About Touhou, the games aren't that fun themselves, but the combination of good music, relaxing/fun plot and cute girls is more than enough to like it.
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Anonymous2013-02-21 20:04
Do you come from Pooshlmer or however the fuck you spell that?
>>10
Tsukasa is nice, and probably my second favorite, but my favorite is definitely Konata. I don't know why. I know that she's stuck-up and tries to hard to act cute all the time, but I still like her.
Patricia is definitely the worst. Nothing is more pathetic than a weeaboo who forces her parents to send her to Japan, to a crappy high school none the less, just to indulge her hobby. What a whore.
>>7
My favorite Touhou is Koakuma and she's a kike for her shameless exploitation of the holocaust.
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Anonymous2013-02-22 17:52
Rozen Maiden has ruined my life, like it has done to so many others.
Less than a week ago, I thought the premise of the show was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. Suiseiseki was just a meme, and I didn't even know any other characters. But then I watched the first episode. And then the second. And couldn't stop until I was done with Traumend. That was four days ago. By then, I was hopelessly entangled. I was in love with the show and the dolls. I started daydreaming that I was a member of the show's cast, or that I had a Rozen Maiden of my own. I suddenly had a craving for tea, so I went out and bought some, and it's all I've been drinking these past few days. And then it got even worse. Two days ago, I watched Overture. Now, I'm hopelessly in love with Suigintou. All I want from life is to be able to hold Suigintou and be able to cheer her up, make her happy again, so I can see her smile again. I fantasize about her becoming human, so I can go out with her, make sweet, sweet, love to her, and marry her and have a happy life with my dear Suigintou. The show's given me other side effects, too, which keep getting worse. Whenever I see porn or hentai now, all I can think is "no dolljoints, not hot." All I can fap to is Suigintou doujins. I see Shinku's face and get in a bloodcurdling rage like I've never felt before. She made my Suigintou cry! I've stopped caring about my car, which for years was everything to me. I've stopped caring about what I eat, except for a craving for Flowery Hamburger. I don't care about any other anime, manga, or any video games. My only realistic desire right now is for an accurate Suigintou doll that I can cuddle while I sleep. I get jealous when I see anyone talk about her or post her picture, and pissed off when I hear the word junk.
Come to me, Suigintou! I'll love you, let me make you happy! You're not junk, let me give you my devotion and love and you'll see that you don't need to be so sad!
Visual Basic has ruined my life, like it has done to so many others.
Less than a week ago, I thought the premise of the language was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. ENTERPRISE was just a meme, and I didn't even know any keywords. But then I wrote the first line. And then the second. And couldn't stop until I was done with my Excel clone. That was four days ago. By then, I was hopelessly entangled. I was in love with the language and the keywords. I started daydreaming that I was a member of the language's design group, or that I had a company of my own. I suddenly had a craving for Capitalisation, so I Started To Type Like This, And It's All I've Been Doing These Past Few Days. And Then It Got Even Worse. Two Days Ago, I Wrote An MSAccess Clone. Now, I'm Hopelessly In Love With Microsoft. All I Want From Life Is To Be Able To Hold Bill Gates And Be Able To Cheer Him Up, Make Him Happy Again, So I Can See Him Smile Again. I Fantasize About Him Buying Apple, So I Can Go Out With Him, Make Sweet, Sweet, Software With Him, And Marry Him And Have A Happy Life With Steve Jobs. The Language's Given Me Other Side Effects, Too, Which Keep Getting Worse. Whenever I See Code Or Documents Now, All I Can Think Is, "First Letter Not Capitalized, Not Right." All I Can Read Is Visual Basic Code. I See A C Programmer And Get In A Bloodcurdling Rage Like I've Never Felt Before. He Made My Language Die! I've Stopped Caring About My Cdr, Which For Years Was Everything To Me. I've Stopped Caring About What I Write, Except For A Craving For If And End If. I Don't Care About Any Other Language, Software, Or Any Abstract Bullshite. My Only Realistic Desire Right Now Is For An Accurate Keyboard That Can Automatically Make Me Type Like This. I Get Jealous When I See Anyone Talk About VB Or Post VB Code, And Pissed Off When I Hear The Word Junk.
Come To Me, Visual Basic! I'll Love You, Let Me Make You Happy! You're Not Junk, Let Me Give You My Devotion And Love And You'll See That You Don't Need To Be So Sad!
>>29
if it isn't delicious dolljoints, it is crud.
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Anonymous2013-02-23 8:03
le junk face
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Anonymous2013-02-24 20:14
"Does master want Suiseiseki to give him a footrub-desu?" she purred.
"No thank you," I said. "I'm rather tired. You should retire to your box."
"But master-sama, Suiseiseki doesn't like her box-desu! I want to sleep in master-sama's bed-desu!"
"Not tonight. You'll do as you're told."
"Why doesn't master-sama have real girls in his bed?"
"What?!"
"Is master-sama's penis too small for real girls?"
"Why aren't you saying desu?"
"Does he have to use dolls instead?"
"SAY DESU! SUISEISEKI FINISHES HER SENTENCES WITH DESU!"
"Master-sama showed Suiseiseki his penis once."
"DESU! MASTER-SAMA SHOWED SUISEISEKI HIS PENIS ONCE DESU!"
"It was too small even for dolls."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT SUISEISEKI!"
With my right hand I snatched a pair of scissors from my desk and mashed them continually into her face. Her little body was smashed into kindling but I did not stop. Until her screams began to sound a bit like my voice, and I remembered that dolls did not scream, and they did not bleed. Suddenly there was feeling in my left hand for the first time in weeks. I lifted it out of the doll's wreckage, covered in splinters and dripping from scissored wounds. How long had my hand been inside there? How long had I been inside here, alone in my one-room apartment, talking to myself, going mad?
The bolt scraped rust from the latch as I stepped outside. My eyes hurt, god the horizon ... it was a deal larger than 19 inches diagonally. But after five steps my breath quickened and my chest tightened and I turned back. Enough for today. Tomorrow I would try for six. A distant memory told me that when I reached two hundred and eighty, I would make it to the bus stop. And then I'd be free of this apartment, of this prison. And then there'd be nowhere in the world I couldn't go.
Least of all the refunds counter at Moemart in Akihabara. For fuck's sake. Suiseiseki finishes her sentences with desu.
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Anonymous2013-02-24 20:19
With my right hand I snatched a pair of scissors from my desk and mashed them continually into her face. Her little body was smashed into kindling but I did not stop.
;_;
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Anonymous2013-02-24 22:19
Should have hit her with a pair pf WAFER FIOC ENTERPRISE.