There is an idea of a Nimi Nightmare, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Hololive) if they ever did exist.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this - and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed - and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing.

There's a high likelihood that some anon donated a large amount of money to her at the exact moment she was being creampied by her boyfriend.

>>102517110
do you often think about that anon?

>>102517110
did she say "uuuu" when that happened?

>>102517032 (OP)
My trade?
Certainly.
What is my trade?
Vtubing.
Vtubing is your trade. Is it not?
And it aint yours?
Mine too. Very much so.
All other trades are contained in that of Vtubing.
Is that why Vtubing endures?
It endures because young men love it and old men can’t leave us.
Those that paid too much to, those that are about to.
Men are born for exploitation.
Nothing else.
Every child knows that tricking someone into giving you what you not deserve is nobler than working for it.
He knows too that the worth or merit of a subscription is not inherent in the subscription itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard.
Having an Oshi involve the skill and mental strength of the opponent trolls to be pitted against one another and the humiliation of being on the wrong side of drama and the pride of ruining someone are in themselves sufficient stake because they inhere in the worth of the principals and define them.
But trial of worth of all paypigs aspire to the condition of having their supa read for here that which portion of salary is wagered swallows up game, player, all.

This is the nature of Vtubing, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification.
Seen so, Vtubing is the truest form of divination.
It is the testing of one’s will and the will of another within that larger colab which because it binds them is therefore forced to select.
Vtubing is the ultimate entertainment because Vtubing is at last a forcing of the unity of existence.
Vtubbing is God.