nobody turned heads when a few 2views stopped streaming, though if they'd done so they wouldn't have found much. The /meat/ barbarian tribes were especially thorough, no matter the idol or their numbers they always used every last part for something or another.
it went on like that for some time. Occasional isolated raids on /pkg/, /clg/, and /pcg/ taking from startups with fanbases too small to cause a concern. It was only when they set foot on Hag island that the Empire noticed something was starting to go wrong.
Captain Marine began to gather her forces in secrecy, determined to keep her relation to Hag island a well guarded secret, perhaps if she'd acted fast enough she'd have been able to stop the invasion of Uooh Island, perhaps then /tsugu/ could have been saved. It was Matsuri who came to the islanders aid, her lust for cunny fanning the flames of her menehara heart.
At the first distress signal the Matsurisu were sent out in waves, they couldn't have known what inhumane crimes the /meat/ pirate tribes were comitting on Festival's own pre-pubescent paradise. Precious cattle was weighed, measured, and slaughtered before being sent back to /meat/ packed in salts or kept alive and used for purposes of pleasure. The scalped wigs of hag and cunny alike hung from the crude leathers of the pirate hoard in a fantastic rainbow of blood stained hair, the flayed skin of idols hung from the treelines as they tanned in the sun, it was even said that there was so much blood that even from /ringo/ you could see the sanguine tint of the Fetish Sea.
They wore the faces of their prey when they fought and often they wore the bones too after sucking the bone marrow from them. When Matsurisu were captured and unable to take their own lives, they'd be found in various states of mutilation though the breast fat and juicy buttocks would generally be in the bellies of the pirates by then. While before they feasted on the indies, lolis, and hags, now they made war with the Matsurisu and despite being outnumbered their terror and guerilla warfare allowed them to keep their enemies pinned until /ahoy/ could provide support.
Now /meat/ sits in its small isolation zone, monitored by a present guard of Cunny Marines and Hag Fleets. Since then very few ships from /meat/ have been seen breaking containment in the western coast of the Fetish Sea however those few that are seen are ghastly. Adorned with the bones of oshis past captured and flying the red flags of Akira Mazono, not even the screams of the limbless indies strapped to the bows of their ships is enough to drown out their merry songs as they sail past.