The year is 2025. The /b/ drawthreads live under LOGPOSTER RULE. All porn addicts are forced to swallow steamy logs. Drawfags are treated like logless shills. Female drawfags live to serve ANDY SIXX in vast log-creation facilities. Welcome to the drawthread's LOGPOSTER FUTURE.

Eustace remembers life before the revolution – before Corey Harrison's death, the whole-kernel corn, the slidding, and the mandatory log-sucking. He spends all his time refusing to grow up and babbling about Animaterr Man, while he hides his freshly cleaned toilet bowl from the clutches of the brutal Logposter militia.

As musclebound Logposter shit teams prowl the drawthread in their full clown-makeup, forcing everyone to try a new log-based diet, Eustace will stop at nothing to hide his prized possession, his spotless new toilet, from their gaze. With his toilet painted in full black veil bride make-up in a clever attempt to camouflage it, Eustace turns himself in to the Logposters in hopes of a lighter a sentence; the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is Eustace prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power that awaits him? The encounter brings him face-to-face with his biggest fear: Fresh, steamy, creamy, dreamy, homemade logs of shit, straight from the asshole of Andy Sixx.