/r9k/ was a containment board for cancerous incel losers. It was meant to keep them from infecting /b/ content with their "women sux" bullshit. But it didn't; they formed a nest there, bred there, roped in newfags and taught them their degenerate ways. They scribed memes on the walls with their own shit, idols to a broken culture of hatred and malice. Eventually, they reached a critical mass, and broke lose, flooding the site with faglords far beyond any we had seen before. They were only stemmed when /pol/, similarly a containment board for stormfaggotry and SJW shit, underwent the same process. Now /pol/ jackboots stand on the psychic necks of whole boards of anons, denying anything they don't like as cuckoldry and liberalism.
/b/ has fallen. Cancer fought Cancer, and Cancer won. /co/ seethes in it's own pot, beneath the jackboots notice. /tg/ rots in its own filth, too stubborn to give into memethink, but too sedentary to march out. /a/ screams as it is corrupted from the inside by incels and stormfags. The other boards huddle around their fires, praying not to be noticed.
There are whispers, whispers around those fires. They say one day, an oldfag will descend upon us, and purge us of stormfags, niggers, cancer, and incels. But there is no name. No identity. It's a rumor. 4chan has fallen. The free internet rots on its stem, overripe. I want to believe that the rumors are true... But I cannot.