Veteran here, been around since the Habbo Hotel raids of '06...
Them were the days, a simpler time were it was simply for the lulz and the worst yer fear is a quick ban
Bantz were a shout of "Pools Closed", faxin' a religious order pages of black or just a bomb of spinnin' dicks.
Where a man knew who was his enemy and knew who was his friend.
But now, now things ain't so certain no more, you can have your whole life ruined, job takin', reputation destroyed, incessant houndin', beatin' from dark clad fluro colored sheep with no place to hide. Where the stakes so high that failure could mean the end to it all.
But like a faithful child of the 'Chan's, when she calls you, you need ta answer. So I pick up my Gimp, my snip tools and my pack of 7 proxy condoms.
Because War. War never changes.
Isn't it your nap time?