the creator of ongezellig disavowed the show after learning the only people that like ongezellig are /qa/ mongoloid spammers
Ongezellig is dead. Ongezellig remains dead. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become Mymys simply to appear worthy of it?
