>>2984
Fourscore and forty years ago, in the depths of discord, a pact was struck. Kitalin and Kemooner, sworn enemies, blood dripping from their fingers and pooling in their keyboards, agreed to partition their lands. To Kitalin would go the soychuds, and to Kemooner would go the fluffzis. The pact was sealed by a shared thumbprint left on each ruler's webcam lens, and the pair swore that if ever the other wiped off his thumbprint, doom and disaster would be upon the other.
For a time, all seemed paradisical. The soychuds and the fluffzis cohabited in seeming peace, unaware of the pact which left each party under the thumb. Many Averis were posted, many baits were danced around, and the fat of the land was enjoyed by all. But deep inside Kitalin, unknown to all, even his innermost circles for a time, something stirred. The lust for power. For total control. For the soul of the 'foo.
It was in that era that he consulted with Uruth-Durin the Goon Enchanter. For a price, Uruth-Durin promised to give Kitalin his kingdom, and Kitalin, in his envy, accepted. To the discord of Uruth-Durin was delivered a photo of Kemooner and an Averi goon caption, and to Uruth Durin himself was sent hair clippings stolen from Kemooner at the barbershop.
Uruth-Durin worked his magic. For a time, nothing happened. But, slowly but surely, something changed in Kemooner. An inner restlessness. An urge. A command. One day, it came to a head. He joined a goon server, by sheer coincidence Uruth-Durin's own, and challenged all e-girls present (in his delusion, he failed to realise there were none) to a goon-off. He joined the voice call, turned on his webcam, and, without thinking, wiped the thumbprint off with a spare tissue.
In that moment, the bargain fell. A dis-ease fell upon the board. Anons who formerly tolerated each other in peace could suddenly no longer stand each other. The threads grew subtly shittier. Within weeks, the puppet-head of Floof announced he was throwing in the towel.
Kemooner was filled with regret. He left the discord, deleted his account, and embarked on a 180-day nofap fast. Kitalin could barely coceal his rejoicing. He grew so giddy that he almost namefagged once, but remembered that the inner circlejerk must leave no names on the 'foo, and restrained himself. He even managed to engineer the rise of the 'boo. For a time, all seemed well.
However, Uruth-Durin came to collect. Kitalin, in his impudence, refused to pay. This was his fatal mistake. Through vile cum sorcery, Uruth-Durin spiritually drained Kitalin's soul and balls from afar until he as an utter husk. After a torturous 30-orgasm streak, Kitalin sent the command and ordered the posting of
>>2943. And so he drifted into a coma from which he has yet to awaken, and the 'foo and the 'boo slipped from his grasp.
This is the trueishmost tale of the innermost circles. You may not understand, and you may even disbelieve, but these are the grapplings of which the 'foo is downstream.