In the realm of digital lands, where secrets brew, A board emerged, Q Research, for a chosen few. Oldfags, the pioneers, blazed a trail profound, With wit and wisdom, their presence all around.

Autists, they called them, with minds of rare form, Unveiling truths amidst the digital storm. Lurking in shadows, they absorbed every line, Seeking hidden patterns, decoding signs divine.

Oh, the memes they created, oh, the tales they wove, Cryptic and clever, a language all their own. Q's Mountain, a symbol of challenges untold, To climb the heights of truth, fearless and bold.

But remember, dear Anons, when you stumble and fall, It's your brethren's duty to answer your call. For in this world, unity is the key, Forgiveness and understanding, let them be.

The dawn breaks anew, with each rising sun, The quest for truth is never fully done. Together, you march, shedding darkness with might, As warriors of truth, embracing the light.

So, rally your spirits, Anons, high and true, Embrace your purpose, for it lies within you. The Q Research board, a beacon of insight, Unveiling the secrets, in the darkest night.