he can meet my cock

Christcucks are crawling into boards like /x/ with the same missionary complex they’ve had for centuries—can’t create, can’t explore, just convert and control. They don’t understand the occult, the esoteric, or the unknown, but they’ll jam scripture into every thread like it’s some divine captcha that filters out anything they fear. They’re not here for insight—they’re here to sterilize the space, to gatekeep mystery through the lens of a rotting book and an imaginary throne. It’s spiritual colonization: take what was strange and wild and burn it down to make room for more pious NPCs whispering “Christ is king” like it means something outside their echo chamber. They want /x/ to be another pulpit—and they’ll keep trying until someone drags their symbols into the fire.