Meanwhile, At a Yoshinoya near Roppongi Hills…
>Ah, another one leaked of me…?
He sighs, and his hands move from the keys on his fresh Macbook Pro to enjoy some filling kaarage don, ¥458.
He had stopped scrolling over the usual nonsense threads to look back at his own face.
Christopher Poole frowned slightly, but quickly got over it; it wasn't the first leak nor will it likely be the last in the proliferation of the so called "rare moots."
He just knew that it was someone that he trusted that was doing these leaks, following him still only for clout. His every move privy to the net as a whole by paparazzi who do it for free. Despite his low profile, it was still bound to happen due to the nature of his past, and he had come to accept that. As it turns out, Japan wasn't exactly the best place for a white guy to try to blend away into the noise. Still, it stung a bit to know that his trust was regularly betrayed. At any rate, as a Google Employee with rather large projects under his responsibility, he had no time to root out the source.
He resumes scrolling yet another "moot thread" and facepalms at the deaf leading the blind; newfags, idiots, and outright trolls spreading ghosts of rumors of his former persona. A certain incident involving gamers inevitably rears its ugly head, and he feels a bit of disgust and anger for a brief flash.
>Why can't these guys just move on already?
He posts anonymously, for what reasons he should even bother he doesn't even know, but today he wants to correct some confused anon who said something that rather rubbed him wrong. Some days it's easier to move on than others, even after all this time it seems.
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