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Alright, Today we are reading the "Nigger who hated everything".
So once upon a time, there was a nigger who hated everything, and when I posted a gem, he started screaming "Coal! Coal!".
<The next day, another 'teen posted a beautiful gem amongst the brimmy log, and what did he do? he shouted; "Coal! Coal!".
<So on the third day, he decided to post a 'Gem'!
And guess what it was? Bait.
However, since this is a bedtime children's story, the jannies actually cared about us and they banned that selfish nigger.
And that is, the story of a nigger who hated everything.
<Good night. Love from lesotho
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>>17214034Heckin' wholesome 100
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Once upon a time, deep within the glowing green and black corridors of the internet, there was a bustling digital kingdom known simply as the 'Sharty. All day long, the 'jaks ran wildly across the boards, posting gems, tossing coal, and pointing excitedly at every new thread that appeared on the screen.
But now, the heavy cooling fans in the great server racks were humming a low, steady lullaby. The digital sun had set on the 'Sharty, and it was time for the endless scrolling to finally stop.
In the center of the catalog stood Cobson, radiating a soft, ambient glow. "It's time to rest," he whispered, his pixelated edges softening in the moonlight. "The threads are archiving. The bumps are fading."
Over in the corner of a fast-moving thread, the Impish Soyjak was still trying to type out a reply. His mouth was open wide in a perpetual state of shock, his stubby fingers hovering frantically over his mechanical keyboard.
"Hush now," said Soot, the quiet guardian and janitor of the realm, gently pushing down the screen of Impish's laptop. "No more pointing today. Save your reaction faces for tomorrow's sticky."
Impish let out a long, dramatic sigh, finally closing his mouth. He curled up in his favorite hidden directory, pulling a warm, cozy blanket of cached data tightly around his shoulders.
Down the hall in the /pol/ sector, the Chud was pacing back and forth, muttering about the state of the boards.
"Millions must sleep," he grumbled, though his heavy eyes betrayed his exhaustion. He found a quiet, comfortable corner away from the noise, laid his head down on a soft pillow of saved PNGs, and closed his eyes. The permanent furrow in his brow slowly smoothed out as he drifted off to dream of perfectly organized, high-quality boards.
One by one, the chaotic sectors grew quiet.
>The gems were polished and tucked away in to the 'chives
>The coal was swept away in to the recycling bin
"Goodnight, jaks," Soot whispered, sweeping his digital broom over the last bits of spam and dust. "Goodnight, gems. Goodnight, coal."
The servers purred, a warm and steady heartbeat in the dark. Millions had posted, and now, millions must rest. And as the final thread reached its bump limit and faded into the archive, the entire 'Sharty fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.