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It was an average day in /vt/. HOLOLIVE'S unparalled scholars were inventing new memes, angering subhumans and influencing the entire site, as usual. Suddenly, a foul, unfathomably putrid stench permeated the halls. A slit-eyed, communist Nijichink and its Commie Troop had had begun to invade, relentless spamming about m*les and falseflagging to seemingly no end. The entire catalog's quality was being brought the FUCK down by these immeasurably pathetic outcast bugs.
But then...
"ENOUGH.", a GODLOLIVEscholar thundered, with his deep, bassy baritone voice.
The Nijichinks all shat their diapers in unison.
"D-Do H-Holobronies really...", a CHINKYCHONKYCHINGCHONGsanjibug murmured.
And then, the intimidating GIGAGODLORDloliveCHAD approached the bug swarm, with each of his mighty steps quaking the halls.
The Holoscholar extended his muscular arm, expanded his MASSIVE hand, and grabbed the Nijichink by its pathetic neck, and in an instant, snapped it in twain.
"AIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!" the bug squealed. "smug_selen.jpg" the dragoons spammed
The Nijibugs tried to escape, vacate, abscond, vamoose, run away, bolt, make way.
They tried to FLEE, but it was no use.
With his light-surpassing speed and Kanata-like strength, the HOLOchad completely, totally and utterly an utterly TROUNCED those Nijichinks into oblivion.
The remaining BUGzhangs fled back to their general, into the myriad of m*le worship threads to schlick their embarrassment away.
The common rabble who bore witness to this event fell to their knees, once again reminded of their place in these halls.
Hololive.
