This board can clear from stem t'stern before I put a NEET on ice f'farirly speakin' his mind, just t'slake other NEETs, desire f' vengance. Indeed t'NEETs who's already drunk on hate f'the man who spake t'him harshly.
All along this cursed journey I've witnessed NEETs deal with the board's own transgressors. Shoutin' and a yellin' a man down to the planks of the decks, 'till he's whipped raw by their venom and ire.
D' ye ken what I'm a sayin' NEETs, Ye all signed up f' this wretched board knowin full well that its a chan. Ye left behind y'mothers apron strings for the hard words of the board. BE MEN I SAY T' YE ALL! BE MEN DAMN YE ALL!!
The offer be yours an' yours alone NEETo, puttin Nuro at t'helm was just a ruse, just a prod along t'get ye t'change yer mind.
Y'must accept t'helm NEETo, the board wills it, there is no
When I was naught but a sprog of a NEET, an old hand spake t'me often, sayin' that the way t'changin' a man was t'let him speak his thoughts, Then his actions'd follow his words, if his words made sense t'him and the others around him. This board beneath our feet be the home above the sand and santhe slime and the dwellers on the bottom that feed on the scraps from the top. Rockin the boat f'the lulz and keks be only good for the worms and the eels.
Those NEETs who jumped ship to dance with that fool cap'n cruisey, be damned t'stay close to the dubious safety of the shoals, where the winds of controversey shall not blow. They'll run aground soon enough.
I wont sail on that ship o'fools,
There are a'plenty of other boards for a professional shitposter like m'self.