/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>48983571
Since we're on the topic of death, I might as well start with mine.
The smoke from the houses was too thick for us to continue walking through the field, so we had to walk closer to the highway instead. There wasn’t much traffic. Just a few battered trucks and cars scattered her and there with their doors wide open.
Piled on top of them were suitcases, lampshades, even portraits of the Grand Marshal Yagoo, the belongings left behind by Rratovani families in a helter-skelter attempt to escape the conflict raging around them.
Meanwhile, tall, imposing lampposts lined the highway as far as we could see. But after a kilometer or so of walking, it became clear that these posts had been twisted into something far more sinister.
We began to notice more and more bodies hanging from these very posts, dangling in the wind like ornaments at an Atlantidani souvenir shop. Most of them were Rrats, their poor bodies desecrated with crude signs labeling them "terrorists" or “Nijis” or “whores” and worse.
But among them were other victims too. Pekos who had dared defy the ethnic line, branded as “traitors”.
I felt a surge of bile rise in my throat. The rabbits were not content with just killing Rrats. They were also turning on each other.
For a while, we marched in silence - each lost in our own thoughts and feelings. Subaru kept her eyes under her helmet, Botan lit up a cigarette, and she lit one up for Korone too. Our squad’s cheerful disposition from earlier was completely gone.
When I looked over at Suisei, I couldn’t help but notice how her blue eyes trembled in her troubled gaze. It had the same quiet concern I felt rising within myself.
A flash of understanding came over me. Perhaps she was also wondering the same thing I was.
What was this country coming to?
Still finishing the rest of this thing.