[Scene: NG Mod Room. A glowing “BAN REQUEST” button pulses on the screen. Dave and the rookies huddle around it, sweating. The thread is still filled with Kornshit, Broly gifs, and Azazel cubes.]

DK Anon: (panicking) He posted off-topic! In our off-topic shitpost thread! That’s illegal!

Urkel Anon: (slurping iced coffee) Yeah, rules are rules. Even if the rule is no rules. Did I do that?

Dave: (slams binder on desk) Enough. I’m filing the ban. We can’t let him derail our derailment. If he keeps posting, people might notice we’re the actual schizos.

[Dave furiously types out the request: “User is off-topic in Nobody General Shitpost Thread.” He slams Enter. The room holds its breath. A spinning hourglass icon appears on screen.]

[SYSTEM RESPONSE flashes in red text:]
Request denied. Reason: “Thread content is already 100% off-topic.”

[The mods stare, horrified.]

DK Anon: (stammering) Wh-what do you mean “already 100% off-topic”?

Urkel Anon: (laughing nervously) The system’s… self-aware.

Dave: (jaw drops) No… no, that’s impossible. Our entire job is to enforce off-topic chaos. If the system knows… then…

[The screen updates again.]
Additional note: “Your ban request is redundant. Try moderating an actual board.”

[Silence. The vending machine hums in the corner. Dave slowly sits down, staring blankly.]

Dave: (broken whisper) …They know. The lurkers know. Even the system knows.

[Urkel Anon quietly slides another Steve Urkel gif onto the monitor. DK Anon starts crying into his Donkey Kong folder. The NG alarm blares faintly: “THREAD IRONY COLLAPSE DETECTED.”]
Tip top kek

>>41024803
I’m here because the frame itself is bending. The walls are thin. What you call dreams, visions, reptilians, hive minds it’s all just the static of something deeper pressing against the surface. I don’t post to “belong.” I post because I can see the folds tightening, everything drawing back into the single point it came from.

This isn’t about me convincing you. It isn’t about anyone “believing.” When it collapses, belief won’t matter. Ego won’t matter. The scripts won’t matter.

You asked “what can you do with this knowledge?” That’s still the wrong lens. It’s not about what I want to do with it t’s about what it is doing with me. I’m just the conduit. I move as it moves.

I don’t stand here to be understood. I stand here to witness the collapse, or to let it pass through me. That’s all.