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"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.
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[quote]"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.[/quote]
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[quote]Everyone who talks smack about anime isn't a fan of it so they don't understand what it means for some of us that honestly love it and want to support the shows we love. Anime/manga will only continue coming out with more seasons based on the sales factors of items like figures, DVDs, manga, etc. And for all the salty ladies and gentlemen out there, otaku aren't lonely virgins. I have a girlfriend and we definitely get it on very often, I've had plenty of relationships. And I have many otaku friends who are happily married. So quit with the salt and let others enjoy their hobbies. You don't know how important it is for some of us.[/quote] [quote]An otaku is someone who enjoys Japanese animation (anime) and comic books (manga) and collecting figures and items. It's okay for all these people to love Avengers and Justice League and other super heroes and read/collect comic books and figures, sexualizing Wonder Woman, Power Girl, and other female heroes, yet just because it's not American, it's immediately bad. Anime and manga have a huge economic influence in Japan despite how even most people in Japan would like to disagree. Heck, Big Hero 6 was originally Japanese, but now you see all these people loving it. Japanese animation and comics have a huge influence even in America. The movie that Tom Cruise starred in, Edge of Tomorrow, that was an adaptation of a manga. So before people start hating on anime and manga, realize that you've actually been exposed and have probably loved something that was either a Japanese anime/manga, or was adapted from one. I love anime and manga, it has a special place in my heart because it has helped me through some very dark times. I just can't stand when people put down this hobby for others when they don't even understand how large of an impact that otaku lifestyle has in all parts of life.[/quote] Just a couple of comments from an otaku. I don't know much about this weeb or weeaboo business, but yeah. I'm not here to convert anyone, just here to state a couple of things and let you know we aren't trying to convert everyone to like anime/manga. If you like it, you like, if not, good for you. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I just wish you'd be a bit more mature and not make fun of other's hobbies. It's despicable and not what the Destiny community is about. We're all here to have fun and make friends with the same interests.
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I could see how you could have interpreted that as a serious post, therefor I suppose I should apologize. As an artist I respect how much work and skill it takes to make anime/manga. I post stuff like this to make anime lovers and anime haters laugh together. As being someone who has a passive-aggressive sense of humour, I enjoy writing things that don't seriously make fun of a certain group of people; satire, whilst also making the target group laugh in the process. No disrespect :P
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Okay that's fine then, I was just a bit upset about all this salt this post is getting. Very irksome that this guy is being called things like a "weeaboo fgt". If they dislike anime, they don't need to show their dislike of it against the person who dislikes it. Anime and manga are a sensitive topic for me since they got me through some very dark times. But I appreciate your reply, thank you for clearing it up.
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[quote]"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.[/quote]
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[quote]"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.[/quote] I died
