Thoughts on fumo

Fumo. Foomoh. Mofumofu. Fu-CKINGSELLMYKIDNEYSFORTHESEPLUSHIES-mo.

Fumos are a legion of highly sentient godly beings overhead by lord ZUNmo brought into this godforsaken realm by GIFT, a cult dedicated entirely to and for the fumo, by a dimensional rift. Fumos often take shape of characters from a rather schizophrenic series known to man as 2hu projectto, in a small and soft plushie form, and as a result gathered a mass cult following span from GLORIOUS NIPPON to pretty much every part of the world that is infected with weebs. From their innocent look they don’t seem to be anything but harmless, marketable plushie, but don’t let that fool you, trust me. One would look at a fumo and think to himself: “Oh hey, that’s quite cute,” and the next second he will brutally massacre anyone who stood against the way of fumo in cold blood; I personally took this to heart myself. Fumos themselves, however, only rap(tur)e those that they deem as frens, as only the most based of men could understand and be with the fumo. The Cirno Fumo spins eternally, the voices in my head persuade me to give in my kidneys for the fumo. The next blue helmet that attempts to separate me from my fumos will deeply regret it.