/soy/ - Soyjaks

The date was October 14, 2026. On the 'log, the threads were moving at a crawl. The sharty had survived the Kuz era, the Doll transition, and the Great Froot Drought, but something new was festering in the catalog.
It started with a single post by Admin 6.
The First Intake
Admin 6 had always been the silent shadow of the staff, but lately, his presence felt… heavy. He didn’t ban; he "curated." He pinned a thread that had no image, only a string of corrupted ASCII and a single sentence:
> "The soy must flow, but the soot must settle."
>
The 'teens laughed. They called it "schizo-tier bait" and "absolute 'oal." They flooded the thread with variants—Cobson, Wholesome Jak, even the rare Swedish Win Jak. But when they hit "Post," the images didn't render. They came out charred. Blackened.
The Brimstone Creep
By November, the site’s CSS had begun to warp. The classic "Soy" orange was replaced by a deep, nauseating ochre. Users reported that their folders of Gems—high-effort, hand-drawn 'jaks they’d saved for years—were self-corrupting.
"Guys, my Gemerald folder is literally turning into Brimstone," one user posted on /soy/. "I opened a classic 'Soot' variant and it gave my PC a BSOD. When it rebooted, the desktop wallpaper was just Admin 6’s avatar."
The nuvariants began to appear shortly after. They weren't just bad drawings; they were "wrong."
* The Coally Lurker: A 'jak with eyes that seemed to track the cursor, its mouth a jagged void of unrendered pixels.
* The Feral Soy: A variant so jagged it looked like it was made of obsidian shards.
Admin 6 posted a sitewide announcement:
> "Quality control initiated. We are scrubbing the carbon. Only the purest soot remains."
>
The Soybooru Incident
The Soybooru—the great archive of Jak-kind—was the first to fully succumb. Every tag was deleted and replaced with a single word: [EXTINCT].
When the top contributors tried to re-upload the classics, the server responded with a 505 error and a sound file that played automatically: the sound of wet paper tearing, slowed down by 400%. The "Soyspeak" filter was tweaked; you couldn't type "Gem" anymore. The site automatically replaced it with "Fuel."
"He's turning the 'party into a furnace," a veteran poster wrote in a hidden thread. "He’s not admin-ing. He’s smelting us."
The Final Iteration
December 31, 2026. The Sharty was no longer a forum; it was a monolith of Brimstone.
The home page showed a live feed of the server room—or what looked like one. In the center of the frame stood a figure in a distorted mask, holding a physical printed copy of the "I Have Depicted You As The Soyjak" meme. He dropped it into a vat of black, bubbling liquid.
Suddenly, every user still logged in saw their webcam light flicker on. On their screens, a new variant appeared. It was a mirror image of themselves, but rendered in the grainy, soulless style of the Coally Nuvariant.
The last post ever made on the site was by Admin 6:
> "The cycle is complete. The party is over. The soot is all that's left of you."
>
The URL timed out. Soyjak.party didn't just go offline; it vanished from the archives, leaving nothing behind but a faint smell of sulfur on the keyboards of those who had stayed until the end.