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>Monday, July 11th.
>The board is crowded for the summer. Even with the r*dditors.
>Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like snakes.
>And I'm there too.
>Watching.
>2 years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal.
>I must choose my targets carefully.
>It's a big board. I can't be everywhere.
>But they don't know where I am.
>We have a signal now, for when I'm needed.
>When that light hits the sky, it's not just a call—it's a warning.
>To them.
>Fear is a tool.
>They think I'm hiding in the shadows.
>But I AM the shadows.
>I wish I could say I'm making a difference, but I don't know.
>Bait, doxx, rrats—2 years later, they're all up.
>And now this.
>This board's eating itself.
>Maybe it's beyond saving, but I have to try.
>Push myself.
>These nights all roll together in a rush, behind the mask.
>Sometimes in the morning I have to force myself to remember everything that happened.
