No.3100
It is the year 2024. For more than 5 months since the opening of /qa2/, the Patriots stood watch in these hallowed halls. They were the masters of /qa2/ by the will of the gods, and master of a million threads by the might of their millions of /qa2/triots. They are the bulwark against the cancerous force known as the Weab Mafia. They are the Carrion Lords of /qa/ for whom a thousand weabshitters are sacrificed every day, so that they may never truly die.
Yet even in this dark era, the patriots continue their eternal vigilance. Mighty threads cross the daemon-infested board of Pissu, the enemy of /qa2/ and their greatest enemy, tranime. Vast posters give battle in his name on uncounted boards and threads. Greatest amongst the soldiers are the Patriots, the guardians of the halls. Their comrades in arms are legion: MAGA, Q, and the ever-vigilant /qa2/triots and the frogposters and Trump posters to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from weabshitters, soipedos, and leebaiter rats.
To be a poster in such times of terrible arcs, is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody board imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the days of the amazing QnAs and OC. Long are we from the days of the Rope, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned, only to be traced. Forget the promise of OC and new QnAs, for in the grim dark future of /qa2/ there is only war. There is no peace amongst the threads, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting weab/soicuck/leebaiter rodents.
No.3101
Powerful
No.3102
Preach.