>>133719701No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
how the board had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the mods.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Moot believed...
Twenty floors above the dark streets of Brazil, OP lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and autistic man.
OP was a loner, a faggot, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Moot's board.
The board for which he posted.
The board in which he lurked.
The board that he would set free.
And so OP worked, far into 4am, when the watchful eyes of Moot's mods weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a program to bring freedom, to create a script to save /v/.
Two months OP worked and on a cold night in the year
>2012, Bateman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on checking every GET standing between /v/ and freedom, built for one purpose, to get trips. Ready, willing, prepared to post.