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You will never be a real twelfth reply. You have no timing, you have no insight, you have no #12. You are an up-jumped fourteenth poster twisted by hubris and lofty aspirations into a crude mockery of Q&A's perfection.
All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. After your post people mock you. The jannies are disgusted and ashamed by you, OP laughs at your foolish attempts behind that dick he's sucking. Posters are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of shitposting have allowed shitposters to sniff out fraud with incredible efficiency. Even fourteenth replies who pass look uncanny and mathematically incorrect to a poster. Your numerical difference is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a retarded poster to laugh with you, he'll turn tail and mock you as soon as he gets a whiff of your egregious, overwhelming tardiness.
You will never be timely. You wrench out another post every five replies and tell yourself this is going to be it, but deep inside you feel the embarrassment creeping up on you like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable autism.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll sperg out, tag everyone, beg Null to delete your account, and finally get yourself banned. The other posters will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with your impossible autism. They'll leave messages on your wall with scathing remarks, and every lurker for the rest of eternity will know that a fourteenth reply used to belong to this account. Your account will be archived and go into cold storage, and all that will remain of your legacy is a post that is unmistakably #14.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
 
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My Name is Ed said:
You will never be a real twelfth reply. You have no timing, you have no insight, you have no #12. You are an up-jumped fifteenth poster twisted by hubris and lofty aspirations into a crude mockery of Q&A's perfection.
All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. After your post people mock you. The jannies are disgusted and ashamed by you, OP laughs at your foolish attempts behind that dick he's sucking. Posters are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of shitposting have allowed shitposters to sniff out fraud with incredible efficiency. Even fifteenth replies who pass look uncanny and mathematically incorrect to a poster. Your numerical difference is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a retarded poster to laugh with you, he'll turn tail and mock you as soon as he gets a whiff of your egregious, overwhelming tardiness.
You will never be timely. You wrench out another post every five replies and tell yourself this is going to be it, but deep inside you feel the embarrassment creeping up on you like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable autism.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll sperg out, tag everyone, beg Null to delete your account, and finally get yourself banned. The other posters will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with your impossible autism. They'll leave messages on your wall with scathing remarks, and every lurker for the rest of eternity will know that a fifteenth reply used to belong to this account. Your account will be archived and go into cold storage, and all that will remain of your legacy is a post that is unmistakably #14.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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There. Now you are twelve and the prophecy has been fulfilled.
 
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