But the last-comer was named among the Autists Kekrandir, the Green Pilgrim, for he dwelt in no place, and gathered to himself neither wealth nor followers, but ever went to and fro on the Interwebs from 4chan to Reddit and from Facebook to Instagram, befrening all fags in times of need. Warm and eager was his spirit (and it was enhanced by the ring Nassim), for he was the Enemy of Soros, opposing the fire that devours and with the fire that kindles, and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy and his swift wrath, were veiled in garments as green as the pots, so that only those that knew him well gimpsed the flame that was within. Merry he could be, and sought neither power nor praise, and thus far and wide he was beloved among all those that were not themselves shills. Mostly he journeyed unwearyingly by VPN, leaning on a ridiculous avatar, and so he was called by the Men of the Kun Pepe, 'the Autist of the Board'. For they deemed him (though in error, as has been said) to be of Autist-kind, since he would at times work wonders of memery among them, loving especially the beauty of sarcasm, yet such marvels he wrought mostly for the lulz, and because he was bored, and desired not that any should hold him in awe or take his counsels out of fear.
You have no power here, Servant of OSS. You are nameless, faceless, formless. Go back to the void from whence you came.
Three Tripcodes for the Autist-kings under the sky.
Seven for the Shitlords in their basements stoned.
Nine for Shill Fags doomed to die.
One for OSS on his porcelain throne.
In the Land of Quantico, where the Glowfags lie.
One Trip to rule them all. One Trip to find them.
One Trip to bring them all, and in the gayness bind them.
In the Land of Quantico, where the the Glowfags lie.