Wow no kurisu you have no taste

People, we are all on a [i]video game forum[/i]. That I know most of you frequent [i]daily[/i]. At that point, you've completely lost the high ground to heckle other people like they're dorks and shit. I love anime. I have merchandise. I'm very knowledgeable about specific universes in fact, mainly Naruto, Bleach,Prince of Tennis, and Shaman King. But I still play basketball. I still hit the Gym. I still listen to Hip Hop,Rap and Trap music. I still go to parties and I have a fairly good social life. And most of my closest friends are the same. So just stop hating. Because I know damn well that if people in real life heard you play fallout, Halo, and Skyrim, they would say "Hurr dur, video game nerd. You live in your moms basement with yo dusty ass getting no pussy." You would get pissed or flustered at the stereotyping. So stop being f[i]u[/i]cking hypocrites. You're only teasing the minority here to make yourself feel better about the fact that you're a minority IRL.

Please move that Skyrim map away from all that filth you weeaboo trash, it doesn't belong.

I think some people don't know what weeaboo means

Um... That looks more like a collection of women with giant tits in bikinis and other revealing articles of clothing, but maybe it's just me...

Map of skyrim in the background

Virginity must be on the top shelf

Bottom left with sword is nude

One of them is naked.all the way to the left Inb4ban

Huh... Neat. **As I pass a glance to my displayed Bionicle collection.**

"INCOMING WEEBS AT 12 O' CLOCK," I yell to Marco and Sarah. "What? Why?" Sarah asks me. "Someone said the word 'cartoon' and 'anime' in the same sentence," I say. Marcos expression changes from concern to pure fear. "Oh my god," he whispers, as he points towards the distance. An army of blue-haired, sword-wielding fat men are rushing from the forums. They shout out Japanese terms that they memorized from google translate and argue amongst themselves why or why not attack on titans story was good. Some have anime girl body pillows as shields and some dual-wield poorly made replicas of attack on titan swords. "We're dead. It's over." I proclaim, as I lay down my gun on the table. I look out the window at the many thousands of tons of sweat and disappointment changing at me. There was no way the bunker could stop their force. "Wait... Look there!" Sarah points. We look outside and swooping down from the sky, like an angelic warrior, comes a strange looking 40 year old man riding a winged horse- no, a winged pony. He hold out his hand and the Weeb army halts. We watch in silence. Suddenly, a hundred more odd looking men swoop down on their ponies. In one hand they grab their junk and in they other they hold their phones, with various non-canon nude pictures of ponies. "We speak for the cartoons. Go back to Japan." the pony master says. "If we could afford tickets," the fat Weeb leader grumbles, "we wouldn't be here in the United States with all of you filthy Americans." The weebs draw out their weapons, as do the bronies. "Friendship," the pony master says, "is magic." The Weeb tips his fedora, adjusts one of his many chins and proclaims ,"上達します." They charge into gruesome battle. We watch in horror. Ponies shriek and weebs jiggle. Fat spills into the ground and the occasion mid-battle fap session occurs. All is done. The only two that remain are a morbidly obese L cosplayer and someone brandishing Applejack tattoos across their forehead. They fight. L slashes at the ponies legs, but he is too slow. The pony rears and kicks L down. The brony smiles and dismounts his steed, standing over L. He slowly pulls out a well-used plush pony and begins to smother L. I burst out laughing, as does Marco and Sarah. We fall on the floor from laughing so hard. They get up and look at us. The Weeb embarrassingly looks away and scratches his fat rolls, while the brony casually tries to convert me to his cult. Tears stream down my face and into the floor. "THEYRE THE SAME THING." I scream, hysterically laughing. "ANIME AND CARTOONS ARE THE SAME THING." My sides ache and the bewildered look on the two no-life outcasts makes me laugh harder. They turn their separate ways and walk away. Not saying anything, because they know that their pointless struggle is over. They lost. I won.

*alarms and spinning lights* "Attention! We have a class 5 weaboo alert! I repeat, a class 5 weaboo alert! Evacuate the area immediately!"

Noice. I don't enjoy anime, but I hear it's a fun thing to get into.