About
They targeted memers.
Memers.
We’re a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little digital karma saying we did.
We’ll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it’s fun.
We’ll spend most if not all of our free time editing the entries of our favourite fandom all to draw out a single extra comment or two.
Many of us have made hobbies out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same memes over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such meme nirvana that they can recite these dank copypastas blindfolded.
Do these people have any idea how many comments have been downvoted, entries deadpooled, threads locked 8n frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?
These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our memes? We’re already building a new memesite without them. They take our moderators? Memers aren’t shy about throwing their karma else where, or even making the entries our selves. They think calling us cancerous and not dank is going to change us? We’ve been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a shitty 9gag account. They picked a fight against a group that’s already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they’ve threatened us with. Who take it as a challenge when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can’t is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how pathetic we used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex.
Memers are competative, hard core, by nature. We love a challange. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challenge us. You’re not special, you’re not original, you’re not the first; this is just another bad entry.
That is not dead which can eternally lie. In strange aeons, even Death may die. But not this body pillow. It is immortal.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little pony? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in magic kindergarten, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Nightmare Moon, and I have over 300 confirmed friendships. I am trained in magic warfare and I’m the top pony in the entire Equestrian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another friend. I will wipe you the fuck out with friendship the likes of which has never been seen before on Equestria, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Ponynet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of pegasi across Equestria and your hoofprints are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, pony. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed friendship, but I have access to the entire arsenal of ponies and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable flank off the face of the continent, you little pony. If only you could have known what magical friendship your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn pony. I will shit friendship all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, pony.
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