That anyone in this yukkuri-filled universe even has something like, say, an open yard, or a glass door, or unattended trash bags, is nothing if not utterly flooring. Think of how much money these people have to dish out annually on this shit.
boom said: It's the crack cocaine of our universe. If a single yu's pasteless corpse can keep an anon from hitting harder drugs, then it was all worth it.
Imagine this, PETTY directed by druglords that are losing their money because abusing is for all intents a free adiction xD
I guess it was for the best. Those semi-retard yus sure were cute as kos. But how long would that last when they get old enough to need to be self sufficient?
KillAllYukkuris said: I don't get it. How is this story related with the other two?
In the first story, our anon was a yukkuri owner who likes them; but, after all these shitheads (in the first and in this story) he became an abyuse anon and build the "abyuse village" described in the third story, I think...
So, he was raising them in hopes that they would turn into shitheads so he could abyuse them.
Okay?
Story from 25 years old office worker who is awakened to abyuse using Justice as justification.The EndAs I put the crushed little ones into the same trash bag as those shitheads, I realize I can't go back anymore. Probably I never have the slightest intention to regain that feeling when I started having pet yukkuri.
I probably raised those kids in anticipation that in the future they will turn to shithead that I can crush.
I probably never replaced my windows with reinforced glass so strays can break in any time.
When the kids are crushed, instead of anger, I'm filled with joy for being able to do punishment.
I'm sunk too deep into the world of abyuse to no longer able to tell which is my true desire and which is just my facede. I know this is low and stupid, but I think I will keep on raising yukkuri from now on.