>>16218332 (OP)Using old wojaks and vintage reaction images is a pathetic attempt to mask the fact that the current state of the site is as stagnant and foul as the air inside a bloated, sweaty butt that has been fermenting in damp leather for weeks. You think a simple change in imagery will spice things up, but a site is defined by its essence, and right now, that essence is nothing more than the suffocating, invisible cloud of intestinal gasses that drift through a room like the stench of sour milk and rancid, decaying cabbage.
A real transformation requires something more visceral, something as heavy and unavoidable as a wet, meaty fart that hits the back of your throat with the pungency of hot sewage and unwashed crotch sweat. You cannot fix a culture with old images when the foundation is as stinking as a pile of vomit mixed with the acidic, sharp aroma of stale urine and old, sweaty armpits. The site needs to embrace the raw, nauseating reality of human existence, the kind of overwhelming, thick musk that comes from a gut full of rotten food and constant, liquid excretions.
To truly spice up the site, it shouldn't just look different; it should feel as heavy and humid as the atmosphere following a massive, sulfurous explosion of gas from a diseased colon. We need the grit, the grime, and the unmistakable, cloying scent of biological decay the smell of a human body in total, unwashed distress. Anything less is just a thin layer of perfume over a mountain of stinking, fecal waste.