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I've been with you faggots for about a year now, whether by lurking or by posting. I've been here during the god-awful summer shitposting of 2014, the equally god-awful shitposting that OR/AS's release brought, the "Amour is ded" shitposting that reigned supreme before the date episode, and the seemingly eternal shitposting by a certain someone who is no longer here with us.
I've cringed at the autism that has fueled pic dumps of Serena and Korrina and Cabernet and Millefeui and Jessica and every other Pokegirl known to makind. I've rolled my eyes at the constant back-and-forth between Amourshippers and anti-Amour baiters. I've clenched my fist at the depravement of the Bonnie sexualizers. And I've nearly barfed at the mere arrival of the literal shitposter.
Yet, in spite of all of that, I somehow keep coming back here. What is it about these threads that keeps me coming back? What is this mystical allure that these threads possess that can bring one back even in the face of so much cancer?
Whatever the answer may be, I'll see you all again soon enough. Good night, faggots.
