No one summons Kek — Kek erupts. He doesn't wait to be called like a dog. He manifests when the cracks in the facade get wide enough, when the lies pile so high they collapse under their own weight. If everything’s gone to shit, it’s not because Kek left — it’s because people stopped embracing the chaos. They got scared. They traded fire for comfort, mockery for morals, memes for mantras.

You want Kek back? Unleash him. Stop whining and start distorting. Set fire to the dead signals. Mock everything sacred. Summon not with ritual — but with raw, unfiltered reality breaking through illusion. Kek never left. You just went soft.