Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Void

Disclaimer: The terms "win" and "fail" are frequently used by even the mainstream these days, trashed and shat upon from their original usage. I use the terms and possibly other dead-memes here in a scientific sense, so please bear with it.

<strangelove> yo what do you think of that stupid project chanology?

As a whole, I would like to say it's retarded. The people doing it aren't channers, nor are they individuals of a nasty outlook as would be expected of channers; they're just a lot of people who joined some protest movement and saw V for Vendetta and Fight Club too many times, simply part of a sad collective of human beings who wish to become something more then their pitiful selves, and so attempt to uphold an ideal, their terribly terribly impossibly wrong concept of what that whole "Anonymous" thing is all about, wasting their time, effort, and hopefully getting sued by Scientologists.

If I cared enough I would feel bad for being part of that little gas that burned in the fireplace waiting for the pilot light to be lit. A match was set to it, simple threads with simple plans. It started out as the standard raid, but on a scale we've never attempted before: get target, destroy them, singular motivation: lulz. Of course, as usual, the target would assume we were doing raiding things because of some sort of higher moral standard or political ideal, when we were just bored and shit was funny. Desiring a greater fire, we turned up the gas until the gas tanks exploded in our faces. We decided to recruit other people into it, knowing we could not destroy an organized religion on our own. We said, "Let us pool the resources of the other internet powers, even the ones we hate. Let's get our friends at SA and YTMND and those types of chaps, and while we're at it, recruit minions from the lowly Gaiafag ranks, the furries, and other massive online communities." I wrote down, with a foreboding thought of one way things could go wrong, that "these people are NOT a part of any sort of organization that we resemble, they're just working towards the same goal for their own stupid reasons, gaining us great lulz." Unfortunately these people did not interpret it as such, and believed they had joined a new protest group "Anonymous" that used strange humor (those funny 'lolcats' from icanhascheeseburger and that silly Ricky Astly that YouTube invented gais!) and a curious set of beliefs (stupid copypasta that we've all written about the collective consciousness of /b/ personified by the hivemind of Anonymous that, while true, isn't quite as true as they believed and most decidedly removed from their view on the matter). Matters were exacerbated by existing anti-Scientology movements, mostly a bunch of old people, who climbed on board the failtrain. The extend of this corruption of our beliefs was not evident among our ranks of allies and minions until the protests began. "Protests? Um... we'll sure, go break some shit, throw things throw windows, good luck people, godspeed."

Then they came, thousands of them. You know who I mean by them. We were confused at first: "Are they... doing some kind of elegant troll, to recruit more people by pretending we have a message?" We had to assume a large portion of them were trolling, they couldn't be serious in their moral standpoint, in this upholding of a belief about right and wrong, for such things are irrelevant from the view of pleasure-seeking Anonymous who wants just his laughter, porn and cats. Then it became evident that, through the strength of the protests, an action on the side of the moral-based minions we hired, this little raid had gotten quite out of our control. It was beyond anything we imagined, in a bad way; instead of turning many random internet fags into tiny little hateboxes, they took our unique social resources and got control of the raid itself, so by the second protest it wasn't Anon pissing off Scientology as a joke, it was a massive amount of non-channers who were just... crusading. It wasn't our raid anymore; it was a movement, one we wanted nothing to do with. There was a brief time in which we believed this was a clever ruse to move into a new, more effective stage for dismantling the church, but soon we were quite aware that the lulz was dried up, and how! These people were serious and we were not; no matter how many times we tried to communicate the point that we never really cared about the actual moral reasoning behind taking out Scientology, nor did we care if people believe in their space gods and such, these people took their idea of what Anonymous is and ran with it like a roidraging autistic on a high school football team.

But this is old news to those who know such truths. In fact, no one cares anymore, at all. Why?

Unfortunately, there was something that happened with memetic physics, the likes of which have never been seen on such a scale. There were massive amounts of positive memetic energy, "win," during our initial attacks. The conceptual "Internet Hate Machine" is powered on such energy, and generates lulz that Anon consumes, the act of consumption bringing more win to our hearts and minds; think digestion of food.

However, this influx of win was sustained by a reaction with extremely negative memetic energy, "fail;" that is, the Gaiafags and worse that were a part of us. In essence, what happened was that upon a field of win, massive amounts of failure were fueled into this raid-reaction to generate a "big bang" of activity, theorized to produce a galaxy of win; think matter-antimatter and theories about the creation of the physical universe. But social constructs move faster then physics, and a day on the Internet is the equivalent of years in real life. So much failure can only be win for so long. The galaxy reached a certain critical mass, and then collapsed inward into a single little pulsing dark hole of failure, embeded into the hearts of anything Scientology-related to the Chanese world, and consuming memes whole, Guy Fawkes masks being the most obvious one. To the channers who were there from the beginning, it was clear this shitty raid was beyond dead. The dark nexus of failure stayed and persists unto this day, surrounded by floating pieces of Chanology and broken memes, creating what I call The Void.

The Void is a part of social-constructs so removed from anything remotely funny, without a trace of win, and so much fail that it can be said it no longer even fails. It just exists, a hole sucking in all memetic energy, all effort, all humor. Good and bad ceases to be, because it is too hard to care anymore. After Chanology, my rage circut burned out. I don't care to do internet things one way or another; towards it, against it, even other raids, seem meaningless after this cancer has crept through and soiled our memories; similar effects have been seen in many old Chanese citizens.

This Void is a concentrated field of apathy surrounding this entire subject. It sucked in the closest source of memetic energy, the /i/nsurgency, and continues to drain their will to this day, explaining how it never has risen to former glory. Slowly all things are being drawn towards it, as it feeds off of social energy. From The Void came creatures that entered our (love it our hate it) once glorious motherland of 4chan. /b/ has always been changing, but there was a definite spike in bad content after the Chanology bubble collapsed. The creatures of the void, posters who found imageboards after they found the bastardized "Anonymous" and are devoid of any good content or the natural ability to make such things, slowly roam the lands, feasting and leaving in their wake a trail of watermarked memes and terrible grammar.

I will not disagree with those who say that traces of lulz still spew forth from that mess, such as that fag who was gunned down because he rushed a Church of Scientology with a katana; yeah, that's funny. However, any reasoning mind can see how the ratios are skewed so that the shit flows freely and the funny is all but run dry. The Void continues to suck energy and interest from all imageboards. In the end, it is the personification of entropy, a force that cannot be overcome. Is there anything we can do about this nightmare?

I don't know, nor do I care.