GroKonar

I know what you all are. A bunch of sissy black-wearing long haired 4-eyed kumquats in highschool listening to angry music. I know because in my short time here, i've seen enough to prove it. I know your kind. I was exposed tyo you sissies time and time agin because I happended to like science fiction and RPGs and the only way I could play (in HS) was to be exposed to your juvinile dominions... eventaually, I became so disgusted with your dickless ways I told Gary gygax to suck Steve jackson's dick and started lifting weights and became the guy that you are afraid to look at while you serve me and my bitch tato-skins at Applebees (because my chick is so fine you cant look at her without feeling like fucking Quaide).

So here's the deal. Myself, an 2 of my friends are sitting here, drunk, bored, and looking to fuck with some faggots instead of driving downtown to fuck the shit ot of the half-rate girls you blow your load s to every night - entertain us with your pissant defiance you Klebold dickless faggots!

And to you shits that want to play the "oh, this is an obvoius troll blah blah - well, so what? Would you say that shit if I was in youyr face? Bacause I am you faggots! HA!

   

Cho Seung-Hui was the REAL MAN. He takes shit from NOBODY. Calm and cool, he scored 31 frags and 1 self-kill, the highest score ever.

Born in Korea, raised in America, he had dice in the mirror, dual-guns in his hands. He looked at his university, he was finally there to sit on his throne as the gunman of VTEC.

Contrary to popular thought, Cho Seung-Hui was not an emo. An emo does not have the courage to kill others, let alone himself. He killed 32, INCLUDING himself.

Not only that, he was also known as the "Question Mark." He was nameless. He was the anonymous of the real world.

Short Asian dude who is good at math? Hell no, what we have here is an sophisticated English major with a unique Korean-style Tae-Gun-Do. Was he a mitchell? No, he was a Zerg. And he had a fucking bad day.

Just to prove he's a force even in death, his videos, photographs and writings were mailed to the NBC news network.

If real life was Starcraft, then he just ZERG-RUSHED and fucking OWNED us.

A true /b/tard in life.
A true /b/tard in death.
He was an hero.

FACT: (site communautaire américain) WAS FUNNY WHEN WE WERE ALL 12 LIVING IN THE SUBURBS LISTENING TO LINKIN PARK WATCHING DRAGONBALL Z DRINKING PEPSI WHILE PLAYING HALO CO-OP ON THE EASIEST SETTING DURING WHICH WE CONSUMED DORITOS AND LOOKED AT PAINTBALL GUNS ON EBAY IN INTERNET EXPLORER CONNECTED THROUGH AOL ON A 56K MODEM BEFORE HOPPING INTO OUR BALDING FATHERS' LATEST MIDLIFE-CRISIS-IMPULSE-SPONSORED JAPANESE-BUILT SUV TO HEAD TO THE MALL AND GET MORE SKATEBOARDING SHOES AND THIRD-RATE IRREGULAR LEVIS AND MOUNTAIN BIKE PARTS BEFORE HEADING HOME, VOTING DEMOCRAT AND MASTURBATING TO THE LATEST SEARS CATALOG WHILE HUFFING PAINT IN YOUR GARAGE BEFORE TALKING TO PEDOPHILES ON AIM PRETENDING TO BE WHATEVER CAMWHORE THEY'RE RANTING ABOUT ON MYSPACE WITH A MATRIX QUOTE/ANIME CHARACTER NAME/TRIPLE SIX-ASTERISK-PARENTHESES-SURROUNDED SCREENNAME BEFORE HEADING TO YOUR SUPPOSED "GOOD SCHOOL" IN THE MORNING TO BUY MORE POT TO SMOKE DURING YOUR COUNTER-STRIKE LAN PARTY WITH JIMMY AND THE REST OF HIS FRIENDS TAKING RITALIN AND ADDERALL AND PROZAC EIGHT TIMES A DAY BEFORE TAKING A CASUAL PASS AT LOCAL, STATE OR NATIONAL GOVERNMENTIAL FIGURES, LEGISLATURE, OR STRUCTURE TO APPEAR EDGY AND INTELLIGENT IN FRONT OF YOUR BUDWEISER-SNEAKING, LIMP-WRISTED, NEAR-TO-COLUMBINE SOCIOPATHIC "DEEP" FRIENDS WHO PLAY THE VICTIM WHEN THEY START LOSING ARGUEMENTS SIX DAYS BEFORE THEIR BOTCHED SUICIDE ATTEMPT SIMPLY BECAUSE SCHOOL TRAMP NUMBER TWELVE WOULDN'T GO UNDER THE BLEACHERS WITH THEM TO LET THEM GET TO SECOND BASE BEFORE THEIR THIRTEENTH BIRTHDAY.

WAS FUNNY WHEN WE WERE ALL 12 LIVING IN WEST PHILIDELPHIA LISTENING TO WILL SMITH WATCHING NIGGERS DRINKING GRAPE DRANK WHILE PLAYING BASKETBALL ON THE EASIEST COURT DURING WHICH WE CONSUMED WATERMELON AND LOOKED AT A COUPLE OF GUYS WHO WERE UP TO NO GOOD IN MY NEIGHBOURHOOD CONNECTED THROUGH OUR BLACKNESS ON A STREET BEFORE HOPPING INTO OUR LATEST PIMP MOBILE TO HEAD TO KFC AND GET MORE FRIED CHICKEN AND GRAPE DRANK AND MARIJUANA BEFORE HEADING HOME, NOT VOTING AND MAKING TROUBLE IN MA NEIGHBORHOOD HUFFING PAINT IN YOUR GARAGE BEFORE TALKING TO MY MOMMA ON TELEPHONE PRETENDING TO BE TOUGH RANTING ABOUT SMELLY CABBIES BEFORE HEADING TO YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLES HOUSE IN BEL AIR TO SETTLE YOUR THRONE

I have finally deciphered 4Chan's place in this chaotic reality. We are too intelligent to suffer the psychiatrists pablum for long. We are to knowledgable to tolerate the 12 step meetings. We are to obscure to seek a support network. And so, we gather. A fellowship of the sick and twisted. A miasma of "just not right". We are the cesspool that resides in hidden reaches of the darkest portions of our psyche's.

Give us your annoyed, your unwanted, your fucked up masses. We are 4Chan. We are Anonymous. We are.

'They shall be my finest warriors, these /b/tards who give themselves to me.
With Photoshop I shall mould them and in the furnace of randomness I shall forge them.
They will be of iron stomach and steely PENIS.
In great legion shall they march and with the mightiest memes shall they be armed.
They will be untouched by forgiveness or forgetfulness, no furries will blight them.
They will have tactics, strategies and scripts such that no foe will best them in invasions.
They are my bulwark against the Internet.
They are the defenders of Humanity.
They are my Anonymous...
...and they shall know no fear.'

-The Emperor of 4chan

/b/ is the only thing i have. but i hate /b/. there's never anything original content. yeah, new memes pop out every now and then but they are all the same.

i want to start living but i feel that ive become too perverted and cynical to speak to non-/b/ people. normal people seem so stupid and hypocritic. filled with meaningless values that they think matter.

what should i do? i'm too lame to kill myself

>meaningless values that they think matter.

wow...i'v had the same feeling after /b/,

every friend i introduce to /b/ changes...honest truth every single fucking one changes and i suddenly get open with them, and they agree everyone is so fucking ignorant and blind

The fact is, EVERYONE is the selfish, hateful monster that you think /b/ has turned you into, it's just that most people learn to hide it under layers of insincerity, maybe even so well that they convince themselves they're good people.
All /b/ does is strip away those layers with anonymity, so you can see the horrible person underneath, it doesn't mean you're any different to anyone else, just that you're not seeing the front that people put up.

dear user,
you have just entered the very heart, soul, and life force of the internet. this is a place beyond sanity, wild and untamed. there is nothing new here. "new" content on 4chan is not found; it is created from old material. every interesting, offensive, shocking, or debate inspiring topic youve seen elsewhere has been posted here ad infinitum. we are the reason for "not safe for work". we are the anonymous army. cross us and you will fail. anonymous is everywhere. you depend on us every day. we bag your groceries, we fix your computers. anonymous sees you before you see him. sitting at desks around the world right now is a nameless, faceless, unforgiving mafia composed of the best of the best.

we are 4channers. the people devoid of any type of soul or conscience. products of cynicism and apathy, spreading those very sentiments daily. anonymous is the hardened war veteran of the internet. he does not forgive or forget. we have seen things that defy explantions. heard stories that would make any god-fearing, law abiding citzen empty their stomach where they stand. we have experienced them multiple times and eagerly await their return.

4chan is a place of sheer genius and utter stupidity, and there is often a thin line dividing the two. here you will see a state of mind that exists in most human beings, but is rarely if ever shown. this is a place where taboos do not exist. 4chan cannot simply be regarded as a simple website or imageboard. it is so much more than code. 4chan is alive and constantly changing. this is a subculture, a self-governing sect of the world. rich in history and foundation. to become a 4chan user is to speak a different language. to leave behind any methods of conventional thinking you once knew.

there are things here that you will not understand and things you never will understand. if you cannot accept this then GTFO now. because there is no turning back.

this is 4chan
this is /b/

Sincerely,
Anonymous

06/29/06(Thu)01:25:46 No.9598378   

So. I'm hearing about this guy named Mitchell, and yet another 4chan invasion. Usually? I don't care about them. This one pushed it a little too far.

I guess it reminded me of an old quote... first they came for X. I didn't care. Then they came for Y. I didnt' care. Then they came for me. Nobody was left to care about me. No, you haven't raided anywhere I go regularly yet, but knowing the /b/tards it's only a matter of time.

The most amazing part of this whole thing, to me, is that apparently some of you have been expressing concern. You're WORRIED you might get in trouble for this. o rly? The human equivalent of the bubonic plague is worried? Then maybe you fuckwits shouldn't have done something like that. Christ, everytime I listen to you god damned /b/tards and your invasions, your desu, and your absolute IDIOCY, I die a little more inside.

Seriously. You guys serve as an active reminder that the vast majority of the human race genuinely deserves to die. I'd pull the trigger. I'm going to hell ANYWAY, I might as well take a lot of worse people with me. I used to think extremist Islamic terrorists could be pretty bad... but when I think about it more, at least they're fighting for something they really believe in, for their god. You? What the FUCK can you people possibly say that would even make it POSSIBLE you could avoid Hell, assuming there is one?

"You COMPLETELY miss the point of /b/. /b/ is not Fark "oh hay guys i found a cute link ha ha." /b/ is not Slashdot's pseudo-intellectual discussion. /b/ is not LiveJournal, SuicideGirls, or HotOrNot. /b/ is a place for people to be monsters- the horrible, senseless, uncaring monsters that they really are.

Tsunami owns the Asian continent and we laugh. Psychotic emo takes his sickness out on a cat and we laugh. A man rapes his granddaughter and we laugh, and ask for more. Suicide, homicide, genocide- we laugh. Racism, sexism, discrimination, xenophobia, rape, and baseless hate- we laugh. We are mindless "me-too"ism; we are irrational preference; we are pointless flamewars; we are the true face of the internet."