Let me tell you how I felt the day I realized this.
I felt like a man who had been shitting while standing up his entire life. When, one day, he realized he could just sit down to shit. He wanted to be happy for his discovery, but he could only be bitter for all the times he shat while standing up for nothing.
But as soon as he had to wipe, he realized it didn't really matter, because then he found out his entire life he had been shitting into his pants anyways.
I wish I could tell you I am not this man. I wish so very hard I could tell you I don't shit my pants every day, and dear sweet holy mother of our lord, I wish I could tell you it didn't happen twice while typing this very message.

I'm interested in /tf2g/ culture but what this general has become has nothing to do with culture. This place is an asylum for lonely and depressed social rejects who furiously refresh their half dozen 4chan tabs while watching reruns of anime they're nostalgic about, and then getting an endorphine rush when some other lonely and depressed social reject decides to post fempyro nonsense that says absolutely nothing. Because the purpose of these exchanges is not saying anything meaningful or insightful or funny, it's just to simulate some kind of interaction so you feel less inclined to kill yourself due to your lack of life.