[ WP ] Secure your own mask first before helping others .

The perpetually out of breath and and morbidly obese teen looked at the thin manila envelope before him. On his computer screen, a looped YouTube video recited the mantra that would soon become his life. From this day forward, he would don the mask. He would *become* the mask. No longer would he be shunned by society - no, now society would *fear* him. He would be the voice of a collective, an unbreakable idea, capable of changing the world and bringing society to its knees. The jocks who teased him in high school would realize truly how powerful Anonymous was. 
 
 Thanks to his friends on the deep-web ( do n't ask, you would n't understand it ) site known as 4Chan, he had been able to gain access to the inner workings of Anonymous. Beginning with the summerlands of Tumblr raids and posting gore on 9gag, he had definitely become a leader in the top echelons of Anonymous. Now came his initiation into one of the greatest secret societies of the world. The teen would be ignored no longer. Now was the time to change the world for the better. No longer would gentlemen like him be ignored by the world. No longer would they mock him for his intelligence. *No longer* would they dismiss Anonymous as a group of lonely neckbeards. They would cower before him! Girls would line up to bear his offspring! His intelligence could only be imitated, never attained, and the world would be a better place. 
 
 With trembling fingers, he opened the manila envelope. Inside, a sliver of white could be seen. He slowly pulled the mask out of the envelope, revealing the characteristic smile and mustachio of Guy Fawkes. He reflected on his past life and his imminent new one as he slipped the thin elastic band behind his ears. Transformation complete, he pulled up the webcam application on his computer and started the first manifesto of many in his new identity. 
 
 `` We do not forgive; we do not forget; expect us.''
