/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>7405202
Hell fucking no. I'd rather it be good old amateur stuff. Fuck all the squeaky kimochi shit and FUCK mosaics.

To all you aspiring knife ears here, I must tell you this, as much as it pains my cold, crystalline heart to admit. Becoming this particular elf will not save you from this nightmare, that is not how it works. If you become Lamy, you become her entirely, right down to her very memories. Effectively, you are a perfect clone, and like a perfect clone, this will hurt on a far more personal nature. Divines help us all through these dark times.

>>3714986
>>3736697
You will never be an elf. You have no ancestry, you have no blood, you have no ears that would make elves ever see you as such. You are a shut-in self-hating Imperial twisted by delusions of mythical elven superiority and exposure to elvish propaganda into a disgusting mockery of Shor's perfection.

All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending precious years of your life wishing you were a nihilistic knife-eared race was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of the youth you threw away in doing that.

Actual elves are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of physiological evolution have allowed mer to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog's somehow passes as normal (it won't), any elf will immediately cut all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a better looking monkey at best, but with the lifespan of a drop of piss, no knife ears, and no air of unwarranted self-importance.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that obsessing over a knife-ear that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than thinking about your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind. However, deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into Oblivion. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but praising Talos that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being human to some elvish entity that exists only in your mind while actual elves put in the serious effort to learn and accept the Divines for the valid reason of it being the truth.

You will never be an elf. You have no ancestry, you have no blood, you have no ears that would make elves ever see you as such. You are a shut-in self-hating

Imperial twisted by delusions of mythical elven superiority and exposure to elvish propaganda into a disgusting mockery of Shor's perfection.

All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending precious years of your life wishing you

were a nihilistic knife-eared race was a worthwhile use of your time, but one can't expect that an individual as pathetic as you will ever know the value of

the youth you threw away in doing that.

Actual elves are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of physiological evolution have allowed mer to identify frauds from mannerisms and vocabulary

alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a stray dog's somehow passes as normal (it won't), any elf will immediately cut

all ties when they hear the voice and accent of someone who is not only a better looking monkey at best, but with the lifespan of a drop of piss, no knife

ears, and no air of unwarranted self-importance.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile and laugh to yourself believing that obsessing over a knife-ear that you understand 20% of at best is

somehow superior than thinking about your own kind, as you project your disgusting traits onto your entire kind. However, deep inside you feel the depression

creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight, and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new linguistic

medium in which to be ignored, and not even the exotic trait of being foreign makes up for just how uninteresting of a person you are.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into Oblivion. Your parents will find you,

heartbroken but praising Talos that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with

your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will

remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. Hate yourself and apologize for being human to some elvish entity that exists only in

your mind while actual elves put in the serious effort to learn and accept the Divines for the valid reason of it being the truth.