Kalin
Unwanted
And so it is ended. All of the remaining buttons rounded up, subdued, banished to the void. Former bros turned treacherous button cultists
now turned feeble cucks and prisoners of war. On the forum where scores of factions once struggled for dominance only the brofist remains.
The Codex has at last achieved the Unity of which the Master dreamed so long ago. One forum, under the brofist.
The buttons still live, of course, again beyond the barrier which has shielded them since the sun was young. Their accursed parade is banished
once more, but some of its ministers remain, bellowing, raving, attempting to rate their own posts in lonely threads and forgotten subforums.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the void, and decay spreads
over the tottering forums of men.
now turned feeble cucks and prisoners of war. On the forum where scores of factions once struggled for dominance only the brofist remains.
The Codex has at last achieved the Unity of which the Master dreamed so long ago. One forum, under the brofist.
The buttons still live, of course, again beyond the barrier which has shielded them since the sun was young. Their accursed parade is banished
once more, but some of its ministers remain, bellowing, raving, attempting to rate their own posts in lonely threads and forgotten subforums.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the void, and decay spreads
over the tottering forums of men.