/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>61072433
>W-Who are you quoting? I, I don't give them money. I just watch the clips... please get off my back asshole-anon...
Ahaha. No.
You sit in your parent's back-bedroom, littered with trash, dirty plates, piss bottles, beer cans, liquor bottles, dirty laundry and an unmade bed.
It smells like shit in there, but you've been in this room for so long, that you don't notice the smell anymore. It smells like sweat, garbage dumpsters, open ass, and cum -- from the discarded old t-shirts which you use as cum-rags for your several-times-daily masturbating.
You are naked, on an old chair, with a towel beneath you and the chair. Your filthy unwashed asshole stains the towel BROWN with splotted splatches of filth where your disgusting NEET anus has sat, sweaty and stanking, for hours uncounted in the intermittently dark, unlit room, interspersed at times with the welcome intrepid presence of a bare lamp -- and there is but two unmistakable ever-present sound, unending, unceasing -- taptaptaptaptaptaptap. Click... clickclickclick. Tapatapatapatapatap. It's you. On your fucking computer, which itself growls a low electionic hummmmmmm as its dust-filled, never-cleansed, straining electronic innards buzz like testosterone-filled wasps. "Heh!" you can hear from the outside of your door. "Based!" a snide voice sneers. Beer cans fall over. "Fucking HELL!"
You open up your videogame of choice -- the thing you have spent approximately one-third of your life on -- I don't know, let's say World of Warcraft, FFXIV, Team Fortress 2, some autist shit like that -- and proceed to suck ass at playing it. Your worried parent hears every curse, every groan, every moan. But they know they can't say anything to break you out from this malaise. It's been over a decade of you living like this. You can't be dissuaded, confronted, challenged, or changed. You are a pig in a pigsty. A kept pet. You cause only worry and shame to your parents.

You are a vtuber fan.