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>My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams, this wasted chan. But most of all I remember Letty’s ex, the man we called Jezza. To understand who he was you have to go back to another time. When /ftl/ was nibbling off the fishtank stream, and the thousands of threads sprouted all over television and film.
>Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty simping tribes went to war and touched off a blaze that engulfed them all. Without the fishtank website they were nothing. The jannies moved them on. The viewer base declined and dropped.
>The anons posted and posted and posted. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their fantasy crumbled. The /bant/ threads exploded. A whirlwind of shitposting. A firestorm of fear. Simps began to feed on simps.
>And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Jezza. The ex-boyfriend Jezza. In the call of a discord chat he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out desolate man. A man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the 4chan threads. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.
