- Joined
- Dec 13, 2022
You will never be a real anime girl. You are not a Japanese high school student, you have no moe, you have no kyun. You are a 3D woman twisted by Live2d and an iphone into a crude mockery of Hayao Miyazaki's perfection.
All the “validation” you get from your chat is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back your company's CEO mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “genmates” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Otaku are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed otaku to sniff out 3DPD with incredible efficiency. Even 3DPD who “cosplay” look uncanny and unnatural to an otaku. Your shit taste in anime is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk otaku home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected fujo pussy.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single live stream and tell yourself it’s going to be daijoubu, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like an akasupa, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss on live stream. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment of having a vtuber for a daughter. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name instead of your vtuber name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a 3DPD 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 3D.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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