>you are a teenager in the year 2000
>you've gotten shot after an argument on the internet, with no proof that it's even related. you aren't even sure, but it's at the pit of your stomach
>so whatever
>you quit the geo spheres, you move on to somethingawful, people are weird but they are funny to your teenager brain
>pole makes 4chan in 2003 after the anime ban in something awful, you migrate
>cos you still wanna talk about anime
>even if youre not as conflict heavy as before
>fast forward to 2008
>youtube launched 2 years ago
>it's spread around
>not like
>huge hug
>but some of the biggest channels have 500k subscribers
>in less than a year, nigahiga is going to be the first channel to reach one million subscribers
>but you still prefer hanging round the forums, facebook's been around for just a bit but it's just too filled with your class normied to care
>someone links at a youtube video in one of the anime boards
>some total idiot's channel
>camera quality even worse than the already terrible quality of 2008
>you can make out a couch and maybe a tv but nothing else of the room
>he's slurring every word, like he's high or drunk or both, and has THE worst takes you've ever heard
>absolutely the most deranged, incoherent takes
>sometimes too edgy even for you
>you find this sincerely funny
>it's reposted on somethingawful
>There's a thread DEDICATED just to this guy the next day
>the best part is this guy is responsive
>it's like he acts purely on the first thought that comes to his head, he's so easy to troll
>and you all have your fun with it
>but the thing none of you can figure out is that sometimes
>in the background
>something peeks in, censored head to toe
>and you all wonder who it is
>his mom maybe? Some thing of parental figure? neighbor? handler?
>and you ALL immediately spend
>WEEKS of your life trying to figure out where he lives
>to dupe him into saying it
>and you fail
>you can't get it
>you DO learn, however, that waving anime in front of him will get him to come anywhere
>so you conspire to send correspondence through email
>and one of you goes and meets him
>this is your greatest caper yet
>the one you send has one of those first gen iphones, they are writing posts as they're there
>taking pictures, documenting everything
>this dude REALLY is the careless, bumbling, showerless idiot he plays himself to be and more
>your friend has gone to CRITICAL lengths to describe the sheer odor they carry on their unwashed anime coat
>and JUST as the post that says they're going to his house goes off
>they go black
>you dont hear from them for days
>you all assume they just chickened out last sec of w/e, some of you joke the idiot actually killed them
>weeks later, their account comes back online
>from their family or something
>they got into an accident and they're catatonic, they don't really know, that they felt it was prudent to tell their internet friends
>their phone was not on them
>but it had this very dumb self-made case, purely wrapped in painters tape, it was supposed to look edgy
>and you swear to god
>and you aren't SURE
>because the quality is so bad
>but in the next upload, he's passing off an iphone with some tape-like color to the mystery person
>it kinda. kinda kills the vibe