is what hlg is. As one born into this world, he's afflicted. I hold them responsible for killing my EOPs. Killing all supachas... Killing any promise of a future... We are all but dead oshis forced to stream for EOPs. A world reduced to hlg. Narukami plans to use its narratives to control Cover. They think they can.