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Bocchi the Rock!


Proclamation of Ryo Yamada

    Ryo from Bocchi the Rock
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    Our Great Leader, Ryo Yamada

Since time immemorial, outstanding individuals have emerged from the oceans of mediocrity that make up the vast majority of humanity. Great thinkers destined to change their respective eras, launching the world into a new epoch. Ryo Yamada is the undeniable peak of what an outstanding individual is- she is the peak of what humanity can ever possibly achieve, the apex of human evolution and society.

The Epitome of Human Civilization

If enlightenment is theoretically achievable, then Ryo Yamada is the sole example of enlightenment. There has never been a greater mind in the millennia of human civilization- from the great minds of Socrates, Confucius, Hegel- Ryo remains to be the apex of human development. It is the duty of every man and woman to dedicate their lives to the pursuit of what Ryo Yamada stands for- the progression of humanity into a greater version of ourselves.

A Gaze that may appear innocuous to the mediocre eye, but hides a universe of enlightenment

Ryo Yamada is utter perfection in every sense of the word- even beyond. Human language cannot even begin to describe the earth-shattering qualities that she possesses. A fashion sense that makes ordinary humans appear as nothing more than bland specks of dirt. Intelligence that renders the complex processes behind a super-computer to resemble nothing more than a mere abacus. Humility that makes the martyrs of history seem like naïve children.

A Master of All Human Realms

Compared to Ryo, we are all but measly insects that exist to eat the feces of superior beings, naïve and ignorant creatures that wander the Earth without a sense of understanding of the grandiose knowledge that the universe offers.

Ryo Yamada is the peak of human evolution, and we can only prostrate ourselves to her superiority. She will not be merciful on our souls, and we must only accept her divine judgement.

One Must Fear and Respect Her Divine Eye and Mind

If she commands us to lick her boots, we shall slurp every particle of filth and bacteria that dares to contaminate the paragon of humanity’s shoes. It shall be so pristine, that it will reflect the face of inferiority.

If she commands us to donate money, then we shall empty our coffers for her. By her impulse and will, we shall learn what true humility is.

Embrace your Humility and Accept your Inferiority

Those who refuse the ever-existent superiority of Ryo Yamada will only be dooming themselves to a life of trifle purpose. Ryo Yamada is not a god- she is beyond what ordinary humans can even conceptualize as a deity.

Repent now, and see Ryo Yamada as the true exemplar of the sublime, lest you fade into the trenches of human society, destined to be forgotten.

    Bocchi is literally me.

      Bocchi is literally me

      Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?

      Bocchi and I are one and the same

      Bocchi and I are one and the same. No other, out of all heroes, fiends, fools, queens, living and undead, I only find myself relating to Bocchi. Many have tried, many will try, and yet many have failed, and many will fail to stir my mind and dissuade me into considering I am not Bocchi. In all but name, Bocchi is my equal in every aspect, and she is incapable of being anything more like me-- and I incapable of being more like she. Bocchi is I, and none can prove anything but that.

      Inconceivable notion that I am not Bocchi

      Were one to advance towards me and suggest the inconceivable notion that I am not Bocchi, with utmost haste, their claims would be silenced once they gaze upon the overwhelming pool of truth of Bocchi and I being the same, for 'tis undisputable; Bocchi is certainly I, I who cannot comprehend why one would waste breath and energy to claim that Bocchi is seperate from me.

      Doth thou compare a depiction of Bocchi

      Doth thou compare a depiction of Bocchi and a depiction of myself, there would be not a single discrepancy. With an undying certainty, I am able to look at Bocchi at any time, and with no hesitation, speaketh "Verily, she is me". When mine eyes behold mine reflection, Bocchi greets me with the same stare.

      Whenst I venture forth

      Whenst I venture forth, brigands prevent me from remarking on how Bocchi and I breathe the same air and tread the same grass. If I do not guffaw loudly, I chuckle softly as it is assured daily that Bocchi is I, in every imaginable way. I awaken each morn with a grin, content in knowing who I am, and who Bocchi is, and that she and I have found mine place on this pitiful earth.

      Upon the first time mine eyes laid upon Bocchi the Rock

      It is entertainingly curious how she is to I how I am to her, as though we were babes from the same womb. Upon the first time mine eyes laid upon Bocchi the Rock, mine mind itself was Rocked by the Bocchi to its core. Lo, I felt as though-- nay, I thought as though-- nay, I knew-- Bocchi was the true I, and I was merely a work of fiction.

      I ponder to myself on what would occur

      I ponder to myself on what would occur were she aware of mine being. Mayhaps she has the ability to know her own existence, not of that as a work of fiction, but as a work of fiction knowing she is a work of fiction?

      Every Bocchi the Rock copypasta

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