How was I holding? Well, I was doing fine—still got my job and all. That night that I played Street Fighter 6 with Juliet and Violet was memorable since it properly introduced me to Juliet. Without ever ‘meeting’ her, I don’t think I would go through the trouble of listening to her ASMR streams.

That was a week ago—now, my infatuation with Juliet was waning. Yes, I still was quite possibly addicted to her voice, but I haven’t talked to her since that night. My wanting to work out had hardly anything to do with her. Hell, I’m talking about ASMR, but I haven’t listened to any in a few nights. A pathetic excuse for a simpleton I am!

To tell you the truth, the morning after with me reading while listening to her ASMR? That only lasted about ten minutes until I was distracted by the thought of the ‘lost Elliott Sadler footage’. It’s probably the heaviest wreck in modern NASCAR that doesn’t have an angle of it occurring. It was a huge crash, Sadler’s car hitting the inside guardrail launching his car twenty feet into the air and bouncing it back onto the track—at least that’s what it looks like what happened. There’s no way we’ll ever know definitively since there’s no good angles on it. The best we have are fan angles that are from a half mile away recorded on an iPhone 5. Some in the NASCAR community believe that NASCAR is intentionally hiding the footage, as if there was something there they didn’t want us to see. Sadler’s car flying up in the air too high, the way the engine tears away from the car, how violent it is, or a million other things they don’t want us to see. I believe that there’s nothing to hide. I mean, NASCAR has shown worse. All the TV cameras were already focused on Kurt Busch, who was crashing in front of Sadler. There’s one camera where you can briefly see Sadler hit the guardrail, reinforced by the Earth, and bounce back at a force that’ll make you wince. The result of the crash left Sadler’s car in the middle of the track, with two wheels off and the engine a considerable distance away, among pounds of dirt littering Ponoco’s upper-triangle portion, where turn two is. For those not in the know, Ponoco, the race track where this happened, is a triangle-shaped track–neither here nor there, but it’s a neat oddity. There’s a good point made by the Elliott Sadler Crash Conspiracy people that NASCAR withheld onboard camera footage from other cars that could’ve potentially had an angle on it. There’s a good chance they were in a position where that wasn’t possible. Maybe they were and NASCAR decided to hide that along with other footage not seen suited to air to the public. It really doesn’t matter in the end, since Elliott Sadler was able to walk away from the crash and able to race the next week. I do, however, want to see the wreck. And the fact that it’s the only wreck where there’s no good footage does annoy me. Also, it’s a silly conspiracy, which is the best kind of conspiracy.

Well, anyways, watching that got me off of Juliet’s ASMR video, and I didn’t go back go watching it afterward. I got up and decided to hop on my computer for a bit. Do some goofing off on there before work. I forgot what I even did before going in. It was a boring day.

I’ve played only a little Street Fighter since then—my interest in that was also waning. It was fun, but it also had its issues. I haven’t seen Juliet online too, so I couldn’t play it cool and try to play some with her. I never added her on Discord too so all I have to go off of was what she said on Twitter and YouTube. Asking Violet about her would be a bit creepy as well. That’s what I thought it would look like. There’s also the factor that a lot of her job relies not on having suitors like myself successfully injecting themselves into her life. With Violet, it was different because she had no interest in me romantically and vice versa. With Juliet, I’d be lying if I didn’t have ulterior motives. Even if I didn’t act on them, simply motioning to Violet that I wanted to play with her more could be crossing the line. If not worse, it could make Juliet feel uncomfortable, which was the last thing I wanted to do. The fact that I was thinking about it this deep would creep her out already. It probably wasn’t that deep, but I wasn’t going to push the envelope and potentially get her in trouble.

As for today, I was chilling at work. You know, the usual. I’m a lazy fuck, but days like this killed me. Time was slowing down as you read this. I’m sure you understand what I’m talking about if you’ve ever worked in retail. I was counting down the hours until I could get the hell out of there. I mean, really, I wasn’t doing anything here other than walking in circles. But I’m paid to be there, whether I have something to do or not. They’re paying for my time, not for my skill set. As if fulfillment was hard in the first place. As long as you could handle walking a lot you could do it. That was the condition. Some days you’d have a lot of stuff to fulfill, but most days it was slim pickings. The old cashier women often chirp about how I ‘ain’t doin' nothin’’ if I sit in the break room too much, which is funny considering their entire job is standing their asses (sitting in some cases!) in place. I don’t wanna hear anything from them—the only people I’ll accept it is from the janitor, who also often has quips like that. The difference is that: he’s funny, and he does the hardest job in the store. Cleaning up after others is a job I’d never want to have. I’d get too mad at customers for behaving like animals and not putting trash in the trash can. It’s incredible how messy some people are. Makes you wonder how they got this far. From what I’ve seen they have someone who tolerates, or even enables, that sort of behavior. Picking up after adult toddlers that can’t even find the time to flush the toilet after shitting in it, the only scarier thing being that there’s no toilet paper in the shitter along with the shit, which definitely didn’t come out of your ass clean. I didn’t want to know how many pairs of underwear they went through in a year. Also, there’s always pee on the floor, which while I can’t say I’m not above doing from time to time on accident, the fact that it’s there and needs to be cleaned daily would piss me off. I could do what those old hens did better than they did it, but I would never want to clean up after others more than I already did.

Out of site from any customers or managers, I checked YouTube to see what was up. Juliet was at the top—that was the norm ever since last week. It was like YouTube knew I wanted her. Even after deleting the ASMR streams, she was on there. Anyways, she was at the top and was streaming. As far as I could tell, she usually steamed late in the afternoon. It was around 5 PM, so it was a bit early for her, but I wasn’t gonna complain. None of her fans were going to either.

Tuning in, she was playing Minecraft. She often played Minecraft—it was the second most popular type of stream behind the ASMR ones. Well, any stream she did was bound to be popular. She was a beacon of light. Most VTubers could be described as that, but she was the real deal in my opinion. It was hard to describe. I had no idea what she looked like, and wasn’t going to try to dig that deep. All I had was her voice and her model. That being said, what really attracted me to her was how friendly she was. How easy to get along with she was. Not only that, but how genuine it felt. Watching her, she was the same as she was when I played with her. A cynic could say that she was putting out that front because she knew who her audience was—lonely nerds. Mostly men, but women and anyone in between also were part of her fanbase. Juliet wasn’t discriminatory. None of the corporate VTubers were—the whole point was to entertain, not to lecture. There was a smaller VTuber that I saw a clip of once that was parroting /pol/tard talking points—now THAT was pandering to an audience. Yes, women can be hateful. More than men in some cases! But conceiving your VTuber around being vaguely socially far-right and being ‘based’ comes off as ‘I’m not like the other tubers’ to me. A pick-me-tuber, not a VTuber. Like she’s trying to sell me something. In this case, the thing being sold is “a VTuber that confirms your priors”. I know there’s probably a score of far-left VTubers, but all of them are one thousand percent independent. They were probably as obnoxious as the other girl I was talking about as well. Their material analysis was probably dogshit as well—many leftists online were so purely based on ‘vibes’, never doing any reading other than posts and the occasional article. Their heart is in the right place, but they’re unqualified to dissect modern society any further than ‘shit’s fucked’ and ‘crapitalism amirite?’. No shit. That wasn’t telling anything new, and it definitely wasn’t separating you from any other ‘analyst’. You could hardly call that analyzing. A critique, yes, but a trite one a teenager could point out. I wasn’t interested in that, just as I knew some far-right internet people saw through the ‘alt-right VTuber’ angle. Most of them probably thought it was gay. They said it, not me. I think others knew it was a bit of a sham but went along with it anyways, since the representation was all that mattered. Wasn’t for me. I didn’t need to have my beliefs reinforced for me—I wouldn’t believe in them if their premise was that flimsy. I could be proven wrong and there be a ‘far-left VTuber’ that doesn’t sound like an idiot, but I wasn’t going to look out for one because I quite honestly didn’t care that much. I barely watched them in the first place! I could do the reading myself if I cared that much.

“You gonna work sometime today?”

Oh shit! I’ve been staring at my phone for about…two minutes now. That was Chester, the custodian of the store. He was going along with a broom, sweeping any potential dust that potentially was on the floor. I was taking the piss a bit—he was the guy that did clean up piss after all.

“Can’t you tell I’m hard at it!?”

I had great respect for Chester since he was the one willing to clean up after others. Yes, he was getting paid to do it, but probably the same as I was. In a just world he’d be making the most out of all of us.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say…” He chuckled as he walked off continuing his duties. With his job, he always had something to do. Even when the restrooms were clean and the bins were empty. I’d often see him sitting down in the break room taking a breather. He was an older man, so it was understandable that he couldn’t walk around for eight hours straight. Anyone who complained about him taking an extended break could fuck off in my opinion.

Back on my original train of thought–Juliet was playing Minecraft. From the gist of it, she was building on this stream. Me, I was more of a miner when I played Minecraft. I loved the idea of having the most diamonds out of anybody in the server. Plus it’s easy to zone out and chill while doing it. When you’re a teenager anyway. Now I found it a bit boring. I’m a complete dimwit when it comes to building–a wooden shack was the most creative I’ve ever gotten. Of course, the shack would have a basement which had a tunnel that led to the bedrock. I’m sure her doing a mining stream would be enjoyable as well, since anything she did on stream was enjoyable.

I had no idea what she was building. Well, that was because I wasn’t actively watching the screen, as I was technically at work, but still, it didn’t seem like she was doing that much construction. It wasn’t that strange when I thought about it. She was taking her time to talk with her chat, which I didn’t really care for. They were the same as any other chat. Well, to be fair, they weren’t that bad. They were tolerable. But I still wasn’t there to hear from them–I was here to listen to Juliet. They all were as well, but I wasn’t at liberty to try to get her attention like they were. Ho hum.

By this point, I had put an earpod on and had her stream going while walking around the store. In a way, it kind of matched her vibe. The plants and decor that littered the store that is. Being Hobby Lobby, a lot of the merchandise either had a giant American flag, something Christian on it, or even occasionally had a vaguely right-wing message on it like a ‘Thin Blue Line’ wall decoration. Not my style, but if it plays it stays. Other than that, Hobby Lobby resembled a Michaels/Jo-Ann Fabric. A generally ‘clean’ feeling, like one you’d feel at a new home…okay, I don’t think this analogy is working well. The point was that her aura was alluring, and even without knowing that much about her I was attracted to the point where I saw her everywhere. She reminded me of home.

Listening to her while strolling around the store, it was less distracting than I thought it would be. I had only one earpod in, as accepted by managers, so I could hear the outside world. Unfortunately, it overpowered Juliet’s stream. It was a shame, but it was all I could do at the moment. I could turn her up, but then the situation would change to her overpowering anything around. Work wasn’t the place to blow my ears out, albeit I really wanted to do it–not just because it was her, but because I could also tune out customers. But I didn’t have that gall.

The topics she was discussing were varying—right now they were discussing music.

“Should I do a karaoke stream soon guys? It’s been a while~”

VTubers, great singers or not, often hosted streams where they performed karaoke, the genre of songs varying. With their general audience, songs from anime, games, and even from vocaloid were often popular choices. Of course they would also sing songs from the radio, sticking to contemporary mainstream pop, rock, hip-hop, and so on. Due to the nature of karaoke requiring the instrumentals of copyrighted songs, these streams were never saved on the VTuber’s channel—fans instead would unofficially archive it on their own channel. Some even went further into detail, splitting uploads by the song rather than by the stream. I think it was technically a no-no to do that, but as long as you kept it low key, it wasn’t a problem. As it stood, I’ve never heard her sing karaoke—she did have a few covers and original songs on her channel, however. That added to the ‘idol’ aspect of VTubing.

I could envision chat clambering for her to do one as soon as possible, just as they would want her to do ASMR. I could imagine that karaoke streams were one of the best to witness live. Living in the moment with your oshi singing tunes that you all remember and love sounds like a good time. Yes, it was at its core watching someone sing on the Internet, but with the camaraderie VTuber communities had, you were never alone. Hell, I’m sure that there have been live watch parties for karaoke streams—there are VTuber-oriented conventions that have started popping up around. Only a few, but that’s a few more than there were a couple of years ago. Michael gets paid to ‘appear’ at some.

“I’ll see if I can fit one in this week~.” Her slightly teasing tone suggested that it would happen sooner rather than later. I didn’t have her schedule up, but it was almost certain that she had a few days open. While VTubers are busier than their sometimes light schedule would suggest, she should be able to squeeze in a karaoke stream one of those nights.

As for me, I really did need to do something soon. I hadn’t even looked at my Zebra device in like ten minutes–I should check it now…oh shit. Better get on that. I’ll tune in again later if she’s still online.

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[“[…]also! I’ve been playing some Street Fighter 6! I played with Violet and Francis’s roomie-san. It was quite a blast!”]

Roommate. The fucking roommate.

It was bad enough that she was obligated to talk to those pig-disgusting DudeTubers. I fucking hated them all since they were only around for the fujoshits to throw money at. Those bitches throw money at anything. They have no standard. No self-respect at all. Not that they deserve any respect since they all acted like rabid degenerates, which they were. Fujoshits were the worst.

“What the fuck, this motherfucker.” I was still in disbelief at what I was hearing. This scumbag was everywhere trying to ruin my life. First, he canoodles with Violet, trying to make her more of a whore than she already was. And NOW. NOW he’s trying to defile Juliet…my lovely Juliet.

I’m not insane, but I know Juliet and I are meant for each other…okay, I knew that wasn’t true, but it was my fantasy. So what if it was cringeworthy, it was nowhere near as bad as the wokies that label any character they like ‘gay’. Unfortunately, they were having their wish fulfilled more and more as the Cultural Marxist movement advanced worldwide. Either way, reality only got in the way of these freaks who littered the internet by the pallet. My fantasy, however, was rooted in reality. Juliet’s voice was magical. It was what I imagined what heaven would sound like. Not to mention that her model had mega milkers and a similarly pale skin tone. Thankfully, all corpo VTubers had white skin–they haven’t submitted to modernity to that extent. Thank god. As you could tell, I held Juliet in high esteem, something that’s rare. Almost every woman, VTuber or real, disappointed me. The corpo VTuber sphere was the only sphere left in the West that had objectionably good morals. I doubt I’d ever meet Juliet, but if I did, I would do whatever it took to make it work. It had to work. She was the most beautiful woman that had ever existed in my eyes. And unlike the various waifu I’ve had in the past, she was the real deal.

No, I haven’t seen her in real life yet. I haven’t even seen any leaked pictures of her online yet. There were websites that had that information. They posted about it on the Virtual YouTubers board as well sometimes. There were some VTubers whose identity was obvious. They used the same voice that they used in their past life. A retard could put two and two together. That only applied to a few VTubers in the corpo life. For most, their past life was kept secret from the public life. HOWEVER…if you’re interested, which I am since I need to know, you can get the information from certain websites. Also from the VTuber board, but that usually gets taken down quick. There are Twitter accounts that dabble in it, but they’re flooded by summerfags and phone posters. ESL miscreants as well. The best site is hosted by a guy that doesn’t speak English, so the information from him is word salad, but you get all the first-hand information from the links, images, and videos. For Juliet, there is no real information about her real-life identity. She has had a past live as another VTuber, but ‘she’ had a similar motif. ‘She’ was as pure as she was now. No signs of a boyfriend, unlike so many other of these whore VTubers that had a boyfriend in the past, or have one now. Some rrats were bullshit, but more often than not they were true. If that’s not sad enough, get this. There are cucks out there that watch whore VTubers that publically date men. Have them in their Twitter bio. Go on dates. God knows what else. How sad is that? Thankfully Juliet has no communication with those whores, even though she does have communication with other people that do have communication with men, which is dangerous, along with the corpo-whores. As far as I know, Juliet lives alone in an apartment by herself with her cat, Bubbles. They both are vegan. I usually hate vegans, but she doesn’t talk about it that much, so it’s okay. She’s not like the other vegans. She’s been Juliet Cromwell for about three years now. Before, she was an independent VTuber who did mostly ASMR streams. That’s how I originally discovered her. I knew she was pure from the start, but I didn’t start watching her a lot until she debuted as Juliet. Her past life account had like 50,000 subscribers, which is a lot considering she never whored herself out like so many other of these VTubers. Once she had a corporation like NijiLive, which even if they tolerated employing lying whores, she would have financial backing. If only they cut out the whores and only let pure women in.

There were fewer and fewer pure VTubers out there in the corpo life. Most of them were never pure in the first place, but there has always been a special few. How can I tell? Digging into their past lives is the fastest method, but that info takes time to build up. Not every new corpo VTuber had such a public life before starting their new life. A shame, since it would be useful to find out if they were pure or a whore.

As for my senses (no ‘spidey sense’ because Spider-Man and capeshit were for fags and normies), I could tell if a VTuber was a whore or pure from one stream. I knew Violet Bridgewater, who on the surface was purity to the extreme, was in fact a giant lying fucking whore. First off, whenever a VTuber talks about their ‘brother’, most of the time they’re talking about their boyfriend. It’s a classic trick out of the Whore VTuber playbook. Anytime she has a ‘coughing fit’ on steam and has to mute? That’s her sucking her ‘brothers’ penis. It’s obvious if you pay attention to her while muted. Just thinking about how many ‘brothers’ she has makes me shudder. Violet is a whore on that account alone, but what was even more galling was her repeated instances of having men in her stream because having them in her mouth wasn’t enough for her. In particular, the roommate of Francis Fukuyama. Named after that liberal globalist. Globalism has imported a lot of degeneracy, but because of it I now have VTubers because of it. Anime too. It was only 99% bad. If it wasn’t obvious by now, the DudeTuber was worse. All of them were bad. Nothing good would ever come from men entering the VTuber scene. They only serve to muddy up the water. It would be one thing to have them segregated from the VTubers. That way there’s no way the VTubers can become whores. No streaming with men. No talking to men on Twitter, and if possible, no talking to men in real life. The only men they are allowed to talk to are management and fans they meet at events. That’s not ideal, but it’s a part of the business. They should not even mention men, unless fictional. ‘Mane-san’ is good enough. Vague enough. As for liking 2D men, I am currently torn. One the one hand, they aren’t real. On the other hand, it’s a slippery slope. I mean, there’s always the danger that the character they like could have dark skin. They would be promoting miscegenation. It’s a very slippery slope. Good thing almost every character in anime is white. Japanese, but still pale enough to create the perfect pure babies. If a VTuber gets a boyfriend, they should respect their fans and immediately graduate. If they lie about not having a boyfriend before becoming a VTuber, then their contract should be terminated immediately. No woman that has ever had a boyfriend should ever be allowed to be a VTuber. The fact that there are corporations out there that promote that behavior is sickening. While there are many NijiLive and AnyClover VTubers that have a boyfriend, none of them publicly advertise this. Both companies, thankfully being run by the Japanese, understand that mixing purities with impurities will only result in further impurities. Even if they willingly ignore the fact that many of their VTubers have boyfriends secretly, they at least don’t advertise it as if it were a good thing. It was merely an externality of existing in the modern Western World. The pure ones tend to stay pure, and the whores whore out. Of course, I ignored the whores. Within those corps, there was no degeneracy disguised as ‘progressivism’. They haven’t crossed that line yet, but this fucking roommate is trying to change that.

Watching VTubers takes up most of my anime-watching time now, but there’s still some good anime out there. Japan hasn’t bowed down to the degenerate West yet, but it’s starting to seep in. There’s anime out there sponsored by Netflix. Disgusting. That being said, anime, manga, light novels, and doujinshi all had a built-in advantage–the women were 2D. 2D women are perfect in every way. You can mold them into what you want to see. You can’t do that with 3D women. It’s considered sexist and misogynistic. Hah! If 3D women weren’t such whores, then there wouldn’t be a need to change them. 2D women are much easier to change anyway since they don’t exist. They can be as skinny or fat as you want. Could be a cutting board or have cowtits. Could be a christmas cake or a loli (who was 18 or 3000 years old). Hell, you could make them a whore if you wanted to for whatever reason. There is a deluge of weeaboos and Japanese otaku that love NTR. On sad panda, the most popular doujin had it. I admit, I have fapped to NTR doujin quite a bit. I know, I know, but you have to understand. Those doujin have the best quality 2D babes. The best drawn. The sexiest. They had Dat Ass. Mega Milk. You name it. Plus the whores usually get karmic justice in the end for being a whore. So you get to bust then get the moral of the story. My go doujin category was ‘shota’, which while being morally as questionable as NTR, I found comfort in self-inserting as the boy. Women, even whores, are nicer to boys than they are to men. Fantasy is fantasy, real is real. Fapping aside, the main reason–MY main reason–why 2D was so much better than 3D, was because 2D women would never judge you for who you are. On top of being whores, 3D women are also often judgemental to a degree that makes you question who’re the real sexists. There were no tsundere women in real life, unfortunately. Just mean bitchy whores. 2D women weren’t all built equal. There were some I hated, like the bitch that humped the table in Code Geass. The difference, however, is that 2D women could always be changed, while a 3D woman would be that same bitchy whore until the day she reaps what she sows. I’ve watched over a thousand anime series. While only a hundred of them could be described as ‘good’ plot-wise, most of them have at least one waifu in them. A waifu a day made laifu less gray. Many days spent inside my room were made meaningful once I saw a waifu on my computer screen. In fact, about twenty years of my life were spent approximately this way. But eventually, the luster starts to wear off. There are only so many waifu out there. The plural of waifu is waifu, by the way. Watching a thousand anime series, I’ve started to notice similarities between series. That, with anime increasingly becoming a normie hobby, has drawn me away from it.

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Who I am isn’t important. By now, I recognize myself more by what I want to protect than by my physical form. My only joy in life at this point came from watching purity in action. Games haven’t satisfied me in years. Visual novels are okay, but they didn’t hit the spot like they used to fifteen years ago. Ever since the West has shitted up the market with their own visual novels, quality has decreased while quantity has gone up. The worst are the ones that are made tongue-in-cheek, with a hint of irony that infests so much shit made by Americans. Katawa Shoujo was a mistake, even if I liked it at the time. I don’t play FPSes as none of them are good anymore. ASSFAGGOTS were never good. WoW took some of my time back when it came out, but I didn’t care for MMOs now. FFXIV’s community was too filled with whores and trannies for me to want to play. WoW was probably the same by now. My income was strained (a consequence of the way I live), so I rarely bought games, new or old. Torrenting is still the way to go.

My income. Speaking about that. As someone who was on disability, my ‘paycheck’, if you can call it that, was small. I suffered from arthritis. From gaming too much. I managed to get accepted without trying that hard. COVID didn’t change my routine–those checks were awesome. Someone like me who gets kicked around a lot doesn’t get a lot of wins. Trump might be a whore-enabler, but he could be quite based at times too. Whores hated him, so he had to be doing something right. Before that, I was living off my grandparents, ‘caretaking’. They could take care of themselves. Their house was big enough for three, and my room fit a bed and a desk, which was all I needed. They would never go into my room. Lucky me, since I could have all my posters on my wall and my anime figures on shelves. They were less judgmental about my interests than my parents. Thankfully, they lived in an area that had fast internet pretty early on, which I convinced them to get. My grandfather invested a lot into stocks, so he had a lot of money saved up for retirement. He worked in a nuclear energy plant and made a fuckton of money. Not CEO money, but enough to afford a two-story house with a basement. He WAS a boomer, so that house wasn’t expensive, which meant he had more money. He retired when he was sixty, which was around when I moved in with him and my grandmother. I feel conflicted about moving in after he retired. I could’ve started a career at the nuclear plant and made a lot of money like him. Then, it would be very easy to find a pure girl to marry and make lots of white kids with. That being said, it was a lot easier for him than it would be for me. It’s a whole different world out there. Sometimes conservatives point out how ‘now’ companies are too woke, but in fact, they were already twenty years ago. At least that’s how the nuclear plant was. I never applied for a job there, but I’m sure if I got one, I would hate it. Finding a pure girl to marry wasn’t a process that would be done in a day. Or even in a week. There were only a few pure girls out there in a sea of whores. The issue of going out to meet women is that all of them are whores that only do that. The pure girls are doing something else. Meeting them could only be by chance, so it could take months to meet a pure enough girl. Years even. I could never handle working at that shithole for that long. It’s nothing like it used to be. Watching anime and playing games was more appealing than working there in the first place. That, and I eventually bought into the ‘3DPD’ philosophy. These days I’m not as adamant about sticking to only 2D women, but the culture back then made it hard for me to ever consider 3D. Again, those who think it’s bad now should consider how bad it already was. Mainstream culture has always pushed for women to be impure whores that sleep with as many men as possible. It does in 2023, and it did in 2003. The only difference now is that women can also be queer while being whores. As if one wasn’t already bad enough. And now men can become women now too. That’s now an issue, even though trannies existed back then too. I don’t like them because most of them are commies that encourage degeneracy, but they aren’t as bad as whores or whore-enablers. They would be better if they weren’t so political. In that climate, just as now, I could never find a woman who wasn’t ruined by popular culture. Thankfully, there’s a country in the Far East that understands that women have to be pure. Yes, glorious Japan. The first years of watching anime were the last time I had fun constantly. Getting home after school and watching Dragon Ball Z and Naruto. I’m not into shounen anymore, but teenager me was really into those normie anime. Eventually, I learned how to torrent, which made watching anime a lot easier. Once I got my grandparents to get faster internet, it was easier to torrent and watch anime like Genshiken, Haruhi, and K-On!, which I consider to be a prime example of purity. Normies like it because the music is good and because the girls are cute. They’re right on both counts, but that’s not the point. K-On! is one of the best anime ever based on purity. Even if Sawako-sensei more than likely had a boyfriend in the past, I don’t consider herself a whore. She is one of the reformers, only possible due to it being anime. Manga if we’re being anal about it. There aren’t many, if any, reformers in real life.

Why? Why go through all of this? To exist is to be in pain. To exist without purpose is misery. I have gone to bed many days and spent all night awake without meaning. As a child, it didn’t matter that there was no reason to live because I was still pure. Video games, anime–they were always there for me, even when nothing else was. Once elementary school turned into middle school, the bullying intensified and made my life hell. The bullying was typical. Making fun of my Pokemon card collection. By the end of elementary school, it was ‘gay’. Bullies could call me a ‘boy liker’ for playing card games, but I got into trouble for telling them to go to hell. Of my Dragon Ball Z-themed Hawaiian shirt. They wouldn’t dare make fun of the black kids that liked DBZ, but I was free game because ‘it was only considered anime when I watched it’. I had my PSP taken from me in school once, only for it to be in my locker later with ‘PSP = PANSY SUCKING PENIS’ written in white paint on the back. It took me forever to get that off, only for bullies to take my DS a week later and hang it from the flagpole. When that came down, I saw that they wrote ‘DS = DICK SUCKER’ on the back of it, which caused it to be confiscated by the school. A day in the front office trying to explain that it was the bullies that wrote that, and not me advertising my so-called services. Those front-office ladies were nice, but borderline-retarded when it comes to anything technology-related. Fighting back was nearly impossible, since I always got in trouble AND I didn’t want to risk getting beat up. While I was called a faggot and queer, I was never swirlied, and the one time I got wedgied, the bully got caught and got in trouble (for once). Pantsing was more common, although still not that common. I’d take getting pantsed a hundred times before one wedgie. Both are embarrassing, but only one is painful. My life has been hell constantly, wavering from being ‘meh’, which is how life was between the early and late 2010s, to ‘FUCK THIS GAY LIFE, I WANT TO DIE AND TAKE YOU WITH ME’, which peaked in high school, and has been creeping back into my life in the last few years.

I tried to deny that I ever needed a woman in my life for decades. From the early days of /a/ until around five years ago, I was convinced that there was no pure woman for me. The ones that were pure were either normalfags that had nothing in common with me or landwhales that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. In high school, I had tried to keep the faith. There was a girl, Molly, who was a grade up who was always nice to me when we talked. She was a normie, but her brother was autistic and was in the Anime Club, which I also attended. Before you ask, NO, i’m not on the spectrum. Despite her normalfag-status, Molly was knowledgeable about many things that her little brother liked. She was very pretty too. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, so there was never a chance for us to go out. He was a jock that was on the football team, but he was nice the few times he was with her when they picked up her autistic brother. I wasn’t set in my ways just yet–she would’ve been an exception to me if she broke up with him. They dated all throughout high school, further proving how un-whorish Molly was. Either way, I don’t think I would have ever had the guts to ask her out. I never asked a girl out. To this day. I still haven’t. The girls that were in the Anime Club were all ugly. Most of them didn’t have boyfriends and were pure out of sheer hideousness, while some of them were whores that fucked anything that walked. One of them even tried to get close to me. I only gained interest once she lost hers, then lost mine when I came to my senses. I was desperate back then. Once I was out of high school, my opportunities to talk to women decreased drastically. During the one semester at community college I attended, I only got a few chances. All the girls in my group assignments were whores or fugly. My grades were never that good–studying got in the way of anime and gaming. After that semester, I decided to call it quits, since there wasn’t an obligation to go to school anymore. Community college was a fresh breath of air compared to public school. I wasn’t bullied once. I even remember seeing other nerds hook up a GameCube to a TV in the cafeteria to hold impromptu Melee tournaments. They smelled like shit and had too many landwhales around for me ever to join. The flip side to that was that now I wasn’t the easiest to pick on. Especially on Fridays when they would take the CRT and play Smash.

Where did my pain come from? Was it because I had been a shut-in shunned from society? Yes, that’s painful, but that’s a result of how rotten society is these days. I’d rather stay in than go outside and get soiled. That pain, while being felt, was minor compared to the pain I felt when reminded of how promiscuity and whorishness was promoted. Not even for extreme whores and sluts, which you know are gonna whore and slut around anyways, but for crypto-whores as well. The ones that didn’t know how much of a whore they were. They could’ve been saved, but society further pushes them into temptation. Any socializing could turn into an opportunity to be a whore. Parties are the epicenter of this. They were meant for debauchery such as whoring around. Even birthday parties aren’t safe if it’s a party for someone my age. ‘Hanging out’ was a slippery slope with women. The tough part was that it had the potential to turn into a whore-off if it was all women hanging out, and it could turn into one of my hentai if it was one woman with many men. The plural of hentai is hentai, by the way. Even activities such as going to the movies had the potential to be purity-ruining. Going through the drive-thru, the man at the window could ask for her number and they could be having sex as soon as later that night. All it took was one random man to talk to a woman he was sitting next to at an opportune time, and it could go downhill. The fact that that could happen to women, especially ones that I liked always ate at me. In my youth, I struggled to come to terms with this. I even contemplated abandoning those principles in high school. Knowledge comes with experience. For most of the second part of my life, I hid behind the fact that 2D was always there for me. They still are. Will always be. But at the end of the day, those 2D waifu are only figments of your imagination. I considered getting a tulpa for a time. Reading stories of bronies that fucked up their tulpa scared me away from ever taking the idea seriously. While a waifu is much easier to imagine than a cartoon horse, there are still so many ways it can go wrong. Her eyes could be too big. Her boobs could be too small. She could have the voice of a drug-addict-whore. She could be continuously screaming at all times, like what happened to that one horsefucker. You can’t get rid of your tulpa, which sounds good until you want to get rid of her. Plus it would take so much time for one to appear. The process could take months, much too long for a potentially disappointing result.

In lieu of not getting a tulpa, I found something else. Rather, something else started to take off, effectively creating a new form of entertainment. Virtual YouTubing. It had been around for half a decade now. But at first, VTubers were hard to find–there were only a few out there. Mizuno Ai, who many consider the first VTuber, was really nothing more than a tech demo for future VTubers. She was a lot of fun, although we never got to see much of her in the end. The first streaming VTubers were Japanese. I needed subtitles to understand what they were saying. I loved listening and watching them, but I could never fully grasp what they were doing.

English-speaking VTubers started appearing on YouTube in 2020. On 4chan, the discussion of VTubers until then was on /jp/. When English-speaking VTubers started taking off, it wasn’t long until a new board was made specifically for them. Until 2020, I had only paid some attention to VTubers. While my love of anime was waning, I still haven’t found the full glory that are VTubers yet. Translated clips from Japanese VTubers filled the heart, but my lack of moonrune skills led me to not being able to enjoy them live. With English VTubers, I wouldn’t need to learn another language to be able to join in.

From the start, I was hooked. Mizuno Ai was only slightly interesting to me, but being able to watch these girls stream every day was something else. More amazing was the fact that they sometimes played games I played as well! Or games I was interested in playing. Most important of all, they were pure. They were in the ‘2.5D’ category. There was a woman behind the model, but the model was all we saw. There was also a shitton of fanart of the VTubers, a lot of it high quality. Needless to say, I was in heaven.

That was, until reality set in, and I started to realize that some of these VTubers were whores. In Japan, VTubers are forbidden from having boyfriends. The DudeTubers are usually forbidden from collaborating with the VTubers. This is akin to the way Japanese idols are. Other than listening to anime OSTs, I was never that into idol groups. 3DPD also means Japanese women–although I would be remiss to disclose that I have fapped to JAVs on multiple occasions. It hits me like a bad itch. While it was still porn, which is whorery of the highest order, it being Japanese women being fucked balanced it out. Back on topic–this wasn’t always the case in the West. There were English VTubers who had boyfriends. I don’t know if I said this earlier, but there were companies that even allowed their VTubers to have boyfriends. Allowed. They were a disgrace to VTubing, but I was glad that they at least admitted their whorery. Made me less guilty when I fapped to them. There was a second, not so secret, group of English VTubers that had boyfriends, but in secret. That was the group that Violet was in, and the one that Juliet was about to be forced into if that fucking roommate doesn’t go away. If you ask them directly, you’ll get banned from chat. That’s retarded to do anyway. They’ll lie through their teeth. Deny it. Deflect. To get the truth, you have to go to the secret sites. I’m not giving them out. Lurk moar. There, you can find out if they have had a boyfriend in the past. Sometimes it’s that case closed. Other times, you have to pick up on hints. The amount of times a VTuber collabs with a DudeTuber multiplies the chance that they’re a whore. Violet is a whore on that count as well, which is…three strikes? Four? I don’t know if that’s an out in baseball, but you get the picture. She was never confirmed to have a boyfriend on the secret sites. Hell, there’s not much about her on there, other than her past lives. But once you think about it, it’s obvious. Her ‘friendship’ with the roommate only further confirms this. Juliet on the other hand, never collaborated with DudeTubers. NijiLive was better about this than AnyClover. If she did, it was on an official stream, or one with a fuckton of other VTubers. It still wasn’t ideal, but it limited the amount of time they talked to each other. The less, the better. Less painful and irritating. One-on-one sessions, like what Juliet implied, were another thing. You had no one else to talk to but your opponent. There was always a chance that they weren’t in a voice call, but given how online VTubers are, it was a given that at least they were in one. If he was on was another question. Given that he was in a voice call in Violet’s chat when she played CS:GO gives me the impression he was in the Street Fighter call as well, since he’s Violet’s ‘friend’. Which would technically make it a one-on-one-on-one session, but that hardly makes it better in this situation. I don’t know how long they played, but I know a fighting game set takes about five minutes to do. And they didn’t only play one, that’s for sure. Fighting game players like to do ‘first to ten’ or ‘first to thirty’ matches, which can take hours if closely fought. I have no idea how good the roommate is at fighting games, but I know Juliet is ass at them. Admittedly, I was in a fit of rage right now, but I think I heard her say that she barely won the set. At least she won. Makes him look weak–although that also could be a ploy by him to look emasculate, like those male feminists. I can’t know, since their matches were held in private, but I know he put on a gay little voice while playing CS:GO with Violet. I remember the /vt/ thread. Anon said that the roommate kept it up all the time. The guy is good about hiding his identity. Not that a voice recording from CS:GO would get us anywhere, but it would be better than a falsetto and a only somewhat audible yell in the background. I remember that, because it was later linked in that thread. Not enough to identify shit. The time he played CS:GO, his name was ‘roommate’. It’s a private Steam account. Looking it up on Steam brought up a thousand results. Only three fit the description, and they were all private. So another dead end. There was not much to go off of to find out who this guy was. There wasn’t any information about him on the secret sites. Seems that no one else wanted to stop this guy. Concerning.

Why did I want to know who he was? To teach him a lesson. This man was abusing his privilege of being a DudeTuber’s roommate in order to get with VTubers. Violet was one thing because she’s a whore. I’ve been over this before. But Juliet...Juliet was crossing a red line. There have been other pure VTubers that became whores. Just thinking about them sickens me. I wasn’t able to stop them. Juliet is in deep trouble right now…if she gets lured by his manipulative words, she will become a whore. There are other VTubers out there, yes. But Juliet is my favorite. My oshi. My waifu, if you will. My number one. That being taken away from me would be soul-crushing. It would be NTR, but in real life. There are two things I can do: Wait and watch her potentially become a whore, or stop him by any means. Right now, I’m so infuriated that I’m pursuing option two.

I knew he lived on the East Coast. According to Francis’s information on his fan wiki page, he moved there from the West Coast. That cuts it down to about fifty million men it could be. Better than one-hundred-and-fifty million. This was going to take some time.

There were two options–I could go on 4chan and make a thread about it. I rarely post on there, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If there are no bites, then I’ll remake the thread in twelve hours, and so on. If it never catches on, then I might have to move on to the second option–make a thread on PeachPastures. PeachPatstures wasn’t really a website meant for VTubers, but this fit the scope of it. I didn’t have an account on there, but again, I was willing to sign up to acquire information. As long as I was able to convince them that he was trying to piggyback off of Francis to get with VTubers then I could potentially get people to look further into it. Get a dox. On /vt/, there was no guarantee that I would get anything useful. On PeachPastures, the worst that could happen is that I make a poorly worded post and no one responds. In the meantime, I need to dig further into the details about him. Or rather, Francis. His real name isn’t known, all that I knew was his past life’s names. He moved to the East Coast around a year and a half ago, and once said that he doesn’t live near the coast. Francis, and more importantly the roommate, are located somewhere in the hinterlands of the East Coast, near a huge lake. Francis has given out that much about where he lives. ‘Near the coast’ may have different definitions from Francis to me, but it does rule out some major cities. Miami, Washington D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City, Cleveland, and Detroit. I could count out the entire state of Florida along with much more of the inland, but I’ll keep my scope broad for now. The ‘near a huge lake’ hint will take some time to investigate. I’ll have to define what ‘big lake’ means, and then go from there. I’m already counting out the Great Lakes. If he lived near one, it would be ‘near the coast’. That only simplifies things some. It’s all I can do for now, unfortunately. I would have to start watching his streams and being a regular in his threads. I need to gain information on him as well because it’ll lead me to the man I want.

There was no time to waste–time to go on /vt/ and make that thread.

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MAP OF WHERE ROOMMATE COULD BE LOCATED. RED = NO, TRANSPARENT YELLOW = DOUBTFUL. Searching within the area not colored will save me time while still giving me a broad scope.

POSSIBLE ‘BIG LAKES’ THAT FRANCIS FUKUYAMA AND THE ROOMMATE LIVE BY: Lake Champlain, Moosehill Lake, Clarks Hill Lake, Lake Hartwell, Oneida Lake, Lake Murray, Lake Winnipesaukee, Walter F George Lake, Seneca Lake, Cayuga Lake, Lake Lanier, Lake Norman, Lake George, Great Sacandaga Lake, Smith Mountain Lake, Lake Oconee, Lake Keowee, Raystown Lake, Lake Jocassee, Squam Lake, Lake James, Lake Wallenpaupack, Blue Ridge Lake, Summersville Lake, Lake Bomoseen, Lake Placid, Lake Willoughby, Lake Rabun, Lake Harmony.

These lakes are littered all throughout the East Coast. Many in the Northeast and many in the Southeast as well. The ones in the North tended to be less populated, while the ones down South were huger. I had twenty-nine lakes listed above–one of them was bound to be the right one. There was always the chance that Francis and the roommate did not live anywhere near stated on secret pages and he was throwing people like me off. I know that, but it was the best information I could go off of. It was the only information I had.

It would take an astounding amount of time to narrow down the twenty-nine lakes to a shortlist. As of right now, this was a one-man operation–my thread on the roommate had not gotten any interesting bites yet. Only one anon calling me a faggot. I expected this to happen. ‘Not your personal army’ was the rule if I remember. That rule had been dead for a while by now. Hell, I bet most of the summerfags and phoneposters on 4chan didn’t even know about the Rules of the Internet. It was no wonder they shit up wherever they go. Underage 4chan users always did that, no matter the year.

I had all the time in the world. It’s time to retake society and mold it to my will.