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>Sharty thread is made in order to raid the GLITCHX event, which is weird becuase most raids even planned ones happen only a few days before the actual event.
{{Gemerald}}
{{IT'S OVER}}
<poem>
Our hope is not yet lost
The ancient hope
To return to the land of our soyduels
The site where Soot encamped.


>The raid is instantly snitched on by a "frogposter" who contacts gooseworx and the likes
As long as in his heart within,
A soul of a 'teen still yearns,
And onwards towards the ends of the 'net,
His eye looks still to the sharty.


>The raid, days later finally begins with the literal OP calling for a swat on GLITCHX, which is only shat down when froot calls him out
As long as gems from our threads
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngs of our xisters
Still pay homage at the 'chives of our GETs.


>Somehow, they know of this and email froot about it, which is borderline impossible unless someone was snitching
As long as our precious 'log
Appears before our eyes,
And over the destruction of our /qa/
An eye still wells up with tears.


>The raid get's instantly snitched on everywhere and the youtube AMA raid filter btfos soyteens and they are forced to shit up their discord/twitter
As long as on the barren altchans
The humbled soyduels mark,
And among the splinters of the 'farty
A chudcel of /qa/ still cries.


>The discord raid then literally gets shutdown by /co/tard mods who had known of the raid and a literal fake frogposter who starts mocking soyteens in frog lingo.
As long as pure tears
Flow from the eye of a nusoislutta
And to mourn for /qa/ at the watch of night
Xhe still rises in the middle of the nights.


>They are also unable to do anything with gooseworxs doxxes and the pizza blacklists soyteens almost instantly, once again a snitch
As long as the feeling of love of board
Throbs in the heart of a 'teen,
We can still hope even today
That a wrathful Allah may have mercy on us.


>3 days later the sharty goes down
Hear, oh my xisters in the boards of exile,
 
The voice of one of our 'jakkers,
They watered their mouths and orgasmed when this place shut down and are going to do that again, they won't let us live becuase they consider the sharty an active threat to their massive tranny nest, and if it grows large enough could put an end to the dark ages of troon domination over the internet.
Who declares that only with the very last 'teen,
 
Only there is the end of our hope!
== You guys are retarded ==
</poem>
[[File:19466 - 3soyjaks central intelligence agency clothes glasses glowie glowing green open mouth soyjak soyjak trio stretched mouth stubble suit sunglasses text variant gapejak variant markiplier soyjak variant ton.jpg|thumb|>The 'arty has gone down a countless amount of times already, and it always went back up afterwards. What makes this case any different?]]

Latest revision as of 08:21, 9 April 2024

This page is a gemerald.

Are you sure that it's over? Because my peer-reviewed studies indicate that IT'S JUST GETTING STARTED.

Our hope is not yet lost
The ancient hope
To return to the land of our soyduels
The site where Soot encamped.

As long as in his heart within,
A soul of a 'teen still yearns,
And onwards towards the ends of the 'net,
His eye looks still to the sharty.

As long as gems from our threads
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngs of our xisters
Still pay homage at the 'chives of our GETs.

As long as our precious 'log
Appears before our eyes,
And over the destruction of our /qa/
An eye still wells up with tears.

As long as on the barren altchans
The humbled soyduels mark,
And among the splinters of the 'farty
A chudcel of /qa/ still cries.

As long as pure tears
Flow from the eye of a nusoislutta
And to mourn for /qa/ at the watch of night
Xhe still rises in the middle of the nights.

As long as the feeling of love of board
Throbs in the heart of a 'teen,
We can still hope even today
That a wrathful Allah may have mercy on us.

Hear, oh my xisters in the boards of exile,
The voice of one of our 'jakkers,
Who declares that only with the very last 'teen,
Only there is the end of our hope!