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>> No.12025658
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>> No.12025662

I hate Flan so fucking much.

So fucking much!

And all of you as well!

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>>12025658

>> No.12025665
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>>12025662
Flan will always love you.

>> No.12025671

Oh wow, this is fantastic. This board has some serious ownage going on, way too awesome for

the failfest of shit known as 4chan.

You guys deserve so much better, I feel bad for you having to deal with /a/utism, /b/uugums

and /v/irgins, although you own those losers pretty damn hard every time they start some

pathetic shit.

I like every single on of you. All of you are cool, witty, funny guys who spend your free time

with awesome activities such as "Touhou" and "eroge", and of course, spending a wild time in

the own zone. You are the greatness that lacks in the world. I think I'll name my son after you.

Jaypee Smith, great ring.

You are all awesome and I'd like to join one of these infamous and wicked parties you refer to

as /jp/ meetups. I hope I could be the one on the left. Thank you for listening to me.

>> No.12025669

>>12025663
What move is this?

>> No.12025674

>>12025669
2:05 AM. Anon looked at the post for a minute straight. ‘What movie is this?’ It was the same post that he had read, and had responded to, dozens of times before. In jest, then out of rote obligation to something he could not understand, let alone reach out and grasp.

He was NEET going on 3 months, and was starting to realize how little hope actually existed for him. The computer science degree he had picked up was near-worthless to him. The sad sack of this that he was, he was thus unable to do the networking and socializing that all of his more successful brogrammer peers did at uni. But more importantly, he just didn't care anymore. He had enrolled in a program because he was told that jobs with computers were going to be hot shit in five years. That it would be easy money, and he’d be saving himself from a lifetime of unemployment and insecurity. Who knew that, at the end of a promising academic career full of good grades and well-wishing instructors, he would be sending out half-hearted job applications to placate the fears that he shared with his parents?

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>> No.12025677

>>12025674
So much for that. He clicked the post number and started to type in his usual response. Lately, he’d been trying to spice things up with witty, unexpected responses to the perennial question. He enjoyed the thought of getting a rise out of the few people that were possibly trapped in the same rut that he was. Something unexpected! Something new! A small morsel of joy to spice up everyone’s fucking miserable excuse for a life. Pathetic fucking existence they, we, they all were living, staying up to the wee hours to repeat the same routine over, and over, and over. And have it deleted by the janitor within a few minutes.

“These are actually two watercolour paintings made by unidentified members of a Polish art collective during the 1970s.” Took a while, a few minutes to come up with that. He was damn proud of what his fingers shat out into the comment field. Something with some beauty, or at least some life in it. He typed in the CAPTCHA and hit send.

“Error: specified thread does not exist.”

Fuck. Janitor was active more than usual, he remembered – shitposts were vanishing at a fair clip from the front page not half an hour ago. Today’s flanfly thread had four, maybe five minutes of life. Didn’t have much of a chance to take off.

Whatever. No one would have read it.

He reached ahead and grabbed the screen of his laptop, slowly closing the unit shut. The sound of the hard disk labouring before powering down was his cue to gather up the dishes on his desk and tote them to the kitchen. As Anon picked up the last cup, he looked out the window and towards the waning moon. He silently choked up with tears as he wondered how it all came to this.

>> No.12025683

Flannally.....

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>> No.12025698

How do I get my posts to be repeated in these threads?

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What sort of terrible criteria did moot have for janitors to hire a meido who babysits flanfly threads?

>> No.12025707

>>12025698
By killing urself

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