๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅถ anime bad ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿคช


Normal:

The man shakes as his fingers rapidly descend upon the keyboard. His vision is blurry, his mind is breaking from the immense effort, but he must press on. His joints tremble as they press down on each individual key. He can hear his pulse coursing through each fingertip. He must press on. "Anime..." he writes, sweat dribbling down his neckbeard as he quickly brushes it aside with a shake of his unkempt ponytail. "...bad." He collapses back into his chair, exhausted from the monumental effort. And then the cheering starts. From every nook, every cranny, every orifice of society, came an outpouring of applause. People cheered and whooped and hollered as they too realized that anime bad. There were mass celebrations in the street. Everyone knew, and would forever know, the unforgettable manifesto. Anime bad. But his work wasn't done. He needed to do one more thing. He shakily set himself upright again, steeling himself for the task that needed to be done. "JoJo..." he typed slowly. "...good." The universe proceeded to explode from the revelation of truth coming from the prophet of out times, the destroyer of degeneracy, the greatest philosopher of our times. Truly we live in an exceptional world.


Emojify:

The man ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿป shakes ๐Ÿค as his ๐Ÿ’ฆ fingers ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘† rapidly ๐ŸฅŠ descend ๐Ÿ‘Œ upon ๐Ÿ‘ฆ the keyboard โŒจ. His ๐Ÿ’ฆ vision ๐Ÿ‘€ is blurry ๐ŸŒซ, his ๐Ÿ’ฆ mind ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿคฏ is breaking ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ from the immense ๐Ÿ˜ฑ effort ๐Ÿ’ช, but ๐Ÿ‘ he ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ‘ฅ must ๐Ÿ‘ซ press ๐Ÿ‘Š on ๐Ÿ”›. His ๐Ÿ’ฆ joints ๐Ÿ˜‚ tremble ๐Ÿค• as they press ๐Ÿ‘Š down โฌ‡ on ๐Ÿ”› each individual ๐Ÿ‘ค key ๐Ÿ”‘. He ๐Ÿ‘จ can hear ๐Ÿ‘‚ his ๐Ÿ’ฆ pulse ๐Ÿ‘… coursing ๐ŸŽ through each fingertip ๐Ÿ’…. He ๐Ÿ‘ฅ must ๐Ÿ‘ซ press ๐Ÿ‘Š on ๐Ÿ”›. "Anime ๐Ÿ˜น..." he ๐Ÿ‘จ writes ๐Ÿ“, sweat ๐Ÿ˜… dribbling down ๐Ÿ”ป his ๐Ÿ’ฆ neckbeard ๐Ÿ“ท as he ๐Ÿ‘จ quickly ๐Ÿƒโฉ๐Ÿ’จ brushes ๐Ÿ–Œ it aside ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿ’“ with a shake ๐Ÿค of his ๐Ÿ’ฆ unkempt ponytail ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘—. "...bad ๐Ÿ“‰." He ๐Ÿ‘ฅ collapses ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ back โฌ… into his ๐Ÿ’ฆ chair ๐Ÿ’บ, exhausted from the monumental ๐Ÿข effort ๐Ÿ’ช. And then the cheering ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ„ starts ๐Ÿ”˜. From every ๐Ÿ’ฏ nook โ™Ž, every ๐Ÿ’ฏ cranny, every โ˜ orifice ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿ‘„ of society ๐Ÿ‘ฅ, came ๐Ÿ’ฆ an outpouring of applause ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฆ. People ๐Ÿ‘ซ cheered and whooped and hollered as they too realized ๐Ÿ’ก that anime ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ bad ๐Ÿ‘Ž. There were mass โ›ช celebrations ๐ŸŽ‰ in the street ๐Ÿ›ฃ. Everyone ๐Ÿ‘ฅ knew ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค”, and would forever ๐Ÿ• know ๐Ÿ’ญ, the unforgettable ๐Ÿ’– manifesto ๐Ÿ“•. Anime ๐Ÿ˜น bad ๐Ÿ‘Ž. But ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค” his ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ™ˆ work ๐Ÿข wasn't done โœ…. He ๐Ÿ‘จ needed ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿค’ to do one ๐Ÿ‘บโ˜โ— more thing ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ‘Œ. He ๐Ÿ‘จ shakily ๐Ÿค set ๐Ÿ“ himself ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ™… upright again โŒ๐Ÿ˜ฌ, steeling himself ๐Ÿ˜ค for the task ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿ˜ก that needed ๐Ÿ˜ฉ to be done โœ…. "JoJo โญ..." he ๐Ÿ‘จ typed โŒจ slowly ๐ŸŒ. "...good ๐Ÿ‘." The universe ๐Ÿ˜ฑ proceeded โžก to explode ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿคฏ from the revelation ๐Ÿ‘€ of truth ๐Ÿ™Œ coming ๐Ÿ’ฆ from the prophet ๐Ÿ‘‹โ˜ช of out times โฐ, the destroyer ๐Ÿ’ฃ of degeneracy โœ–, the greatest ๐Ÿ˜‡ philosopher ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜’ of our times ๐Ÿ•. Truly ๐Ÿ’ฏ we live ๐Ÿ™ in an exceptional ๐Ÿ˜ฎ world ๐ŸŒŽ.


owofied:

The man shakes as his fingews wapidwy descend upon the keyboawd. His vision is bwuwwy, his mind is bweaking fwom the immense effowt, but he must pwess on. His joints twembwe as they pwess down on each individuaw key. He can heaw his puwse couwsing thwough each fingewtip. He must pwess on. "Anime..." he wwites, sweat dwibbwing down his neckbeawd as he quickwy bwushes it aside with a shake of his unkempt ponytaiw. "...bad." He cowwapses back into his chaiw, exhausted fwom the monumentaw effowt. And then the cheewing stawts. Fwom evewy nook, evewy cwanny, evewy owifice of society, came an outpouwing of appwause. Peopwe cheewed and whooped and howwewed as they too weawized that anime bad. Thewe wewe mass cewebwations in the stweet. Evewyone knew, and wouwd fowevew know, the unfowgettabwe manifesto. Anime bad. But his wowk wasn't done. He needed to do one mowe thing. He shakiwy set himsewf upwight again, steewing himsewf fow the task that needed to be done. "JoJo..." he typed swowwy. "...good." The univewse pwoceeded to expwode fwom the wevewation of twuth coming fwom the pwophet of out times, the destwoyew of degenewacy, the gweatest phiwosophew of ouw times. Twuwy we wive in an exceptionaw wowwd.


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