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This video, titled ‘Pro Minecraft Player Nene Momosuzu gives Flare the Oji Ogle [hololive/engsub]’, was uploaded by Maple Leaf Translations on 2021-07-22 17:10:18. It has garnered 15161 views and 1537 likes. The duration of the video is 00:02:03 or 123 seconds.
Nene Momosuzu plays Minecraft.
Original stream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUd-i1w3ink&
Nene’s channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAWSyEs_Io8MtpY3m-zqILA
Here’s the thing about me. I’m something of a gamer. My chair probably costs more than your car. My right wrist is arched at a permanent 90-degree angle from resting on my oppai mousepad twelve hours a day. While you were experiencing young love, I got a deep-vein thrombosis from lack of movement and had to be hospitalized for a week.
So, yeah, gaming is not a hobby to me. It’s my lifeblood.
But it gets lonely at the top. Some nights my dakimakura just doesn’t cut it. Sometimes I get sick of playing co-op games with my big-tiddy anime tulpa, Melistraza von DeCupe. Sometimes I just want the attention and companionship of a real, non-imaginary two-dimensional anime girl.
Is that so much to ask?
It turns out, yes.
I had been talking to a girl for a week. We met online on an obscure image forum dedicated to bugs. We bonded over our shared love of kabuto mushi. When I told her I was a serious gamer I could practically feel the unbridled lust through the monitor. When she told me she was two-dimensional and anime and a girl I decided to make my move.
I invited her to play Minecraft together.
I didn’t know what her real name was, but to me, she’ll always be ‘Orange_tantou5’. My username was ‘demon_queef’. The name is personal and I’d rather not explain it. You wouldn’t get it anyway.
Things got off to a rocky start.
And then things fell off a cliff.
I asked if she wanted to scout the seed via elytra. Turns out she didn’t have one which was apparently a bit of a sore spot for her.
Orange_tantou5: Oi!!! Not everyone can fly you baka!!! How dare you ask me that!!!
demon_queef: elytra have been in the game long enough. figured everyone’s got one by now. everyone who’s not a scrub
Orange_tantou5: You take that back!!! I am not zako!!! I am pro!!!
demon_queef: pro without an elytra? I bet you use a guide to build castles and stuff too
Orange_tantou5: Say the E-word one more time!!! I dare you!!!
demon_queef: Elytra
I had had enough. I popped a few fireworks and took off into the air. Thought I’d just fly around for a while until she got bored and left the server. I looked down and my blood froze.
She was simultaneously digging a straight-line and placing down ice blocks, all while riding a boat, managing more APM than a Starcraft player on crack.
And she was faster than me.
I tried using my maneuverability to shake her, taking sharp turns, even doubling back, but she stuck with me, the icy-blue road extending like a snake below.
I didn’t have many fireworks left. It dawned on me that I was going to have to land. Spying a swamp biome, I made for the mangroves and landed. Nothing but lilypads and water in my entire FOV. I started typing in chat something like: You’re pretty good, but without an elytra you’ll never be on my level.
I didn’t get to finish typing, though.
I noticed something on my wall. Or maybe I should say it was on the other side of my wall, but I could somehow still see it. It looked like writing. Like a name-tag.
It said: Orange_tantou5.
I pushed my seven-thousand dollar chair back and just stared at it. It seemed to be getting bigger. Or closer.
I remember thinking: There’s no way.
My wall exploded in a spray of pulverized drywall; shards of timber spun like shuriken-shaped shrapnel throughout the room; glass from my window fanned like translucent stilettos and stuck in the floorboards. And there was something fast, orange, and very angry in the middle of it all.
“ORRRRAAAAAAA!!!”
Something blue and scintillating struck me across the eyes and all went dark.
I woke up in the middle of the woods somewhere. There was a message before my eyes that read: Your home bed was missing or obstructed.
I shook my head. I sighed.
“Guess I need a crafting table. Better start punching trees.”
So anyway. I’ve been subscribed to Nene’s channel for about eight months now. I highly recommend it. Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAWSyEs_Io8MtpY3m-zqILA
You won’t regret it 😉
