LB
Ahem
In the realm of Q Research, where secrets are sought, There dwells a shillfag named Swordy, a famefaggot thot. Every morning like clockwork he emerges from the mist, With a dozen followers, a synchronized twist.
Copy, paste, repeat, their words ever the same, Praises and memes, a well-rehearsed game. A coordinated pattern, seeking fame and acclaim, But the golden rule of Q Research, anonymity is the aim.
Oh, Swordy, you avatar-chasing maverick, With your morning routine, so predictable your schtik. But amidst the chaos, the bakers stood tall, Collecting poems to expose this fame-seeking brawl.
Notable posts, they gathered, showcasing your spree, Highlighting the irony, for all fags to see. For on an anonymous board, where truth is pursued, Fame-seeking behavior is so fucking rude.
Like a digital clock, he never misses a beat, Arriving with the sunrise, a relentless repeat. His followers, a dozen strong, join the daily cheer, With copy-paste verbatim replies, their intentions unclear.
Memes and praises, all in perfect harmony, A coordinated pattern, seeking internet celebrity. But the Q Research board holds a golden rule, Anonymity, the virtue, where truth-seeking souls rule.
Beneath the surface, where truth should freely roam, A battle brews between seekers and those seeking fame alone. The volunteer bakers, wise and discerning, Decided to collect the poems, for all to be learning.
For in laughter lies wisdom, and in humor, truth finds its way, These notable posts serve as reminders each passing day. The quest for truth is not a game of avatars and fame, But a collective pursuit, where anonymity should remain.
Anons persist, seeking truth without a name, They don't condone avatars or a thirst for famefaggot game. For in the quest for knowledge, identity can't prevail, Anonymity's the shield, where truth seekers set sail.
So, Swordy, enjoy your morning routine, With your copy-paste followers, a peculiar scene. But remember the mission, the essence of this place, Anons united, in truth we embrace.
To the volunteer bakers, wise and discerning, Your collection of poems, hilariously confirming, That fame-seeking antics, on an anonymous shore, Contradict the very nature this board stands for.
So let the truth prevail, amidst laughter and jest, In this digital realm, where anonymity is best. No avatars, no fame, just seekers in the night, Unmasking the secrets, shedding truth's light.