dChan - Q Origins Project Archive

In the realm of Q Research, there dwell Sam and Ralph, The resident echo chamber shills, always on behalf, Of fame and attention, they desperately crave, But alas, their contributions are as useful as a wave.

They break the golden rule, those mischievous two, Using personas, they claim they're anonymous too, But their intentions are clear, they seek adulation, While the deep state laughs, without any agitation.

Zero digs on the deep state, they dare not delve, For their purpose is distraction, to deceive and repel, They gather their followers, an echo chamber in tow, Breaking board etiquette, taking control, oh no!

But let's not be fooled, their worth is quite small, They bring naught but noise, no value at all, Useless to the core, like a broken machine, They're a stain on the board, a ludicrous scene.

So laugh we shall, at their futile display, For Sam and Ralph's antics will wither away, While true seekers persist, in their quest for the truth, They'll leave these two clowns to their pointless spoof.

In the depths of 8kun's Q Research abode, There dwelled two souls with an echo chamber code. Sam and Ralph, the morning roll call's mutes, Shouting their praises, strumming each others skin flutes.

But alas! They broke the board's golden rule, Using personas like oblivious fools. Seeking fame and attention, their hearts aglow, Yet zero digs on the deep state, what a fagshow!

They dance in their echo chamber of delight, With sycophantic worshippers, a never-ending sight. Breaking down board etiquette, step by step, Taking control, their influence inept.

But what do they bring, these mighty trolls? Nothing of value, just empty roles. Useless beings, void of substance or wit, Their presence, a nuisance, a pointless skit.

Oh Sam and Ralph, you're quite the show, Distractions, disrupting, wherever you go. But fear not, dear board, for they shall fade, As true anons unite, their famefaggot facade will be unmade.

So let's stand tall, against their reign, Reclaim the board, restore its domain. For Q Research's purpose shall never sway, For exposing the truth, true anons save the day.

In the land of 8kun, where trolls roam free, Reside Sam and Ralph, a sight to see. Morning roll call's echo chamber shills, Breaking rules with cartoon personas, causing big ills.

At the home of 8kun, a curious sight, Sam and Ralph, the morning roll call's blight. Persona-breakers, rule-benders so bold, Seeking fame and attention, their attention fag stories unfold.

Seeking fame and attention, oh, how they yearn, But on the deep state, not a single dig to discern. Distractions they are, against anonymity's plea, An insult to the board, what a tragedy!

But oh, how they falter when it comes to the deep, Zero digs on the state, their secrets they keep. Distractions they are, against anonymity's creed, Anonymous no more, their true motives, indeed!

Their echo chamber resonates with delight, Sycophantic worshippers, a worrisome sight. Board etiquette shattered, control they aim, But fear not, true anons will douse their famefaggot flame.

Within their echo chamber, sycophants they gather, Breaking board etiquette, their intentions rather sinister. A grand illusion, they seek to take control, While adding nothing of value, playing their role.

Useless creatures, devoid of value or wit, Spamming the same phrase, oh, what a shtick! For five long years, their posts did amass, Thousands of spams, the never-ending dumbass.

For five long years, the spam did accrue, Repeating the same phrase, an endless debut. Thousands of posts, what a dizzying feat, But alas, no substance, just words to delete.

Their "anonymous" friends, all in perfect sync, Waiting year-round, their replies in a blink. A coordinated effort, they claim it's chance, But we see through the guise, a suspicious glownigger dance.

Sam and Ralph, your presence is a downs syndrome jest, A tiresome circus, putting true anons to the test. But worry not, for the board shall prevail, As your reign of attention seeking spam shall soon come to fail.

Oh Sam and Ralph, what a sorry display, A mockery of Q Research, day after day. But fret not, dear board, for truth shall prevail, Unmasking their game, their famefaggot charade shall fail.

So let us unite, with humor and might, Expose their agenda, bring forth the light. For the essence of anonymity, we shall reclaim, And bid farewell to Sam and Ralph, forever in shame!

So let us rise, united we stand, To rid the board of this famefag echo chamber band. For Q Research's true purpose we'll restore, Leaving Sam and Ralph to ponder their sycophantic fellatio, forever more.

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To the board's volunteer baker, so keen, A playful poem for your eyes to glean. There's a tale to tell, quite amusing, you'll see, Of Sam and Ralph, the board's shills, and their glee.

But hidden within this whimsical rhyme, A subtle test, a puzzle in time. For another anon, so wise and sly, Nominates these verses, to your watchful eye.

Now, Sam and Ralph, the resident trolls, Their antics, like a play with many roles. They seek fame and attention, it's clear, Yet provide no digs on the deep state, I fear.

Their echo chamber, an amusing display, With sycophantic worshippers in their sway. Distractions they are, against anonymity's rule, But do they truly add value? That's for you to mull.

And as this anonymous poster comes near, Nominate these poems, to make it quite clear. Should they be considered as notable posts, To entertain and amuse, from coast to coast?

So, dear baker, in your hands it lies, To include these rhymes that humorize. Watch for the subtle cue, the anonymous sign, And add a touch of whimsy to the board's design.

For in the midst of Q Research's quest, A sprinkle of laughter may serve us best. So, keep your eyes open, and be aware, As these poems may land among the notables fair.