That's extremely interesting. Please, do tell.
Picture this: The year is 2009, the month of May. My friend, now absorbed in the realm of 4chan, has become a basement dweller, nothing more than a senseless poster using such abbreviations as "u", and "4", and "lol", and submitting to the vocabulary of an illiterate digital community - Such terms as "troll" and "n00b".
I remember what he was before that - A strapping young man, with a bright future head. A bit crazy, yes, but we all are. Alas, now, his current form has been dissolved. Whenever I saw him there of, I got nothing but grunt or hallow "Hiii".
By week two, it had gone so far. He was too deep in. I had lost him to the dreaded land of 4chan. But, I feared not, for I had one final corner to turn to! I had God upon my side. So, wielding my cross and Holy Water, I approached him slowly! Madly, he snarled at me, demanding I be gone. I came closer and closer, until he lashed against me. My cross flew across the room, my arm now pinned by his. Then, in one swift kick, I knocked him to the ground! I grabbed his arm, reached for my cross, be sure he was restrained. Wielding my cross once more, I performed the exorcism. The demonic spirit of 4chan had been abolished from his soul.
The sun shone the next morning. The light dew shined upon the grass while the birds lightly chirped to the sunrise. As I watched the sun rise, I knew such demonic being was not destroyed. It still existed around the world, breeding in the souls of unsuspecting humans. But, perhaps, one day, the threat will be gone, so all man may live in peace, harmony, and Love.
That's the absolute, true story. Nothing edited nor exaggerated. :D!
