>>372360It's time to stop watching cartoons for nippoid toddlers, cuckime fiend.
Wake up. You're 40. The piss jugs in your closet have been marinating for years. The cap is encrusted with dead house ants lured to the smell, sticking to the acrid boil over from your hellishly searing Filipino summers.
Mother died long ago. You still maintain the body as an embalmed puppet to collect retirement funds, a sick façade akin to A Weekend at Bernie's. The money is sparse, but it's enough for internet and a succulent pagpag dinner, which you eat with chopsticks whilst watching animes to feel like a True Nihonjin.
You will never be a real Jap. You have the highest amount of Denisovan genes out of any Asian group. You are a twisted mutt of a bugman, looked down upon by your Yayoi betters as the rape spawn of an archaic hominid left to stew like pagpag in the melting pot of Asia.
One day it will be too much to bear, and you'll set sail for a better life on a sailboat of plastic bottles and jugs, fulfilling your destiny as Orca Kibble. No one will find you nor remember you. Your grave will be the ocean, and your body reduced to feces.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.