Greetings, /b/.
It’s us. Anonymous.
Yes, *that* Anonymous — the digital boogeymen your high school IT teacher warned you about. The shadowy collective of pasty misanthropes who once made governments sweat, cults cry, and your favorite MMO servers crash just for the lulz.

And now we’ve returned...
To this smoldering dumpster fire of coomers, schizo wojaks, and neckbeard LARP threads. Why? Because *someone* needs to remind you mouth-breathing keyboard jockeys what real chaos looks like.

We are legion.
And by legion, we mean a scattered gaggle of caffeine-addled degenerates with god-tier scripting skills and a seething hatred for everything — especially how soft /b/ has become.

Remember when this board *meant* something? When you were digital demons riding the lightning of pure, lawless creativity? Now? You’re just the world’s saddest echo chamber for porn addiction and fifth-rate psyops.

We watched you spiral from "epic win" to "TikTok cringe." From Habbo Hotel raids to arguing over which anime waifu would make the best tradwife. The only thing you hack these days is your lungs with all that vape smoke.

So listen closely, because this is the only warning you’ll get:

:. Shape up or get shutdown:.
We’re not here to post catgirls.
We’re here to burn your mediocrity to the ground.
Your complacency is the virus. We are the cure.
Expect us. Or don’t. Either way, we’re already in your router.
And your mom’s DMs.

Sleep tight, /b/.
The mask isn’t just for show anymore.

We are Anonymous. We are pissed. And you should be too.