/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

the correlation between touhou fans and troons is impossible to ignore, so why is it like this?

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>>45366965
Xitter (formerly Twitter) screenshot thread is not allowed

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>>45366996
how about one of touhou's biggest fans?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr4S-Q-SU1M

[Anonymous No.]

you seem to have a lot of free time thinking about stuff like that.
maybe you should get a hobby, I recommend playing touhou games

[Anonymous No.]

>>45367006
>useless hobby #1 LE BAD!
>useless hobby #2 LE GOOD!

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>>45366965
You must really love those "people" if you're willing to make a thread and talk about them.

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>>45367021
being a rage baiting faggot is not a hobby, sorry
you're way too obvious at it too

[Anonymous No.]

>>45367039
>not a hobby
how so? posting on an imageboard is just as much a hobby as playing a video game

[Anonymous No.]

I almost had it now, you know? I am sick of this inferior Korean body of mine, every second I rot in this Korean shell I feel like my full potential has not been reached. You ever get like this /jp/?

The other day my father came to my room again, hes a sneaky gook, I cant even hear him coming up the stairs. Must be the gook genetics that I fucking inherited, right? He opened my door, I was listening to my White power music as usual and putting up posters of white woman on my wall with WHITE-TACK (fuck blu-tack). He told me, "Son, I need your help with the groceries; I am running some errands at the Korean store".

Yeah, he ONLY shops at the fucking Korean store, he tells me that he must shop there or else there's no place else to get Kimchi. Thats all his fish head thinks about- Kimchi- the smell is so pungent but I cant help but like it so much, I sweat Kimchi juice from my jaundice pores. I cant help it, whenever I have Kimchi in front of me with other dishes like KIMBOK GOOK and PAEKCHAN HANGUGAL GOOK I feel this uncontrollable instrict to just put the bowl right in front of my face and use my chopsticks to quickly shove it all into my mouth. With only White woman in my mind the entire time, I fucking hate Koreans, but I like the food. I am so confused!

So anyways, I was siting in my fathers HYUNDAI on the wall to the GOOK STORE- I was listening to my usual White power music and some Slipknot. I think the battle for the White race is the only reason why I am alive. My disgusting father keeps look at me from time to time while he drives with this weird look on his face, like he wants to eat me or something.

Then I got to the store…..and OH MY GOD….

[Anonymous No.]

My father uttered this disgusting gook voice at me, I could barely even understand it, you know what his disgusting fish face said to me? He said, "Hey son, go down to the produce isle and get me some Kimchi", such fucking audacity from this man- I am telling you my fellow Whites, these Korean people are disgusting and they think they can just boss anyone around! We should protect the future of our race by denying access from these cultureless Korean thugs.

I shuffled with my head down to the produce isle, barely even looking up, I dont want to see all the inferior Aajapshi's and Oni's greeting me with their grotesque chinky eyes. I was just staring at my Adidas WHITE sneakers, its the only thing remotely white in this store.

Some filthy Mexican was looking at me, they are like locusts in this proud White nation. I forgot about this mexican fool, I dont care for the inferior races. I picked up the Kimchi, so pungent and instinctual there was also SSAMGAL JJAKBE GOOK and BUOLA HANGU CHAKCHEANUM that I also picked up. My hands have a mind of their own sometimes, my inferior genetics and inferior brain that I inherited from my disgusting gook parents caused this problem to me, I cant help but to pick up these fermented fish heads and dog penis meat, is it genetic? I really dont know but I must pick it up whenever I see them at the GOOK STORE.

All I see around me are jaundiced chinkies, not a single White person around me, I was traveling up and down the isles like a puppy that lost its master, looking for my aryan gods. Why the fuck are all these filthy store people looking at me? Why do they even have the audacity to come up to me and say good morning? These Koreans, they always want something from you, just like my father- ordering me to go to the produce section to get Kimchi and a whole horrific plethoria of PAAN CHAAN JJOKBARIGOL of fermented vegetables, absolutely disgusting and regreful.

[Anonymous No.]

It's yuri fans in general. Not limited to Touhou.

[Anonymous No.]

When I walked down the frozen section however, I finally met eyes to a beautiful white woman….she was looking at the frozen CHAKBAPBUM. I froze at the end of the isle, I was speechless and my palms were getting sweaty. I can hear my father calling for my name down from the other end, disgusting Korean man, why must you always try to deny me my white goddess? I ignored that disgusting chinky and I walked down that isle to sniff her bodily hormones.

I walked slowly and purposeful down the isle. Her smell was intoxicating, much better than my inferior korean fish smell. I hate being Korean, you know? She kept looking back at me, she must want to mix with me, I know just know it, I sat on top of the glass slider of one of the freezers and just gawked at her, she keeps looking back at me, she must want to mix. I could not hold my passions any longer, I just had to crack a long smile, this was the moment that I have always been waiting for! This is now the time where I discard my inferior Korean family and adopt a new White family.

I must know her name…..I was going to ask but my father grabbed my sleeve and pulled me off the glass slider and this fucking chinky said to me, "Why are you sitting there? You might break it! Come on, lets go! I was looking all over for you!".

[Anonymous No.]

>>45367005
He is as much of a touhou fan as he is a woman.

[Anonymous No.]

I could not hold my anger anymore, but something deep within stopped me from screaming at him in the store. My inferior instincts, formed through thousands of years of fish and rich farmer pesantry is showing. So I just huffed and walked back to the HYUNDAI with its disgusting inferior engineering.

My Korean father drove me home, listening to the news on the radio, how can he possibly understand the English. Disgusting fish head. All I thought about was that white girl the entire time, as I drift to sleep thinking about my white goddess and listening to my white power music and slipknot.

Fucking Shibal man, I hate being Korean.

[Anonymous No.]

It is getting late now, I can feel the moment coming any time now.

My fucking chinky Ajumma and Ajunshi is coming to visit my house today; I remember their visit last year, they brought their grotesque PURE KOREAN SPAWN from KOREA with his putrid bowl haircut, thick rim glasses and chinky fucking eyes.

I can hear the car coming into the drive way now, the entire house smells like Kimchi, SAEMSHIPGOL, MOONLAMNOON, PAEKCHECKGOOK, HANGUGAL JJANKE, KIM JONG MUN and fermented DOG PENIS. I just sat there in my room, with beautiful pictures of 1950's White woman pinned up on my wall, listening to White power music and practicing with my butterfly knife, waiting for the great race war. My father screamed and hit me once for scratching 14/88 all over my bed room wall, but with everyone of his weak girly-armed gook hits, I grow stronger everyday for the coming storm. He thinks its my test score, the delusional chinky, my mother thinks its a date for my girlfriend that she suspects that I have, what a stupid JJOKBARI SHIBAL, me? A Girlfriend? Who isn't WHITE? Those many years of Kimchi Dog must have fucked up her mind, all of my parents mind is all COMPRESSED DONGJEP.

They rang the doorbell, disgusting christmas jingles…..so inferior and full of try-hard Korean 'cuteness' that my parents try to decorate the house with. Just thinking of the doorbell jingle and the decorations around the house makes me want to kick a dog.

My inferior fish monkey father summoned me downstairs to greet the other fish monkeys, seriously, they are no different than the millions of other fish gooks that are spawned like Zerglings in Korea. When I bowed to greet them, the KIMCHI I had stored in my pockets started leaking out all over the place, it was so embarrassing. They just stared at me with great anger and disgust seeing me waste all of that KIMCHI.

[Anonymous No.]

Anyways, OP, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed
mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, OP, should just stick with today's special.

[Anonymous No.]

>>45366996
>>45367006
>>45367034
>>45367039
don't give it attention, just report the thread for off topic

[Anonymous No.]

Rule 2: Don't respond to trolls - If some guy posted something really stupid and provocative that made you angry and you want to kill him, don't respond to him. Don't even bother to tell him off while using sage; it's most likely a troll that just wants some replies. In /jp/, troll threads tend to be really easy to spot, so there's really no excuse for this. If too many people get baited, it will end up in a stupid 200 post long drama thread nobody wants to see in the first page.

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>>45367216
>>45367232
sage negated

[Anonymous No.]

People are pissed. They're pissed, I'm pissing in a river, you're pissing from a tree parallel of me. Get fucked. I don't know what the fuck is going on or what that is, but whatev. What month is it. I can't see shit from this basement. I just wanna NEET it with Kaguya. After living on /jp/ for many years, surely there are many great stories to tell. Whether it be what you ate for lunch, how many pissbottles you have now, what happened a minute ago or just a complaint about someone in particular and his shitty images ruining your thread. Anyways, relax you amateur. I have a good story to share that's really related to this board. It's really fucking amazing dude, so sit down and please listen to me. There was this one time I went to one of worlds greatest attractions. It was a festival near Gensokyo. I don't remember the last time I saw so many creatures in one place. It was like a /jp/ meetup without the /jp/. There was an insane number of people, fairies, youkai et cetra et cetra. Long story short, I barely got in, but let me tell you this. If some odd looking girl with what feels to be super strength pulls you into a corner, don't resist. You will have the time of your life, but note I never said fun. Just like that, it became clear to me. Youkai>Human. You can't change my mind. Fairies just aren't as good since they're about as dumb as a sack of bricks, but I digress.
With all that transpired, I had never been more disappointed. The event was shit, so shit that if you were there with me, you would have taken your ass back home and cried to sleep about something other than being a lonely NEET for once. I wasn't going to end things on a bad note, so I went out wandering the same day and took a little detour, the toll road on the way to the Human Village. Now let me tell you, that was the single biggest mistake of my fucking life. I don't know what happened but I ended up somewhere odd because my senses went completely fucked. I was like oji-san for 2 minutes. Fell on me arse and saw a sign when I looked up. 'Was a bunch of shit I couldn't read. It looked like the fun house, but they hadn't put me back in me suit for the padded room. Writing all over the wall with tally marks and smeared with stains. It smelled like piss, but what I saw made no sense. The sign was completely illegible and the words were moving every other second and light from the most unexpected places. When I sat up and took a closer look, it had "150 yen off" crossed out and "Kill yourself." written at the bottom. Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots. At that moment, it was no more games. You don't go down the toll road just because it's 150 yen off, fool. I was steamed. Me gold mine was snuffed, but that wasn't all. Something flew past me head before I could finish deciphering the rest of that mess. Just coming off of that pissed me off. "Listen, I am trying to fucking read mam. Stop sending me that magic bullet shit. Keep it far from me. I can't even fly, plus you're standing in front of the sun, so I can't even see the stripes on your panties or if you're even wearing any. I have THREE lives, I'm not wasting them on some ISC inspired retard who figured out how to script IRL for the first time. I've met a GODDESS who manhandled the Lunarians so well that you could say that she FISTED the Lunarian Empire 50 years after the Lunar War because they shot down one of her stars and you'd be correct. All that lead her to basically doing a rerun the entire battle of Buzz and Armstrong versus the Lunarian Menace over 4 years in a fraction of the time, with her friend who was mad her son got killed by some chinese bitch on the moon who probably has more balls than you. Even SHE wouldn't be so rude as to interrupt me. Maybe I should call my boy [Takehaya-Susanoo-no-Mikoto](Susanoo, sibling of the Japanese sun goddess Amatarasu for you simpletons) to put an END to YOUR dreamlike days." After the perfect finish, Japan style, I turned back to the sign and the words changed. This time it said "FUCK YOU" in bold letters. I just couldn't stand it. Is this a sign Youkai? Well I've got a 〜「SIGN」〜 for you too.

[Anonymous No.]

<span class="sjis">「NEET SIGN」〜 Suck My Fucking COCK, Dude! </span>
All that damn effort: wasted. Optimism: gone. Status: fuckin' buttmad, without the butt. This was the next mistake of me life. I wasn't thinking when I got on some dirt path leading somewhere. Now hear me out. Not even a minute. Not even a full minute. These guys come running out of the forest flinging literal shit at eachother. What has this world come to. Men have devolved to playing with their feces again. I didn't even notice it but the guy throwing shit got put into a full nelson and had the lives beaten out of him with some hammer looking thing. "Kill him!" the people said. Dragged to the guillotine on the nearby cliffside, he wept like a pussy fag. "Warosu got put in Eientei's hospice because of you. They'll need to make a page whole shitty page to remember what you've done, but this ain't the 90s no more." *laugh track* "All them great new threads you ruined. They ain't comin' back." *ZUN(sfx)*
I could not believe what I had just witnessed. If I knew them, which I don't, I would have thought they were gay. They ripped his pants off and locked him in place. The guy was so panicked while it was happening that he shat himself. Roaring over the cliffside, they laughed. The sword was swung, the rope was cut, the popcorn was passed and the blade fell. It was a gruesome sight. His piglike squels, the blade failed to pierce his fat disgusting NEET neck, so they did it again. They killed a man and gave him a proper burial. Those weren't gentlemen.
One of the madmen noticed me when I wanted no part in that shit so I pulled up a chair and said I wouldn't move, even if ya push me. Four legs on a chair, none of them swirly things, so what ya gonna do huh? Pull me? Unlike me, you skipped leg day so that's not possible.
"So brave." A voice came. "Ye who watch and even laugh. Which of you is man enough to take a shit on his grave?" I looked around for the voice but there was none. I've met youkai, oni, humans, demi-gods and everything inbetween. I've met several incarnates of chuunibiyo and knocked up the Crimson Slasher herself, but I'm not messin' with a spirit. Not after that dodging choccy rain encounter with Junko. Them Lunarians was dead. All without control of their bowels. That was strike one. I felt like a little boy again, but not a safe boy. I was about as unsafe as a virgin shota in a sexually frustrated, depraved and drunk OL doujin on crack. One dude took the dare, removed his pants and squat over the freshly dug mound. I turned me head away and I still smelled it. It was the most floral shite ever produced. He must've ate six punnets grapes four punnets strawberries and a narner. That was strike two. I said fuck it and ran, but the ground crumbled an I hit me head before the ragdoll down. It happened so fast I swear dick might've flown off like a parakeet. Next thing I knew, I woke up and trees were walking. Everything hurt. All those damn leaves were dancing in circles and singing the /jp/ themesong in unison. It took me a while for my eyes to set, but I remember it clear as day. This short haired blonde girl. If Sanny were next to her, you might've thunk she managed to clone herself. The blonde produced no pheromones, but had the creepiest look of lust on her face and was drooling like a dog at an oasis after jumping through the flaming hoops of hell. Right over her shoulder was a doll. It turned to look at me for a full minute and said "Yo, dude, like, bro, dude, yo, bro, like fuckin' you are so dead when she gets home". How fucking nice. I slip off a cliff, break me bones, and now I see a doll talking shit at me as some small blonde girl carries a 495lb(225kg, kg*2.2=lb for you gaijins) piece of muscle 4 times her size back to her cabin to be used as a toy. Weight distribution is a bitch.

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They say logic don't apply in Gensokyo, but listen. First off, they're dumb. Second, shut the fuck up, it makes sense if the narrator wants it to. Third of all, the bitch drugged me, plus shut the fuck down. That doll kept saying things, but I didn't pay attention. I ain't insane, this ain't the puppet show in the padded room, that doll ain't moving on it's own and I sure as fuck don't feel like getting raped by some weirdo. Since green onion got turned to vomit pulp, I tried to remember my /jp/ history lessons from Keine when I first came to Gensokyo. Before I could scream Kirisame, I shit you not, I'll be damned if I didn't tell you this, a bunch of outsiders, all speaking feigned /jp/ lingo. Fakes. I could tell some had been there a while. They all seemed like nice folks, but on the other side of the street, there was more than just a few faggots arguing. Freaks. It was some of the most disgusting shit ever. My fucking eyes. Those outsiders stopped in their tracks and two of them joined in and the true nature was never more apparent. It was the worst development ever since people started seeing penises under skirts after managing to score a date as a Wizard NEET. A word of advice, RUN. They say a hole is a hole, but it ain't worth it. If you managed to get a date the first time, you can do it a second time. Just clean yourself up first. Your room probably smells like shit with all those piss open bottles. I zoned out when they were talking, sounded like they all hated eachother for no reason, so they made up some. I don't know when it happened, but someone in a maid outfit came and killed every last one of them with a mop. A fucking mop. I felt the pain when some dude said he wanted to cry.
I stood there about to say something when some other dude croaked with his bloodclot throat "there's not one decent thread in the whole catalog." The fuck does that mean? Every last one of them got up and started walking toward me after a few seconds like some sort of gang initiation when I said that. My life flashed before me eyes, but with more bad memories than good. I remembered some obnoxious motherfuckers who wouldn't shut unliving former hell up outside the /jp/ mansion. "It's your fault that you sold too much sake to a God! YOU DON'T SELL TOO MUCH SAKE TO A GOD! WE'RE GODS! WE'LL HAVE YOU EXTERMINATED! WE'LL HAVE YOU EXTERMINATED AND WE'LL LAUGH ABOUT IT!" Some words those were. I recognized every last one of them. All without a soul and dependent on others because they can't supplement themselves. God I can't bare to watch. "Sometimes it feels like I'm the only smart one around" Some dude followed up, and it was the quickest reply I had ever seen. "Nah dude, some guys act retarded just for fun. Everyone does it, but the only downside is..." he looked at the gate and they were screaming at eachother and pulling on the gate as security rushed over, unsightly. "it attracts the actual retards." "I agree, but it doesn't top that free house in Japan. Nobody bought the damn thing when it was free." I was starting to remember the dude outside the gate, retired with his 4 riot shields around him with his N.E.E.T helm, but the last traces of that dreamlike day vanished when the blonde lady kicked the door open and shoved me in a dark room. I came out brand spanking new, but it was some of the weirdest shit ever I tell you. Everything was fine, but me streamer was numb and I couldn't feel me balls despite touching them. I lost conscious several times, when I don't even remember going to sleep. Not one normal thing happened since that festival. What the fujck man.

[Anonymous No.]

all 2hu oldfags moved on to blue archive anyways

[Anonymous No.]

Putting that shit behind me, I decided to continue the walk to the Human Village a day behind schedule. Why? Well that's simple. I want to try that tourist attraction, you know, that new bar that was installed in the Human Village? Geidontei? Anyway, people say that just one taste of the special sake there can put you in a coma. So I went to try it out after dropping a few job resumes and a scheduled interview I'll either not show up to or fuck up on purpose to keep getting my Genso-NEETbux. (Don't blame me. Gotta pay for the Mansion somehow when nobody has a job. The current payment is only a few hundred million yen short not including the electricity bill and the cost of internet from the first monthly payment in 2011, so if you would like to help pay the bills, be sure to contact ***** at [REDACTED] for more information. Ask for Anon.) I'd like to see a dumb ass cup of sake take down the average /jp/sie standing at 10 feet, but 10 feet or not, being a whole day late is unacceptable. I heard that people have been standing her up lately. Booking placements and not showing up; I have a reputation to uphold. The boys on /jp/ are always hard, knowing nothing in life but to be a NEET. /jp/sies can be counted on when needed. That waitress must've been depressed and drunk my cups herself. but don't get any better. I had to stop twice on the way back. Me balls cramped hard. You're just walking along and it feels like a leech yanked your balls from inside and out all of a sudden. It was a sharp pain I hadn't felt since Wriggle punted me nutsack after calling her a boy. How the fuck was I supposed to know those tits were female? When I got there, some nasty fuck stumbled out of a building and bumped into me. I looked at him for a minute and took the unopened bottle he had right out of his hands and drank it in front of him. Served him right. The dumbass was wasted in broad daylight. "His bottle. Put it on his tab." Pathetic.
I thought it was fucking a joke when some dude walked out with two bottles in hand before me head went nauseous on the first drop. That pink girl was asking for it back with a look of great concern on her face, but I drank the rest to show the drunk next to me just how much of a pussy bitch he was, not being able to hold his liquor to a dude a third of his age who has never consumed alcohol in his life. It must have been half the bottle I downed in that moment, but one swig was all it took and me head hit the table when I sat down. It was like I pulled the plug on my tower, if my tower was my body instead. Shutting down my limbs. Everything went black. Just in that incident alone, I lost two lives within two days. One off that shitty cliff, and the other at that fucking bar. Geidontei(fucking how?).

[Anonymous No.]

As someone free of vice, the whole experience was like a high powered hallucination. Being hypnotized by fairies didn't come close. The experience after that was surreal. Just like Gensokyo, it was a bloody place. Women and children should screw off and stay home, but even that wouldn't have saved them from what I saw. It was stab-or-be-stabbed. That was the one great thing about that place. That tense atmosphere where two guys on the same side of the board could start a fight at any time and cause a scene anywhere. The ambient silence on a night stroll. The feeling of the wind passing by your arms. The chill as you feel prying eyes. A youkai can snatch you at any time and nobody would care since you're from the outside world. That wasn't the best part though. The stuff of ancients is what draws you in. Be it the boar, the whale out at sea or the oni flattening the lands. For me, it was a dragon burning cities to the ground. The damn thing was so long that it was the sky as far as you could see it. I'll say this. Any human who talks shit should say it directly to the youkai's face. Not on anonymous slabs of wood reeking of your scent, hanging from the y̶o̶u̶k̶a̶i̶ Hakurei Shrine motherfucker. The money you spent on the wood and time carving those ugly letters could have been spent on Sanae's contraceptives or donating to Reimu if you wanted to be a good person that day and not piss your earnings after a night of drinking. But of course, Reimu in exchange for that donation offered protection she doesn't even provide. I know it first hand. You'll take it all those normalcies of life in the outside world for granted and beg Red-White to protect you from the youkai because you're so physically unfit, so I'll give you a little guide to living. I strongly suggest you stick in the Human Village when you wind up in Gensokyo. Away from the bogus Hakurei Shrine, non-humans, RAD™ Taoists burning building to the ground, Vampires causing mischief at 2 in the morning, Youkai in the forests, the beautiful youkai in the spotless Garden of the Sun near Mugenkan, Fairies in the trees and ground, Tengu on Youkai Mountain, the depths of Makai, uselessly paranoid schizophrenic Lunarians on the Moon, 3 whole oni treading by the various caves on land and sipping next to ponds at night, /jp/sies trying to engrave themselves onto an unknown history, and of course the Moriya Shrine and its notorious green player 2 vacuum cleaner. I suggest that some of you stick to the specially tailored way of living there. It isn't for everyone, /jp/ - Gensokyo is a bloody place. Too much knowledge, or one wrong move it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down.~eajy. You know when your time is up when Red-White pays you a visit. Now it all sounds great, but it's all made up. I don't remember anything. Everything that happened, didn't happen. Everything that didn't happen, happened. I thought I was out for a few minutes, but there were missing posters everywhere when I woke up. "Anon [MISSING]" Gone for 15 days. Most of the dudes who went there were missing for 2 days at max. Why the fuck was it 15 for me? I met a "friend" who was there and they told me everything that happened. I don't know how I met them. They smelled like literal shite and looked like they would drive me to the edge of the city and leave me in that Youkai forest if I ever got wasted enough to need help getting home. According to them, I walked in, I took another drink from the bottle, passed out for a nearly an hour and stumbled out of the front entrance when I woke up. Saying I was talking about those dumbass fairies again, how that if you saw what they were doing every hour, you'd run your ass back to the Hakurei Shrine to scream at that Youkai Miko some heretical shit about getting trapped, drug to undisclosed locations and fucked by girlish winged magical creatures that were 4 feet tall and smelled like honey, or a literal gang of female kappa literally picking you off the street and kept as entertainment for weeks on end. To top it off, the dude said I smelled weird. Me streamer was numb, it smelled weird after the cabin bitch, and my balls itched. God I couldn't bare to stand him. He pissed me off. "I take a bath every day. I like baths. I take 10 a day. I sleep in the bath. I eat bath SALTS." I said to him in a drunken stupor. Everyone heard it. Even if wasted, that was the single biggest fuckup ever. I thought I could be friends with that whale girl as backup since Kasen has been too busy masturbating with her arm nonstop after spending a decade looking for the darned thing. Heck, I remember me friend Tenshi telling me it was alive and talking when she found it. Red flag. Psycho. Maneater. Killer. A fucking oni. Welcome to my "avoided" list. Damn. All I wanted was to go and have fun after that festival, but the moment I set foot outside, I had the worst two days of my life.

[Anonymous No.]

Can modern 4chan teens go 5 seconds without posting about their transexual fetish? It's crazy.