Someone has been leaving increasingly bizarre messages on your guestbook.
You get a favorite on one of your drawings featuring a character’s death. You go to thank them, but have second thoughts when you see their page consists only of a bloated gallery of faves that are all about that one character dying.
Just who else is a sock puppet of that BNF?
Your favorite fansite still hasn’t come back from hiatus. Rumors swirl on the forums of a different site that the webmistress died, the broken banner on her splash page her online epitaph.
You swear you’ve read this songfic set to My Immortal before, but it’s the most recent submission. You couldn’t have.
Your computer doesn’t support Japanese characters but that doesn’t stop you from trying to navigate your fandom’s doujin circles. You somehow stumble onto a page dedicated to lovingly-rendered anatomical dissections of every character.
Your favorite fanfiction is getting progressively weirder and more incoherent with every update. You hope the author is okay.
You get the feeling you shared this positive fanart of a female character with the wrong crowd.
There’s a new batch of icons posted on one of your LJ communities! None of them are loading. Everybody else is commenting on them; why are you the only one who can’t see them?
You make a new friend on a forum, and you exchange AIM handles. After a few days of chatting, she begins to tell you about her experiences in something called “the Astral Plane”.
So… Hanzo attacks Shimada castle annually to honor Genji. After the first couple of times the guys there must have just come to accept the fact that they’re gonna get a guaranteed ass kicking once a year.
Seriously, I could see it turn into a tradition of sorts:
-Some people purposefully try to get that day off.
-Others make sure they’re there.
-I wonder if they take bets on how long they can last.
-Maybe it even becomes a badge of honor. You’re not fully in the gang until you get you shit rocked by Hanzo.
-But there are some that believe that they can win.
This guy has tried for five years straight. He hasn’t succeeded. He is hurting.
