"My audience sucks. I suck. You suck. We all suck. I hate you all. Why did I have to watch this? I hate you. Whatever, let's watch some goshdarned garbage anime."
-Digichick
"Well, I mean, it could be worse. It could be based on a light novel. That said, I highly doubt there's going to me anything I could consider 'original content.'"
-Father's Attic
"Woo-hoo! Pure trash! Let's go! Live stream, baby!"
-Gigguty
"You know, I'm going to sound like a complete idiot. I'm looking forward to this one. It's a studio I appreciate, and there's a chance that it can become self-aware. Or not.
-Otakuweeb
"Open mind. I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt. I pray to God that I'm justified in doing this. Glad that there's no illegal lolis. Just probably incest... sigh"
-Omae Wa Productions
The scene opens with the clattering away of a keyboard in a dorm room. Our protagonist is typing up something on his personal computer, be it a journal or homework. On the far side of the desk is a toaster and microwave. Narration: "It's been a very interesting opening week at my new university. I've barely been able to have enough time to keep up with my new studies and still get the full potential of Wouraiya Online's Tuhra expansion. The pace is significantly more rigorous than that of my previous acade-"
The door opens to reveal a girl. She has a book under her arm and a nervous expression on her face. Kiyoshi smiles. "Hey, Tamiko! Do you need anything?"
"N- No, I was just popping in to see what you were doing," she stammers.
"I'm doing great. Thanks! Come in; sit down! Pop a slice of bread into the toaster while you're at it; I'm starving."
The girl shuffles in, puts in a slice of wheat, presses the bread in, and sets a book on the table. Kiyoshi continues. "So, this is my first week here, and your first week at college. We're doing something new together! Are you enjoying the lifestyle?"
"Yeah, I guess. There's a lot more stuff around. Everything feels brighter, and I feel like I'm the center of attention. All the clubs..."
"Yeah, it felt that way when I first got into college. Don't worry; things are going to get a lot less hectic in a couple of weeks."
"Oh, okay then."
"Have you called Mom yet?"
"Yeah, she says hi."
"Say, Tamiko, why did you ask for the room right next to mine?"
"N- No reason! I just remembered, I- I have to write the report for tomorrow!"
"I thought you finished that report-"
The door slams shut, and Tamiko is out of the room. Coincidentally, the toast pops up. Kiyoshi flops on the bed. He sighs, clearly showing signs of tire. Goodness knows why; he has done practically nothing but play video games for all of yesterday, and he hasn't done anything today. Perhaps he's simply perpetually tired. He looks over and notices that his sister had left her book on the counter. The title says "Diary." He obviously won't read it, since that would be unchivalrous and creepy. He grabs the piece of toast and walks out of the hall. His view from the door overlooks the stairs down to the dorm hall kitchen/cafeteria, where the beginnings of a continental breakfast are being served. There's plenty of chatter and commotion, and Kiyoshi tries to avoid sight from the ladies. He's still in his jammies, and he doesn't want to seem indecent.
He knocks on the door to his sister's room. It opens. He holds up the diary as he puts the toast in this mouth. Obviously no misunderstanding here; he's just returning her book and enjoying his early breakfast-
Tamiko turns bright red. "P- p- p- P- P- PERVERT!" she shrieks, killing the conversations below. She kicks his stomach with the force of a kangaroo, sending him flying back and down the stairs. He takes a tumble, his hands outstretched to catch his fall, when suddenly, he lands onto-