7e0ab6, The Shillbot of 1912

Original screenplay 2018, soon to be a Steven Spielberg film

Brothers, one day we will discuss the meme war and this Great Awakening with our children’s children. Among tales of hardship, bravery, lulzy takes and winning bigly, the strangeness and chutzpah of the shillbots will no doubt also ornament our tales, causing the brows of our little ones to quirk in wonder as they say “but… they sound like total tards, grampa. Were they? Real actual human tards? Or just the bot kind?

We may never know. This is the tale of one such shillbot and its mission: to eat bread, slide diggs, and gonfuze and inzuld the earnest hardworking anons of qresearch unto sticking forks in their eyes or, worse yet, filtering the bastards.

Why so serious? Well, while real autists might post 2, 3 even 7 or 8 posts per bread, shillbots like our protagonist would post upward of 27. That’s because what they lacked in substance, they more than made up for in volume, especially when coupled with irritation potency, many times greater than that of a stinging insect or driver’s licensing clerk.

27 times did this shillbot post. The (((beast))) impugned our spelling, our baker, our cleverness and originality, even our very humanity. But we did not yield. The BTFO’ing was as effortless as it was complete. We did not slide from our mission, but indeed did kek again and again at the futility and extreme retardation of our enemy’s pathetic maneuvers.

One anon lurked in the wings, marveled, and determined to document the event.

For God and Country. For posterity. And for every nameless, ageless, genderless faggot that answers to…. Anon.