/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>6923669
I don't believe anything in my post says it is a bad thing, I was just musing at your association of flowchart play and new player, considering you play flowchart and you aren't new.

>>6657976
;_;

ZUN-sama, can I be in Touhou 13, pretty please?

>>6034153

>>6013685
Guess you haven't been browsing long.

Am I the only one here who'll never, ever accept Rin Satsuki as a Touhou? She shows up and flounces around a little and suddenly everyone is all WHO'S THAT? and NICE ERHU. This is such bullshit. Everyone, even ZUN, is just being fooled by that woman.

Is there an image repository of fake touhous somewhere? Maybe a pixiv flag?

Time for a thread about everyone's favorite EoSD character

"Really? I'm your favorite EoSD character?"

http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Rin_Satsuki

Cry me a fucking river.

I will show you the depths of my misery.

Forgotten by ZUN

It was a cold Friday night at a small local bar. Business was slow as usual, only a handful of people where sitting around with drinks.

One of them was a pale skinny man with glasses and a strange green hat. He sits in the corner chair at the bar, away from the others and in a place he was sure people would leave him alone.

The man was hard at work drawing something on a small napkin. Wood on the table under his wrist faded and worn from previous drawing. He was obviously a frequent customer.

The bartender wanders over to the man unnoticed. "Another one for the pouch?" says the bartender, concern in his voice. The man with the hat keeps drawing, he doesn't even lift his eyes. The bartender sighs and returns to work.

A character starts to take shape on the napkin. It's a small girl with a large bow in her hair and an over sized dress. The character has a smile and warm eyes.

The man sets the pen down and looks at his work, making sure everything is perfect. A small smile appears on his face as he reaches to retrieve something from his jacket.

Just then, the bar door opens and a women holding the wrist of a small girl enters. The girl is looking down at her feet and blindly following her mother, In one hand is a violin case.

The woman violently shoves the girl to an open stool and sits on one next to her. "Give me a beer, whatever is on draft." she says sharply. "Mom, please don't... please don't drink anymore" says the girl struggling to sit in the stool, placing the violin with great care on the stool next to her.

"Shut the hell up!" yells the mother as the bar falls silent. "Your goddamn father wants me to take you to your lessons, I'm entitled to this if I have to sit through that shit"

Just then the woman's phone rings, she whips it out and looks at the screen as a scowl appears on her face. "Just hold on the beer, I'll be right back" she says as she stomps outside. Almost immediately after the door closes yelling is heard.

It was to late.

The man stood staring at the ashes, breathing hard and shaking his head. The only thing he heard was himself saying "No... No..." over and over again.

Then he slowly reached into his jacket and pulled out a very old, worn leather pouch. It was clearly as old as he was. The pouch had "GENSOKYO" written in crayon on the side.

He opened the pouch, inside was about a hundred napkins. The napkins all had drawings on them as well, all little girls with big smiles.

He slowly brushed the ash into the pouch along with the napkins. After zipping it up he took the bandage with the stick man on it and placed it over the zipper, as if trying to treat a minor cut.

Then It all came back to him. The way HIS parents treated him. The way his father beat him if his mother wouldn't have sex with him. The way his mother carried him by his neck as a baby.

He remembered running into his room to escape. His pouch filled with all his friends he drew when times where bad, living in peace in his made up world.

With this memory the man collapses, clutching the pouch to his chest

Then... For the second time that night... The bar was filled with crying.

It was a cold Friday night at a small local bar. Business was slow as usual, only a handful of people where sitting around with drinks.

One of them was a pale skinny man with glasses and a strange green hat. He sits in the corner chair at the bar, away from the others and in a place he was sure people would leave him alone.

The man was hard at work drawing something on a small napkin. Wood on the table under his wrist faded and worn from previous drawing. He was obviously a frequent customer.

The bartender wanders over to the man unnoticed. "Another one for the pouch?" says the bartender, concern in his voice. The man with the hat keeps drawing, he doesn't even lift his eyes. The bartender sighs and returns to work.

A character starts to take shape on the napkin. It's a small girl with a large bow in her hair and an over sized dress. The character has a smile and warm eyes.

The man sets the pen down and looks at his work, making sure everything is perfect. A small smile appears on his face as he reaches to retrieve something from his jacket.