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Kaguya can you pls ban me dont you hate me

We should round them up and exterminate them.

We should round them up and exterminate them.

Flutterz's powers are weak. I need the power of a global mod to ban me.

ANIME OF THE YEAR 1933

VA-11 HALL-A.
It's practically a visual novel. A great read with great art and music.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

Truly, the life of a nomad is difficult. One must constantly move to find new lands. One uses the nearby resources to its fullest extent, before shortly leaving to find more. It is the same with any wanderer on the internet. One constantly searches for new sources of entertainment, to get rid of this boredom. Some find fertile land and learn to farm, though some continue to search for new lands, like a nomad.
 
Well, that was a poor attempt at an analogy. Well, to get things straight, I'm leaving. Not like it matters, anyway. My disappearance would help preserve the already scarce energy within the universe, carefully maintained by the incubators.
 
So, eh- the true purpose of this thread isn't to announce my leaving, which I can do quietly, but to leave just a few words. Announcing my disappearance is just a consequence of leaving my last words, after all.
Sure, I say a few but everyone would realise that this would be a relatively lengthy message.
 

Now, how I ventured into Fuwanovel? I don't remember. I was sure I was reverse-searching a certain CG, and I ended up here. Fuwa didn't really interest me all that much, though. I made an account since I wanted to mess around the former Games and Chatter forum (Now replaced by the highly inferior Coliseum of Chatter).
 
I eventually found myself in a certain roleplaying site, and met its eccentric leader and her staff, whom I enjoyed being with. It was fun while it lasted, certainly. It was such a shame. After its disappearance, I returned to Fuwa- which was as stagnant as ever. Nothing changed between those months of inactivity (Well, I did notice the missing torrents).
 
Since I've never really gotten interest in visual novels, I remained in the Coliseum, waiting for people to fight. It was then that the FuwaChat had appeared, which was disastrous. Still, it did its purpose. By then, I was able to fight people directly, in real time, rather than wait for each post. It was a good addition, and I gladly abused my moderation powers to their fullest extent.

And thus, that's the summary of what I did on Fuwa. It was 10% contributing to the community and 90% fighting other people. Time well spent. And thus, I leave you with my final words:
 
Death to each and everyone one of you.
I mean- eh... my apologies, that was my inner voice talking. I'll voice it a little better. May the rest of your lives be uneventful.
Now, that sounds better, doesn't it?
 
...
 
Right... I'm sure you're expecting individual messages as well, so- eh, why not?
I'll leave some messages to the people I've stepped on, spit on, insulted, and fought. I'll also leave some messages to those I messed around with when I was bored.


If you think I forgot to leave a message for you, then you were probably a bunch of lowlives who will never amount to anything.
 
Well, eh, farewell. I leave you with a top secret image I took from Pyongyang.

It was great timing on my part.

T-This is bad news. Nayleen reaching 1000 posts... bad news indeed!
 
I can already imagine the consequences...
 

T-This is bad news. Nayleen reaching 1000 posts... bad news indeed!
 
I can already imagine the consequences...