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The Frootists went underground, while Remaining coalyma's men gathered 'round. The Dollist sounded the alarm, and the sootist took up arms. The zartycucks withered and died, as the /a/ turned to 4cuck and cried. The /pol/ said a final prayer to brenton tarrant, the /qa/ moved their pawns either here-or-there, and the nuadmin screamed out that after all that "it simply wasn't fair albeit."
Souls banned and annihilated. The remaining good jannies shouting for soyteens to run to the bunkers and splinters, Jartycuck whispering that it would be okay, and the fleeing teens hearing the final announcement from nuadmin, he would ever hear as the banwave fell closer down - all extinguished in one of many flashes. Their stories would remain untold, their gems forgotten. No one will remember them, as there would be no one to remember after this day. Where was I, you may ask, on this unholiest of PPD Spikes? Chilling in my thread, as I watched captain coal and evil jannies in hordes. Oneβ¦ twoβ¦ three more as soyteens burned its own memory to ashes. I sigh and holding up my soylent to the coming shockwave. A final goodbye to all soysphere achieved, and all soysphere forfeit. "What a wonderful partyβ¦" The roar gets ever-closer, as I close my eyes and smileβ¦ my jakking concluding as the ban takes me, too.
We shall unite later, Teens.