Got back to home, saw that someone's car got stuck into snow pile,
these kids don't know how the winter condition works.
Had to watch him 2 minutes just to see the reaction, but its too cold there...
Been delving to the deep corners, should had realized that I can combine mmd & 音フェチ. Re-learning shortly to live.
And yes, I do have serious sound fetish.
Role-playing as fox spirit, updating cosmetics. People bar crawl verbally always, so can't escape from it.
Everything seems to be, how it should. Well I'm getting tired too.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?