This is my last post. Yes. I'm completely serious. You see, I'm not who you all think I am. Not at all. Currently, I'm a writer for Washington Post, living in a small studio apartment, always looking for the next big story, barely scraping by sometimes.

I was asked several months ago by my editor to do a piece on this so-called 'psychology' community on 4chan that seems to become more and more popular by the day. Initially, I was intrigued. The humor was bizarre, yet interesting. Nonsensical, yet genius.

I spent several months interacting with people I had never met before in my life, learning the culture, what was "based" and what wasn't. Eventually, I began to make my own posts, testing the waters now and then. And eventually my own posts started getting noticed, and maybe for a minute or two I understood why you all do this. But that didn't last long. And with time, I began to notice how stale the content truly was. How the same 'memes' could be spammed over and over again, and still get massive amounts of attention.

I began to notice something else. The viciousness with which you attacked each other. The semi-constant bullying and harassment. Each day, it made me even more sickened than before, to the point where you people made me start questioning everything about reality and what I knew about it. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was drinking 2 bottles of whiskey every night. But, finally, my mission is complete. Tomorrow, we will be publishing a comprehensive guide on this 4chan board, potentially exposing some of your users' most well kept secrets. I just want to let you know you all make me sick.