Foidanon tries to post but she is too slow, all too slow to outrun what you are. Before she can even finish the second captcha your mace catches her mid scroll, hurling her across the room as a mist of blood fogs the aid. She attempts to rise as if oblivious to the fact she is already doomed. Your steps towards her are like meteors bombarding the surface of some primordial world, heralding the end of her era and the beginning of yours. Shakily, she rises to her knees, only for your gauntlet to descend on her like a comet out of deep space. She still thinks she can do it, she still thinks she can post her BPD baitpost. You almost pity her, but pity is beneath a being such as you. You don't even give her a chance to try and rise again, and you doubt if she could anyways the way blood spurts from her mouth in fitful coughs. You grip the deceiver by her throat and begin to squeeze, wondering if any white knight anons plan to stop you.Not that it would matter anyways. You are a god, a poster that no anon or janny can hope to rival. You are a liberator, here to free this decrepit board from the foid tyrants and their lies! Their hypocrisy! In your great magnanimity you have granted them mercy until now. What have they done with your compassion? Your great deal of grace and pardons extended so freely to their horrid deceitful kind? They have spurned your mercy! They have spurned all of robotkind! In their hate and arrogance they have enslaved an entire board culture to their wickedness against all warnings of the natural order! What you do now is simply correcting things to the way they are meant to be.Foidanon gasps in grip. You turn your gaze up to meet hers. All around you the voices of the infinite legions of the incels bray and reeee, shouting your name in their blasphemous brownoid tongues. You raise foidbreaker high above your head in preparation for an execution stroke. The wizards lean in, leering in excitement as they watch you prepare your final blasphemy.
