Some starters:
-the Fediverse
-the subreddit
-the Great Vegan Debacle
-The banning of r/chapotraphouse
More obscure:
-The pronoun struggle session
-How the movie nights got started
-How the comms were created
-outdoor cats
Don't go further
- John Brown
- the feds hiring a think tank to publish a paper on all of us (anacho-socialism)
- ke$ha-tiktok.midi
- oversized DPRK soldier :dprk-soldier:
- an ex-admin getting death threats mailed to them
- How this account is over 2 years old and has never posted before
In the month before the site launched, it played on the Under Construction page
- an ex-admin getting death threats mailed to them
- How this account is over 2 years old and has never posted before
i feel like these two are related :meow-knit:
@BrookeBaybee's daily trans comrade appreciation threads , Flintstones wrecker guy, The Dave Saga, :funny-clown-hammer: posting gulag, Rachel (who I sincerely hope is doing much better than she was when she was on here)
Rachel (who I sincerely hope is doing much better than she was when she was on here)
damn, that ones deep on the iceberg. :rat-salute: to rachel
@Shitbird had an awful boss and hilarity ensued. IIRC it also led to the shrekland stuff?
Wasn't there a massive struggle session over main being removed? Along with the name change.
On a more positive note, the time we made that Australian TERF really mad.
No everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world.
The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991.
I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence.
Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper.
I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten.
In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate.
Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership.
There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it.
My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin.
I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism).
My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money.
I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol.
I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own.
My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it.
I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist.
During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil.
William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles.
George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together.
The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor.
Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls.
When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution.
I am very smart and people like being around me.
No everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.
Not that deep, here's some deep lore:
-chapotraphouse3
-chapotraphouse_2_2_2
-chapofaphouse
-the chapo.chat raid on pixelplanet
I could go deeper but at that point I'd be poking the bear and potentially riling up the site :septabear:
Dave is only deep lore because it's one of those instances of the site bleeding into the real world
-@Shitbird didn't use to talk like that
-@TransComrade69's divine understanding of the turning number of a circle
-that time a bunch of users including myself got sitebanned for christmas
-Black Xeno-Posadist Excellence
I'd say my post-administrator mental breakdown/posting about the turning number of a circle while hysterically manic is pretty deep on the iceberg.
Mood stabilizers got me down bad now though. 🥵
The Hexbear Dan Quayle pipeline :very-smart:
Also the Moomin vs. Homestuck conflict
"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child."
-Vice President Dan Quayle :07:
