I’m convinced that Japan doesn’t actually exist. Somewhere in Iowa there’s a guy named Jason who, between rounds of masturbating to Dali paintings and listening to music that Gyorgy Ligeti would call too avant-garde, created this Chinese fanfiction culture which he placed on an uninhabited island that was used for atomic bomb testing in the 40s.

Every day Jason eats a bucket of shrooms and uses CGI to create something from the depths of his schizophrenic delusions, attributing it to one of his characters. Some of them have lengthy careers, some of them are actually creations by those characters, a few are just copy-pasted pictures of Koreans with scribbles where their name should be.

Source: reddit