The first and last project of The Rabbit Republic.

“REPUBLIC COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD! For one post! Then back to the grave.”

So says funny_bunny. We intended to post this not long after the last chapter…but funny_bunny wanted this to be released alongside our successor’s, making this pack weeks late. The circumstances can be read here.

Getting back on brass tacks; we have surpassed all expectations. The Republic has managed to release the whole first volume of Range Murata’s Robot within a relatively short period of time, despite the fact that funny_bunny was consistently missing and everyone else was utterly disorganized. Yes, holstein seized control and I assisted in management, but really, I still find this amazing. What originally began as an anonymous group somehow manifested itself into a byzantine organization that fueled nothing but hatred and greed. I will not bother to explain because there is nothing new about our interactions with one another. It is a cycle of violence that is historically perpetuated, with brief moments of optimism. No, I’m just joking.

All digressions aside, the Republic did end on the 14th. The era is over. Naturally, once one ends, another begins. We of The Rabbit Republic have become The Rabbit Reich. And so this relic will remain. In a while, all links to files will be eliminated, except this release. In it holds all chapters, cover pages, contents, and as prettyprophet insists, the credit pages. If you are one who has kept up with releases, then the covers and contents are right here: megaupload, mediafire, rapidshare.

No, we will not be continuing Robot. If you head over to the Reich, you might find some sort of reason. In truth, there is no real reason. funny_bunny no longer has the desire and that is all. That and mounting pressure from a number of us stating that his resources would be better directed towards something else.

Since holstein has broken the code of anonymity, some Rabbits have decided to speak:

Kawaii Pattycakes: I drew a lot of stuff on the credit pages! Hahahahaha!

edthefucker: Swearing to fucking Buddha, if you’re an idiot who bought these releases somewhere…fuck your face. I don’t mean in the “I bought this off Amazon because I’m an oh-so-horny-for-Japan whiteboy” sense. I mean in the “This cunthead is charging money for these poorly scanned jpgs and I think I’ll pay to get it, even though it’s free somewhere else AT THE ORIGINAL SOURCE, because I really like having fat, uncircumcised cocks up my ass and didn’t bother to look around” sense.

Lavie Rhap: Got past the Lunar New Year intact and finished it off. Impressive.

D: I changed my mind. After having to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for funny (I don’t even know if it is), I’ve realized: I really hate this stuff. Or maybe it’s just Robot; I wouldn’t know, I don’t read comics.

prettyprophet: Hey, I sneaked my comment into the release itself. Heh, plebs.

HERZOG: Kei Sanbe was undoubtedly influenced by Ingmar Bergman.

Aerith’s Bitch: I have NOTHING.

puffismagix: Damn, I don’t know why you had me do this. Everything is moving.

Killer Ink: It’s strange seeing puffismagix’s words in a cohesive sentence without spelling or grammatical errors. Editing does wonders.

holstein: “The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.”

funny_bunny: Well, this was a fun ride! Peace out! Catch everyone over at THE REICH! WE GOT PRETTIES THERE!

Indeed. The Rabbit Republic is dead, long live The Rabbit Reich.

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“I said
If you’re thinkin’ about my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white
I said
If you’re thinkin’ of being my brother
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white”

Huzzah! Huzzah for the Republic! Huzzah for the Rabbits!

honey_bunny: We’re back.

funny_bunny: The insidious holstein with her spiteful hoard, doughty as they were, have been swept aside with mighty blows of truth and justice!

honey_bunny: Translation: We said we’d do the last chapter and gave holstein a piece of cheesecake.

funny_bunny: Which she promptly threw at me.

honey_bunny: And missed, hitting the unfortunate rabbit behind you.

funny_bunny: That was good cheesecake.

holstein: Too dry.

funny_bunny: Killjoy!

honey_bunny: Ah, speaking of which, what was that announcement you were to make?

holstein: Good is dead.

funny_bunny: Gut ist tot!

honey_bunny: What they say is true.

funny_bunny: Trust your force…and head into the Garden of MADNESS!

honey_bunny: Maybe not that.

funny_bunny: Fufufu!

Hanaharu Naruco’s Picnic.

Emily: Hells yeah! Down with the Republic! burn burn burn

Barbarossa: You dont know how good manga is if you never tasted the bitterness of anime! Then again people say bitter medicine works best, so pray that anime will help you to find superior truth!

edthefucker: WOWWWW all this is such fucking drivel. itoh had the right idea, tits and blood, surefire way to rake in the dough. naruko, what is this tease. cmon, give us the hardcore action you’re famous for and BAM this shit’ll sell like fucking japs fighting over dragon quest. OH yeah, JJTANG and the rest of you kiddos at mangaupdates…did you give moonlight a bad rating just because you dont get it? Seriously what the fuck yo. man if you really didnt get it, something is fucked with you. Maybe too much lolicunt and lolitits rot your brain? hey i couldnt give flying shitstorm over moonlight or ratings since it’s worth less than a slut’s tampon, but honestly. there is nothing to get. NOTHING. this isnt a jacob behmen or un chien andalou or even a kim ki-duk. this is a ‘OH LOOK AT ME AND MY REALLY COOL CONCEPT’. but the concept sucks major ass. anyways if you did get the concept, you’re probably thinking what im thinking. and if you’re not, clearly something is wrong with your shit detector.

Nyx: Pah.

Lavie Rhap: I don’t look too kindly on manga or anime, mainly because I find it all very shallow and pandering to the masses. Granted, that can be applied to everything, which is why there isn’t much that excites me. There are always exceptions though; no, Bleach is not one of them. Why am I helping holstein? I have my reasons.

Chokechain: did you know Oputon is the most popular release? Grow the fuck up, you paleskins.

D: Uh look, I just wanted to finish off this thing, not make some sort of statement about how awful this subculture is. Yeah I know it’s awful but I don’t really care.

zizzle: whoa when did i do anything

holstein: “We civilizations now know ourselves mortal.”

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YUG’s Hemohemo, Chapter 1. From Range Murata’s Robot Vol. 1.

No more Republic. No more Rabbits. Only us.

First Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! hail to thee, scanner of Good!

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! hail to thee, cleaner of Good!

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! that shalt be queen hereafter!

honey_bunny:

holstein, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?— I’ the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That she seems rapt withal:—to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Lesser than holstein, and greater.

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, holstein and honey!

First Gypsy Down the Street:

holstein and honey, all hail!

holstein:

If these perfect speakers are breathing truth…

[holstein cattle-prods honey, orders him to be locked in a box, the box encased in cement, and tossed into the Atlantic.]

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Damn yo, that was whack cold-blooded shit.

[Exeunt.]

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“Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

Am I not merciful? Of course I am.

honey_bunny: Oh absolutely; you didn’t have to release this so quickly, but you did.

holstein: Fuck off.

honey_bunny: Shadows and dust.

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“Blah blah blah
Something Mr. Roboto
I’m not even
Bothering to look up the lyrics
So I hope you enjoy
This instead because it’s
All you’re getting
Fucking Rabbits
I’ll kill you all”

There’s your precious excerpt again. Happy? Fuck you. Shut up and work.

honey_bunny: I don’t think abusing them will make things go faster.

holstein: funny_bunny abused them.

honey_bunny: Sexually. And that was more of a flirtation thing he does.

holstein: So I should beat them.

honey_bunny: No. But me saying that won’t stop you, will it?

holstein: No.

honey_bunny That reminds me to watch There Will Be Blood.

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Hiroyuki Asada’s Pez, Chapter 1. From Range Murata’s Robot Vol. 1.

Too many Rabbits. Purges are necessary.

honey_bunny: Don’t worry. Considering our number, it’s not like any of us kept a roster.

holstein: I did.

honey_bunny: Wait, even I don’t have a master list.

holstein: I’m group leader.

honey_bunny: Technically, no one’s group leader. And if we were to have a leader, funny_bunny more or less has a lock on that position.

holstein: Not anymore.

honey_bunny: Right, the coup thing.

holstein: funny_bunny talk is now forbidden.

honey_bunny: I still don’t understand who supported you.

holstein: Discussion time is over.

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It seems that out of a thousand rabbits, none managed to pick up on the fact that Haccan’s “Eventyr” was actually two pages short.

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Which is why you ought to thank a magnificent character by the name of Mifeena, who found the time and effort to inform us of said silliness. That said, the missing pages are added; please feel free to grab them in this (hopefully) final release. Also, it should be noted that Eventyr is not actually a oneshot; it should have the subtitle “Two Witches and Two Spells”, as the first page suggests. The reasoning for this is due to Volume 2 of Robot, in which another story by Haccan is placed under the “Eventyr” brand. But I digress, as usual.

Additional note: You really ought to thank Mifeena, because according to several sources, holstein was aware and just didn’t feel like scanning. According to several other sources, funny_bunny could not be reached for comment because he’s apparently dead. I’m starting to think [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] tiramisu [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] stopped these motherfucking bullets [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and without a doubt, No Country for Old Men couldn’t have ended any other way.

I hope holstein doesn’t go Gestapo on this.

“Thinking of Vaughan now, drowning in his own blood under the police arc-lights, I remember the countless imaginary disasters he described as we cruised together along the airport expressways. He dreamed of ambassadorial limousines crashing into jack-knifing butane tankers, of taxis filled with celebrating children colliding head-on below the bright display windows of deserted supermarkets. He dreamed of alienated brothers and sisters, by chance meeting each other on collision courses on the access roads of petrochemical plants, their unconscious incest made explicit in this colliding metal, in the haemorrhages of their brain tissue flowering beneath the aluminized compression chambers and reaction vessels. Vaughan devised the massive rear-end collisions of sworn enemies, hate-deaths celebrated in the engine fuel burning in wayside ditches, paintwork boiling through the dull afternoon sunlight of provincial towns. He visualized the specialized crashes of escaping criminals, of off-duty hotel receptionists trapped between their steering wheels and the laps of their lovers whom they were masturbating. He thought of the crashes of honeymoon couples, seated together after their impacts with the rear suspension units of runaway sugar-tankers. He thought of the crashes of automobile stylists, the most abstract of all possible deaths, wounded in their cars with promiscuous laboratory technicians.”

Embrace it.

PS: Dissent will not be tolerated. Tolerance to dissent will not be tolerated.

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“Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call’d Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?”

I can find excerpts too. So obey.

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