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Digging through your pockets, you find a crumpled receipt from Macy's. It will have to do.

You decide to hand the paper to Heyuri-tan to wipe her tears. At first, she does not notice your outstretched hand, too mired in thought and lost in the voices of the anons around you. Before long, she looks at you and gently takes the paper from your hand. A soft smile begins to return as she wipes the droplets forming in her eyes (although you see that ink from the receipt has smeared itself on her cheeks and eyelids). Blowing her nose, A look of confusion then forms on Heyuri-tan's face.

There is no trash can in this room. Where do you throw this paper?

"Don't worry Heyuri-tan, I'll dispose of that for you!"

An anon says enthusiastically.

......

What had happened after is not something to talk about. The thread was locked soon after, as the flames of "TEH RAEG" consumed any and all hope of "lols" to be had.

You decide to visit another board.

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A dump board! The entrance to /s/ has even less people than /b/, which means more sexy women just for you. A red light district would be a good descriptor of the area you have just entered, neon lights glowing in the black starless sky. Structures (it would be inappropriate to call the buildings, since some were merely springs of steamy water surrounded by rock and others consisted only of furniture without walls) ran along the street as far as your vision will allow. Within each stood many women of different builds and temperaments.

JAVs, JKs, AI images, leaked webms.

You remember the threads where anons uploaded what they found. How could you forget after ejaculating that many times in a day? With your mind set, you starting look for the hottest girl you have ever seen in one of those threads.

......

To say what happened was an orgy would be an understatement. Physically, the human body is incapable of undertaking sexual intercourse more than 40 times a day. And yet, you have them here as readily as you eat grains of rice for lunch. Semen flows as freely as water down a river, and your mouth has tasted more VAGINAl fluid than water. You lose your thoughts as both your hands continuously search for the next titty to squeeze. By now, you should have suffocated 5 times over after having had that many women sit on your face butt-naked.

Nothing in the physical world will ever compare to this experience. Words fail to describe the events here, and what succeeds is limited by the length of this account.

......

"Hey! Wake up!"

Your eyes shoot open, staring into the face of... someone.

"I found you laying face down in one of those /s/ threads. Your PENIS was oozing blood so I decided to bring you out of there."

It was indeed squirting blood, urine and semen. Lacerations spanned the entirety of the shaft, the skin torn open in places to reveal the pale connective tissue underneath and the raw pink muscles responsible for morning wood. A glimpse at this sight makes you decide to avert your gaze away from your testicles. Amazing sex though, 10/10.

"What a strange place. Say, you seem like you know your way around here. Do you know anything about this festival I've heard about? The flyers tell me it is called "bunkasai", however you say it."

Clearly this anon is lost. After your time in /s/ you feel you might be too. What else is there to do?

Suddenly you see it. Not seeing with your eyes, but through your memories. Assholes shitting up /q/, Vomitsaka the Gero Queen, that one time someone tried to promote an "imageboard" with code created with ChatGPT. That other time some anon wanted people to draw his "girlfriend". Morbidly inflated horses. Bunkasai.