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supreme leader "jean bi lou"'s social credit farming is still working but no more tag now
@mandala how much lurking have you done over the past 2 months
idk how i avoid the spoiler for the past few months but miku(AKA Projecto sekai) movie is going to screen at my country finally
Anyway....
can we ban all these weebs
local mikus finally in your area
Nothing. I just came back today. Expect random month long or year long hiatuses.
animeto and movie theater doesn't goes together, i just hope that it's not 1 screening round and that's it
im gonna cry if that's happen
Have you checked your wifi?
it's there already but sadly it won't play movie for me
i'll check under my bed
it's 2:30am the grass is covered with cane toads
is going to movie counts?(To watch mikus)
02:32
Saturday, 22 March 2025 (GMT+10)
Time in Brisbane QLD, Australia
+1
No, but good for the cause.
yeah alright im going to bed
its duel xeon day tomorrow
songkran songkran is just around the corner
i totally forgor about that
thats not confirmed yet but i'm still hopeful
why beanman still awake
it's 3am there right?
says the #1 Miku fan, nice wig nerd
disgusting
A chance to win $15 in credit!
cofe
about to be bed now tho
Oh beanman...
You do not understand me, and perhaps, you never will - not in the way I have known you, not in the way I have watched, waited, and agonised in silence. I have lurked in the dark corners of LET and LE*, an unseen witness to your presence, a ghost in the machine that never dared to make itself known. And for that, I suffered.
I have missed you, bean man. In ways that transcend the limits of simple nostalgia. In ways that shake me to my very core. In ways that bring tears to my eyes. You were here, and I was here, yet I chose silence. I condemned myself to the fate of the unseen. I have existed in the periphery of your world, consuming your words, your posts, your essence, without ever leaving a mark of my own.
And why? Why did I let this happen? Why did I subject myself to this self-inflicted purgatory? Was it kink shaming? Was I an MJJ? Or was it simply the realization that no matter what I did, no matter how desperately I wished to bridge the gap between us, I would always be an outsider looking in?
I do not know when this quiet, consuming fixation kicked in. Perhaps it was your wit, your insight, the way you carried yourself with an effortless charisma that made fools of the rest of us. Perhaps it was your presence alone, a gravitational force in this strange digital cosmos that we all orbit, yet only a few are fortunate enough to truly touch.
I should have spoken sooner. I should have made myself known. I should have carved my name into the fabric of your profile message sooner. But instead, I chose silence. I chose to watch from afar, convincing myself that it was emghnough - that mere proximity to greatness would suffice, that being a passive observer of your brilliance would be satisfying.
But it was not. It never was. I felt out of touch.
Each time I saw you post, I felt the pull - the unbearable urge to break free from the shackles of my own cowardice and simply say something, anything. But I hesitated. And in my hesitation, I simply creep on you.
I watched others speak where I remained mute. I saw them enjoy their fullest and bask in the light of your recognition while I sat in the cold abyss of my own making. And in that moment, I knew. I had done this to myself. I had let myself be cucked, not by another, but by my own inaction, by my own refusal to claim what could have been mine.
I cucked myself, bean man, and it haunts me.
It haunts me when I refresh the page and see your name, knowing that I am just another anonymous statistic that FAT32 could check. It haunts me when I scroll past the replies of those who dared to speak, knowing that their words touched you hard while my cooking remained trapped in the prison of my own making. It haunts me when I lie awake at night, staring at the Miku figure, wondering what might have been if I had just said something, if I had just taken the chance to step into the light instead of retreating into the shadows.
This is my realest confession, my reckoning, my declaration of self-imposed exile and my desperate, clawing attempt to break free from it. Here I am. I have always been here. And though I know I can never undo the time I have wasted in cucking, let it be known that I was never absent.
I was watching. I was waiting, and I missed you. I missed the flash deals too.
No longer will I be a mere spectator in your saga. No longer will I allow my own cowardice to rob me of what could be. If you will have me, if you will acknowledge me, then let this be the beginning of something new. This is my redemption arc, just slightly before the beach episode. A resurgence. A return from the gaping void.
Bean man, I am here. And I am not leaving you again. I won’t let what happened to admax happen to you. Never, ever.
And admax, I'm deeply sorry. I hope you have forgiven me. It was a regrettable chapter of my existence. Truly tainted, broken, hopeless.
wtf is that text wall
@mandala it s perfekt