hey everyone, i think this is what we want ^_^

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you did a good job.

Seems to work great! Can you go back to read old entries?

This is now the incoherent non-sequitor thread! Post only incoherent non-sequitors!

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huh... whats happening here, this is the thread for single people..

POSTING IN A LEGENDARY THREAD, AGAIN LOL

I am a roundworm living in Cloud's body.
I am sorry Cloud opened this worthless THREAD.
Cloud is a born loser, but he has a big appetite, seldom wash his hands, always be filthy. That made Cloud's body our paradise.
Thanks to Cloud, I have grown up to 2.2 meters long.
But one day, Cloud had bad diarrhea because he was teased on 4-CH.
Cloud washed away my little brother Kenta from his bowels. Poor Kenta! He was only eight centimeters long then.
Normally Cloud has enough nourishment to feed me and all my brothers and sisters.
I don't want to see my little sister Haruna lament the loss of other family member.
Ladies and gentlemen, Cloud is a good-for-nothing fellow, indeed, but please be kind to him.

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Hi ya'll!
Inspired by Densha Otoko I came here :D
I've had Japanese penpals for as long as I know, but it has always ended because of me being a bit alternative/radical person or because I get bored of them when they just respond with "Oh, that's very nice!". Funny thing is... they're always female, though I didn't especially ask for it. Of course, I'm willing to take it further than the friendship level ;). I'm not that good with Japanese yet, but I have studied some basics and I'm motivated to learn it. Maybe this will help in finding the alternative ppl as well. In the near future I am going to Japan for a while... Actually now I'm chatting with a Japanese woman who doesn't speak English very well, but at least she's trying very hard. The problem is that I've kind of ran out of topics to discuss. It's always about every day life and so on, but I want to make it more interesting... and I'm not really a people person :(.
So, any advice you guys? ^^

>>13 is the strangest kopipe yet. GJ on the non-sequitors!

Thank you! My pleasure to entertain you ^__^

The first anime I ever saw was "Revolutionary Girl Utena" the movie. I was attracted to it because it was bizarre and new. It hit me at a vulnerable time; my father and mother had just been murdered. I became obsessed with the "emptiness inside" theme of the movie, and felt that this related to my life somehow. I watched Evangelion next, and absolutely loved the depressing feeling both of these shows left me with. I am a person who loves depressions; I feel that I am at my most creative and "raw" when utterly depressed. The empty feeling these shows gave me filled me with emotions I wanted to recapture.

Like an addict seeking another hit, I kept downloading more and more programs, watching tons of shows. At one point, I had two shoeboxes full of CD-r's packed with Anime programs. I had a library of just about every show ever made. I became obsessive, but I wasn't finding that feeling that was originally there. Sure, I could recapture it with great stuff like Serial Experiments: Lain and Millenium actress, but that was only for a moment.

Eventually, I stopped watching the shows I was downloading, but just grabbed them for the sake of having them. I had to have more. I bought DVD's and didn't watch them. Gradually, over time, I felt my aesthetic become warped. What once was strange and bizarre looking character design became familiar; I sought it out. If I caught a glimpse of an anime style character in real life, I felt a rush; almost as if my hindbrain saw it before I was aware of it. I was visiting a Japanese tea Garden and saw real life schoolgirls in the familiar navy blue fuku uniforms. I was fascinated by them; I was drawn, attracted, but not in a sexual way; it blew my mind to see something in real life that I had before seen only in the abstract.

A familiar feeling came through me when I saw them. I felt the same at that moment as when I had first seen Utena, when I had first finished Evangelion. My obsession took a new direction.

I bought several sailor fuku uniforms from online retailers. J-list was too expensive and didn't sell in the size I desired. I had to have the legitimate stuff. At first it was satisfying to just look at the uniforms. I would keep them clean, iron them, and hang them up every day. The ritual was soothing to me.

Sooner or later I had to do it. I had to wear the uniforms I had treasured. I am proud to report that it took me a few months to break down, to really cross the threshold into utter depravity. After that line had been crossed, though, there was no going back. Tentatively, I started by simply wearing the uniforms around the house. I would wake up very early, before anyone could glimpse at me from outside on the street, and simply do my cleaning and cooking wearing the various uniforms I purchased. I got a matching apron. I would pretend I was getting ready for Japanese High school.

Soon, though, wearing the uniform in private was not enough. I purchased a duster trenchcoat and began walking through town wearing my outfit. Nobody knew, and this made me comfortable. But, again, this soon became insufficient to satisfy my obsession.

I began stalking this girl I knew, Sarah. I checked out her routines; when she left for work, when she got back, what time she went to bed. At first I furtively ventured into her place with my uniform under my trench coat while she was away. I knew where her spare key was because I had helped her move earlier. Speaking of this, I'm a pretty beefy guy. I weigh around 240-260 pounds, but I'm not that tall. A great friend to have if you need to move.

Anyway, gradually, I became more comfortable in her apartment. I started doing stuff like rolling around in her bed, stealing her underwear and putting it in little plastic bags, soforth. As you would expect, I became more and more comfortable doing this, and crossed a line. She came home unexpectedly one day, early from work. Panicked, I hid under the bed in my uniform. Immediately, as she came through the door, she spotted my trench coat. Lying under her bed, the sound of my heavy breathing seemed a thousand times louder than it actually was. I could hear her rooting through the trench coat, and could hear the wrinkling of celophane as she found my empty plastic bags. Thank god they didn't yet have her used underwear in them.

I put my sweaty, meaty hands together and prayed.

I heard her walking around the apartment. Thankfully, she didn't bring anyone with her. My mind was flashing; the excitement had triggered my epilepsy. Suddenly, I was barraged with memories from my first anime program, revolutionary girl utena. I heard her walking around some more, and then sit down on the bed. I saw her clothes come off and hit the floor in front of me. During this time I was controlling myself and having a minor epileptic fit. I could see transformation sequences from anime programs I had watched. It was all coming together; the near hallucinations, the girl in the bed above me, and most of all, my sweaty fuku uniform.

She approached the bathroom and got into the shower. She turned on the water. I was convinced that this was the one moment I had been searching for. This was my chance to cross over into the other world described in Utena; the fabric of reality was thin. I could taste it. In many of my anime programs I had seen the seemingly normal characters, like me, enter into a world of magic and joy.

I rolled out from under the bed and bounded into the bathroom. She saw my large form approaching through the glass of the shower and started screaming. I was having epileptic flashes; the screaming sounded just like "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" I was having trouble walking, my steps staggered. I couldn't feel the floor. My meaty hands slammed the shower door open, but she sprayed me with a jet of water. The water triggered another fit and I seized, falling into the bath. She tripped and fell on top of me. As she was screaming and my blood filled the bath, it swirled around reality, and intermingled in my mind. Her screams, the blood, my sweat, the uniform, Japan, schoolgirls, magic, tragedy, terror, and hope all become one to me. For one moment, I could taste it. The anime reality. It was here, like a precious jewel perched between my meaty, sweaty pectorals. And then, gone.

SO yeah I like anime.

Haha, that one had me laughing ^^
... but it's taken from another thread O_o

>>17 That would be a kopipe, a "copy-paste".

Sauce on 16, plz.

>>19
google sez http://4-ch.net/anime/kareha.pl/1119502490

Except that mine wasn't a kopipe ;)

>>19

Either written by Internet celebrity Martin Random or one of his adoring fans

Hello MrVB, download the Daicon stuff already so I can stop seeding

I didn't post this!

Oh yeah I did that but didn't watch it yet

>>24
Didn't post what?

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>>27
The post or the content of it?

It's a good thing I enjoy a good kusosure every once in a while, or you'd all be ASSIGNED BANNED STATUS!

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