/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>28339030
Is /hlg/ really full of people that hate Polka? That's a shame.

>>28308513
Same dude. I'm literally in tears right now from laughing too much.

>Polka has started appearing in /hlg/
>all these quadruple reverse double agent false flaggers, planted narratives and the chaos

Probably just a coincidence..

>>28225852
EN BOOST AT FULL THROTTLE

>>28188408
rest in pieces

Botan and Gura was probably the best Apex duo cause they murdered everyone and ended CEOs win streak. Clown and Detective was the funniest

>Gen 5 collab
LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

ARE YOU ENTERTAINED YET?

>>28031368
Me halagas demasiado.

>>27864220
Do you enjoy this world I have created?
EXPERIENCE ULTIMATE CHAOS

Who here /laughing at all the chaos right now/
Yes... destroy each other, good

MORI HIME SAMA

>2 seconds

>>27731043
christ

Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.

Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up."

Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.

>This is the desperation narrativefags resort to when none of their shit sticks
Are they perhaps feeling frustrated?

What, I wondered, did he mean by “society”? The plural of human beings? Where was the substance of this thing called “society”? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be something powerful, harsh and severe, but to hear Horiki talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him.

‘Society won’t stand for it.’
‘It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it - right?’
‘If you do such a thing society will make you suffer for it’
‘It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?’
‘Before you know it, you’ll be ostracized by society.’
‘It’s not society. You’re going to do the ostracizing, aren’t you?’

Words, words of every kind went flitting through my head. “Know thy particular fearsomeness, thy knavery, cunning and witchcraft!” What I said, however, as I wiped the perspiration from my face with a handkerchief was merely, “You’ve put me in a cold sweat!” I smiled.

From then on, however, I came to hold, almost as a philosophical conviction, the belief: What is society but an individual?

This fucking clown is so good

The children always followed him
When they saw him hopping by
A funny walk
A funny man
A funny, funny, funny man
He made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh, oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Oh how he made them roll
One day he took them to a place he knew, a special place
And told them things about this world
This funny, funny, funny world
Which made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh, oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Oh how he made them roll
Then the funny little man who made them laugh
Sometimes he did
Revealed to them his special plan
His very special funny plan
Knowing they would understand
And maybe laugh sometimes
He made them laugh
Oh yes he did
He did, he did, he did, he did
Their eyes grew wide beneath their lids
And how he made them roll

Picture a woman, half naked, running down an abandoned city street at night. Tears are running down her face as she gasps and sobs. You hear an odd noise, quiet at first, barely there but soon it becomes louder. Squeaking. Constant squeaking from multiple sources. Then they come around the corner.

Clowns. A dozen of them, their shoes making loud squeaking and honking noises, their painted on smiles only slightly larger than the real smiles they have on their faces. The woman is barefoot and is quickly caught and surrounded by these painted up attackers.

Before she can cry out, a balloon giraffe is shoved down her throat as several clowns take out their own balloons and begin putting them onto their throbbing erections. She's bent over one of the clowns while two other clowns come at her from the front and behind. They quickly penetrate her and begin honking their horns in rhythm with their thrusts while the idle clowns perform somersaults and pratfalls as they wait their turns with her.

The honking begins to speed up as the clowns near orgasm and increase the rate of their thrusting. Shortly after, they all pull out and ejaculate into their balloons. They quickly remove them, blow them up and make them into different animal shapes while the other clowns move in to take their turns.

This goes on for nearly two hours. The woman is exhausted and bruised, trembling from the cold and the trauma. Most of the clowns have left, save one final clown who is fucking her throat raw. He pulls his cock out and blows his load all over her face, then stands back to admire his handiwork.

She looks up at him, tears in her red eyes and tries to talk.

He hits her in the face with a pie.

>>27032709

>>26585064
Polkahime.... Out of the fire and into the frying pan...