/lit/ - Literature

>>18702073
Anon walked around his city for days with the back of his eyes burning with imageboard artistic projects. After walking into countless rooms, walking past countless people staring at their phones, Anon had one goal alone: effortpost a damn monument of painstakingly questionable quality drawing.
"Anon, it's time for dinner!"
"JUST A MINUTE!"
"Anon! You said that half an hour ago your food is getting cold!"
"MOM! THIS IS IMPORTANT"
Oh no. A captcha with extra steps. It's okay it will only take another fire hydrant and PISS FUCKING PISS AND SHIT AND NIGGER PISS CAPTCHA YOU FUCKING UGH.
Okay Anon got the Captcha right this time.
>Your IP address has been banned due to abuse
What? After years of studying the OSI 5 layer model and passing that BasedDev class in 6 months Anon investigates. Anon pulls at the Ethernet cable of his modem to find a 5 foot tall MIddle Eastern Merchant gnawing the cable raw. His grubby claws lunge at him from the darkness and his keyboard flies in the air.
"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"
"Oy vey don't you recognize me, Mister Anderson?"