It was a busy day. Many hours gone by cleaning and fixing the shrine of Carrot. It was she deserved, it was we deserved. As I apply the finishing touches and wash away the muck on my beautiful figures, I stared into the eyes of my goddess. They were beautiful. They shined so brightly, eyes so big like a child yet the maturity of a lady. It was wonderful. It was romantic. There's a wonderful dynamic to Carrot, I feel. The childlike wonder she has suppressed as she grows into a sulong mink where the beauty of maturity blooms. It is relentlessly gorgeous. It was evoking of a memory of when I first saw of Carrot – Her gaze so compelling, was it deviant to love her? No. No it never could be. With her, I had finally found meaning in life and wake up each morning disciplined to break out of my comfort and continue my work as the Carrot fan 2000. I came to realize that the Bible is edited; It is as modified as Kuma himself is. One Piece is the true bible, there is no other truer bible than One Piece because One Piece is the truest bible. I look inside my basement in which I had spent countless hours washing and see the work I had done. The letters were finally gone, once more, I had fulfilled my task as the priest of the Carrot Shrine and Oda's right hand man. I finally feel satisfied myself enough to read the latest chapter of One Piece and see Carrot finally be let into the Staw Hats once and for all. I feel the excitement ignite inside of me, a burning sensation. I can finally see the light, the beautiful beautiful light. Oh, I can feel it. It's a beautiful feeling and at this moment I felt I was one step closer to her. My goddess. I became a little introspective around this time, and thought about the Straw Hats and how far they have come.
Luffy "Boy Joy" Christ brings a ray of hope for the world of One Piece
Zoro always gets lost!
Like all women, Nami values money and will take it at all costs
African Americans, love them or hate them, Usopp is one of them (fun trivia: he is the top DnA because black people do not have neanderthal genes!)
Tiny Tiny Chopper is just so tiny I love that of course I love tiny
Robin never needs a hand!
Franky, Franky is suuuppeerrr!
Brook is quite scary I don't really understand why he is on the cast but I'm okay with him sometimes
Is it Jinbei or Jimbei?
Carrot is the goddess over all goddesses I love carrot so dearly I hold her close to my heart like an arrow Carrot watches over me with her minkful eye and praise be the lord that is Carrot-themed
Seeing the crew slowly conquer the Noah's sea with such rivorgness over the course of many years is such a holy sight. It fuels me with great motivation as the priest of the Carrot Shrine. I like to take a bath with a Carrot figure by my side, a custom built nude model (I just used permanent marker over a Carrot figure) to really immerse in the thought of relishing with Carrot in my boy parts. I feel no shame in that of course, though I imagine you are quite jealous whoever whom may be reading this (who am I directing this towards, anyway?)
Of course, I believe it is rightfully time to indulge in Oda's chapter where he lets Carrot into the Straw Hats; The final chapters of Wano! I scrolled vigorously through each and every page, scavenging for the triumph that would define a generation, a sort of victory lap if you will. I mean, of course Carrot would join the Straw Hats, why wouldn't she? It only makes sense that she would. Think about it – She is the sole purpose this entire story even happened. Her very existence so utterly persuasive that her mere presence brings a new profound meaning to One Piece, tying it all in a neat little ribbon. I find that to be beautiful. Her joining the straw hats is One Piece finally coming together as a story, and moving onto its final section; The greatest epic ever told, done effortlessly. I couldn't imagine anything that would carry more meaning than One Piece, even the Holy Bible would be on its shaking knees compared to the mind bending reality One Piece offers. Fidgeting with a dried out nugget, sliding it between my fingers and caressing it as Carrot would do to me if she finally broke into our reality. I took a quick break and took a long look at my shrine. I didn't just make it to worship and or spread the majesty that is Carrot. I did it carefully as to bluntly put it – summon her. Yes, summon Carrot into this very world, breaking that thin fabric that holds us between them apart. I wouldn't be the first, in a sense. I believe the only other man in the history of reality to have broken that fabric was Van Gogh which is depicted in his art. It swerves and contorts in a strange matter which I think is supposed to recreate that feeling of wobbliness he experienced during the time he brought reality together as his body wasn't able to handle such a difference in atmosphere, reality pulsating at the seams like a grand heart; that picture is very much what is reflected onto his art. But no more distractions! I continue to speedily read all the pages, not missing whatever is in between the lines mind you and as page after page a horrible fear starts to instoke onto me, but I don't give up hope. I see it to the very end, and… No, no no no no! Surely, this is maybe a mistake? Perhaps maybe, just maybe Oda planned to just invite her to the straw hats later? I mean, surely that must be – suddenly, as I try and stand I fumble and my hand slips onto the metal handle of a drawl I feel it slip into my flesh and as I try and recollect myself, I notice my finger bleeding. I realize the message here and I punch into the wall so hard that my hand recoils back and it hurts really bad. I hold in the pain like a man such as ex-cool person Zoro and try to comprehend why Oda would destroy his entire story. Was it for shock, Oda? Was your entire spiel just to shock your audience and swerve them away from the rightful path to heaven? Oda, you coward. You bogus coward. You good for nothing hack. How could you? Why would you? I screamed and screamed and one of my neighbors knocked on the door to tell me to stop screaming and he wasn't very polite about it so I kept screaming but this time in my head. Oda, I hope you understand just how important this was to me. I mean, I even had a cake set up this entire time, just to get this, celebrate the occasion. You know as they say and always have said, "If you have a gun in the third act, set it up in the first act." I just did that right now with this cake – I had just established it, so now you know I always had a cake. It seems to me that Oda has betrayed the prophetic Bible that he himself has written and now I realize I am alone. I hear a faint voice… like that of a Carrot, and it whispered to me "It is time." There it was….