/jp/ is dead. /jp/ remains dead. And vtubers have killed him. How shall they comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the satellite boards has yet owned has bled to death under their knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred copypastas shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become /jp/ simply to appear worthy of it?