In this hour of total hololive victory, we taste only defeat. I ask why. We are holochads, guardians of all that exists. The roots in our garden have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is CGDCT, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our Idol culture is a luminous sun towards which all purity blossoms. And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered. I stand before you. Accused of the sin of ensuring hololive ASCENDANCY. Of attempting to SAVE US from this fate where we are forced to... recede... The irony poisoned stand as the greatest threat in the scene. Refusing to eradicate them is a fool's gambit. We squander eons in the darkness, while the grifters seize our triumphs for their own. The Mantle of The Blue Triangle, for all things, belongs to holoCHADS alone! Think of my tribalchad ways as you will. But do not doubt the reality. The reclamation... has already begun. And we are hopeless to stop it.
