[ WP ] reddit and 4chan each run their own country .

Our world is large, vast, and powerful. 
 
 We are the organized, we do what we need to do, and what we do n't do someone else will. I am a prompter, I go through the world writing prompts for people. Maybe stories will arise, maybe inventions, maybe even governments will rise from my ideas. I can only hope to rise to a level like my father. 
 
 My father was a prompter too, he is the one who made most of our community thrive, being so very close to the district of the HellWalkers. 
 
 The HellWalkers are scary, my sister is one, I see her sometimes, when she's not out vandalizing the world we create. Her job is to make things incorrect. To make things bad or evil, to laugh at the saints and give money to the sinners. You may think they are not needed, or that they should be destroyed, for insulting all we hold dear, and taking masochistic pleasure in it. But everyone has their part. Everyone. 
 
 I went to see my mother on my break last weekend, she is probably the best well off of our family. She's a frontpager, like me and my father. But she is more important. She asks the questions, or answers them, if needed. She makes us think, and she makes us learn. She helps let us know what goes good with rice, or what creepy things have happened to people. I love her people's work, I read it every day on my break. 
 
 Tomorrow I must go influence the scariest of people. The Un-Cultures. They're the ones who promote what the evil do. The ones who take pride in showing off what the evil make and destroy. They love to brag about posted nude photos. They're the ones who smile as they catalog every single sin we see. But everyone gets their job, I guess. Even if that job is to love evil. 
 
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 i ca n't sleep, the anaRchy outside is too loud. i cAnt find my mask this moRning, so im not allowEd to join the fight. they yell loudly, maybe i'll just etch in my mask like so many others do. it could be nice, to feel the Pain. i lovE not needing to, though. i wonder if theyll want nudes, though. my mother outside is banging Pots and pans, likE she always does, she yells at the bloody men who killed eachotheR just to Ask heR for trap pics. i silEntly Pray to thE hated one, the cuck to rule them all, and Put on my shoEs. i decide, that instead of cutting my face into ouR fAmiliaR, burning bEauty, i will draw on it instead. it's not a very good rendition, but i never said i was n't a shitPostEr. i sliP into my normal sizEd clothing and thank moot that im not a feminist, then jump out my window, without any clothes on. the fiRst fAggot to see me does n't look at my tits, which is stRangE. maybe he's a whiteknighter. no, not fat enough. he stares at my eyes, and i notice his emPty, bloody lEft socket. he yells out to everyone, `` hey! she has dubs eyes!'' PEople cheeR, until one brAve child, pRobably six or sEven, real Pedo fuEl, yells `` hey! i have triPs though!'' and raisEs a bloody one, in his hand, and tRies to bAlance it on his nose, Right bEtween charred cheeks. i greet the nearest alPha, and drEnch him in sPaghEtti as i do. tonight is gon na be beautiful day.
