There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to take a look at himself in the mirror and wonder how exactly he reached such a place.
You have to truly ponder what decisions you have made along the way that brought you to the place of your final reckoning.
It is still unclear, even to me, even to God perhaps, why I purchased <PORN GAME>.
There isn't anything wrong with it, as visual novel with hentai scenes throughout it's perfectly stellar. But when you look at it as a choice, you realize just how flawed you and the rest of humanity is.
What drove me to purchase such a game? What part of my soul felt so empty that I thought an anime girl could fill it?
When I look into the boundless depths of my own loneliness I see a pool of reflection. My face isn't there, there is no face. There are only tears in that pool, tears of shame and loss and confusion.
If it were up to me again I know I would purchase it in a heartbeat, I know I would load it up and skip through the countless pieces of dialogue all so I can have a single morsel of pornographic images which are readily available online.
Yet, despite the abundance of naked anime women waiting in the digital sphere, I still chose to purchase this game and devote hours of my life to it. That time will never return to me, it is lost just like my soul and just like the time I fear I may never find it again.
There is something broken within me, something that desires sensation beyond my reach, something that whimpers every single night with the knowledge that there is no true Succubus: SEX Story, it is a merely an illusion.
In my pursuit to find meaning in this long life, I sought the colorful lights and sounds of a world that only exists in a pop up window on my computer.
I am unsure what the moral of this review is, I am unsure about my place within the universe, all I know is that no amount of anime girls can cure the vast rot that has overtaken me.
You call that a copypasta? Uh, dude, I don't mean to hit you hard with the cold water or anything, but that's not a copypasta. It is, by all definitions, NOT a copypasta. That's just a wall of text. Those are two different things albeit being related: not all copypastas are text walls, and not all text walls are copypastas. No rational person would think to themselves "It's a good idea to copy and paste this!" in any situation whatsoever. Like sure, I can copy this, I am capable of pressing Ctrl + C, but then where do I paste it? In Notepad or Pastebin? Any social media site? Of course not, that just makes me look like a creep and a weirdo! What makes you think I would even consider copying it in the first place?! You'd have a better chance of finding my corpse hung on a meat hook than seeing me post that ANYWHERE. Think of it this way: let's assume some idiot on Reddit made a bad take, presumably about something you and many others like. This happens daily, of course, but in the event that the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual does say something along the lines of "I hate this, I hate that, just because it exists" and you feel compelled to send that copypasta as a reply. BOOM! Story about incest jumpscare. Do you think that's a good response to an objectively dumbass take? Do you think that would get you some easy updoots as well as serve as a legitimate comeback to the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual? In every possible dimension the answer is NO, this makes you just as stupid as the hypothetical braindead non-intellectual! You'd be looking like you were a ragebait Quora repost bot that got lost. And even worse, because the copypasta message uses first-person reference, there is sure to be some people thinking that what you just copypasted is an actual story that YOU are telling them! I don't give a damn whether it is fake or not - it's disgusting, repulsive, abhorrent, deplorable, and above all, it is NOT a copypasta! And even if you pasted it as a joke, it's a very badly executed joke at that, even more so than when Shane Dawson made the joke of cumming on his cat! This is not even a joke at all! Who do you think you are, Amy Schumer? At least with the Vaporeon copypasta, its absurdity had a level of humor that overtook the disgust most normie internet viewers would feel when reading it. But that? That is absolute garbage. No one would find it funny. It's just pathetic and sad and makes you a nincompoop for even trying. No one would even appreciate the small effort you went through to copy and paste this ridiculous, garbage low-budget Wattpad fanfic about how one lost his virginity to his sibling. No one wants to read that, not even for fun. Don't ever consider saying that's a copypasta, because it's not, and you need immediate therapy and mental help as well as a deep and existential rethink of your life choices if you say otherwise. It is nothing more than a fabrication, a text wall of filthy content that benefits neither the writer nor the copypaster. It's not worth considering and it never was.
That's about it. See ya.
Wtf are you serious? I've been rebinding my mouse keys for the last 4 years and have been living in fear that I will one day get found out and be banned. Just last night I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat because I had a nightmare that someone knocked on my door and when I opened it it was Peppy.
Unfortunately, it indeed is considered cheating. Peppy stated in a tweet last week that anyone who is caught using keyboard inputs is cheating for tapping will be automatically banned. Accolibed has recently been permanently banned and has his house raided by police after setting a mind breaking 87.27% FC on the one and only Harumachi Clover, an astonishing 142BPM and obtaining the osustd pp record worth 6pp. The fact you are not yet auto banned is completely unprecedented. Governments all around the world have outlawed using keyboards for playing osu! and has declared it to be "high treason", anyone found doing so will be immediately hunted down and executed. It is very likely that the government is tracking you down as I speak, all while giving you a sense of false hope, self-accomplishment, and the illusion of safety. Run, if you value your life. The frenzy has begun. The moon is red. We're out of time.
I’m not gay. I am not gay. Do not ever call me gay ever again. I am quite honestly one of the least gay people you have ever met. I fuck bitches, mad fucking fucked bitches. I am not gay. Stop saying I’m gay. If you were a girl, I’d probably already fucked the shit out of you by now. But unfortunately you are an ugly fucking GUY who’s tight bussy will remain unstretched by my thick, meaty 9 inch cock because I AM NOT GAY. If i were gay though, you’d find my jackhammer pounding away at your tight bussy with the force of ten tsunamis. Luckily for you I AM NOT GAY and you will have your vigin asshole remain unpounded ad infinum. Actually, it seems that you’re the gay one here. You are gay, not me. I am not gay and never will be. If I were ever gay in a past life (which I WASN’T), I would be killing myself right now, that is how gay I’m not.
Shorter version
I’m not gay. I am not gay. Do not ever call me gay ever again. I am quite honestly one of the least gay people you have ever met. I fuck bitches, mad fucking fucked bitches. I am not gay. Stop saying I’m gay
WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa. She was ten years old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the government decided that the best idea was to get rid of her, so they set up a special room to kill her, as humanely as possible, but it went wrong, and the machine they were using to kill her malfunctioned, so she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death, she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other profiles on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best luck of your life.
Joey Steam Workshop version
WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little boy called Joey, he was ten-years-old and he lived in a mental hospital because he posted a shitty copypasta onto a People Playground mod's comment section . He got so bad he went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the Feds decided that best idea was to get rid of him so they set up a special room to kill him, as inhumane as possible. And he sat there in agony for hours until he died. Now every week on the day of his death he returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00 a.m. He creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by pegging you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other profiles on this one site, and he will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes nothing will happen: sorry man i am not taking the risk
Meaning of “Luh calm fit” and “Luh calm fit nun too…”
“Luh calm fit” is short for little calm fit and is used to describe outfits that are plain, basic and nothing crazy. The slang is used sarcastically to describe a fit that looks good. That’s how variations of “luh calm fit nun too extravagant”, “luh calm fit nun too 𓃻⃝⃝ ∆⃟⃟𓋢𓉣𓉤𓉡⃟⃝ᥫ᭡■” and “luh calm fit nun too special” came about.
Erosion/Opium bird
The Erosion/Opium bird images are usually associated with this meme as an inside Tiktok joke where people exclaim that the weird and over the top outfit of the bird somehow plain and normal.
