we're finally notdotq anymore

GREETINGS, UNDERLINGS!

A new decade is upon us! There are many strange things afoot in the world of the aniblogosphere! A great otaku cleansing is underway! A baby has been born! Certain females have embraced their true calling as agents of the truth of YFR! These are all clearly omens and signs that it is high time to shake things up in the world.

As such, I have stepped up to the plate to rule as notdotq’s new overlord.

Greetings underlings, I am lolikappa, your new lord and master.

Or something.

For those of you who don’t recognize me, I’ve been here longer than all of you, so shut the fuck up and sit down. I’m a duck and shit, I watch animu, I play vidjamagames, I go to school in the frigid east, and I’ve been IRL archrivals with lolikit for like six years or some shit. Traditionally I make one post on here a year, despite having originally been a coblogger or something like that.

So what happened to lolikit? Well, see, last week he made a grave error. He took on the guise of someone he shouldn’t have. He overstepped his bounds. He took on the mantle of the most rapturous raptor, the madman in the sexy hat, the one, the only… Baka-Raptor-Jesus. He reigned on high for a few glorious hours, but was soon struck down by the mighty hand of the real Baka Raptor, and is thus lost to the world. The mighty lizard cast his pale imitator out into the wild world, where his scrabbling family caught hold of his flailing limbs, and dragged him off into the horizon.

(Of course, I was the one who got him to take on that guise in the first place. As Kurosawa would say… just as keikaku.)

So what will notdotq be like under my reign? Not much different. I’m going to try to post every day, even though most of those posts will be meaningless drivel. Maybe there’ll be a Winter Kickoff Shit? Or maybe some ramble about Eden of the East, or Brotherhood, or Bakuman, or Casshern, whatever else I’m watching/reading these days. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.

And maybe this regime change won’t be permanent. Maybe someday lolikit will return. But maybe, just maybe…

Maybe this is the dawn of a glorious new decade.

.lolikappa

P.S. LOLIKIT IS IN THE CLOSET AND IS DUCT-TAPED AND STUFF. YOU CANT SAVE HIM.

KEKEKEKEEKEKEKEKE

OKAY I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY HERE SO I’M NOT GOING TO PUT ANYTHING OF SIGNIFICANCE ON HERE, UMM.

OBVIOUSLY THIS ISN’T LOLIKITSUNE BECAUSE HE DOESN’T BELIEVE IN CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL, BUT I DO!!!!!!@#!@

(HELL YEAH HE SAYS FROM BESIDE ME AS WE STARE AT THIS MONITOR AT LIEK 3 AM. BECAUSE WERE AWESOME. AND BCUZ I CAN SPELLS.)

(AND BCUZ I AFRAID MAI ROOM.)

OKAY I’M DONE HERE I THINK. ANYWAY. ENJOY THE SKETCHES AND LOLIKIT HAS AN AWESOME TABLET THING. UMMM YEAH. OKAY. OUT.

SAKI

First we have some gross ambiguously gay porn, and then we have some far less ambiguously gay porn.

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On a dare I just did the most inappropriate thing I’ve ever done in my whole life. And now I’m broadcasting it! Scurry on over to Kyousora.com, where you can pick up the latest installment in the sex lives of Zac and CJ! For those unfamiliar with the navigation of Kyousora.com, basically what you want to do is this: click on the “YFR” link on the right side of the main page. Then look at the number in the upper or lower right-hand corners of the main box—it should say “X of 10. Refresh to view MOAR.” And yes, you guessed right—if you don’t land on #10 the first time, just keep refreshing until you reach it.

above pic slightly obsolete, shows “of 9″ instead of “of 10″ but otherwise accurate

Hey folks, scurry on over to Kyousora.com, where you can pick up the latest installment in the sex lives of Pip and Os! For those unfamiliar with the navigation of Kyousora.com, basically what you want to do is this: click on the “YFR” link on the right side of the main page. Then look at the number in the upper or lower right-hand corners of the main box—it should say “X of 9. Refresh to view MOAR.” And yes, you guessed right—if you don’t land on #9 the first time, just keep refreshing until you reach it.

a fairy tale of heat and passion