When I was born britfeel was a far simpler place. It was all just NEETS and students. But it wasn't for me. Then came the Summer of Nonces. Jun and Len arrived on the scene. There were villains banned for twelve days for racism doing time with avatarfag nonces down six hours for posting twenty images of poofs. I mean work it out mate. We're in the wrong fucking game. Nonces. Changed. Everything. Always remember that one day all this nonce business will all be legal. They won't leave it to people like me. Not once they figure out how many yous is in it. Not singles. Fucking doubles. Britfeel Nonces PLC: "Giving People What They Want." Good times today, regret tomorrow. But this is now. So while prohibition lasts, make hay while the sun shines. I'm not a nonce. I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be noncing. I mean ten years ago a bit of noncing was for pop stars or a celebrities birthday bash. It was demonized by /Pol/ posters getting drunk shitposting in naff brit/pol/ threads. Now they're my biggest clients.

It is vital that we work to a few golden rules: Always post in small teams. Keep a low profile. Never post with anyone who doesn't come recommended. I mean it's like posting anything: pepes, wojaks, trannies, as long as you don't take the piss people will always come back for more. And that's not to say that we don't have that special kind of magic that turns two images into three. But never get too greedy. Know and respect your enemy! It is only very very stupid people who think the rules are stupid. And avoid like the plague, loud attention seeking wannabe nonces like Helper who are in it for the glory, to be a face, to be a name. They don't mean to fuck up. They just do. Oh, and forgive me for stating the obvious, but stay away from the end user. They're guaranteed to bring you trouble. As does discord. I hate discord. And anime. But, as some Roman general once said. If you want peace, prepare for war.

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