/lit/ - Literature

Come at us.

Not bad.

/lit/ - Literature

You guys are fags.

>>>/b/321763241
>>>/k/8664950
>>>/int/3391966
>>>/jp/7209981
>>1693555
>>>/soc/3297688

Gaaaaaaay!

Okay.

Mimamsa foubwa

Actually looks pretty good.

Proud to be a GAY WARRIOR.

Why can't /lit/ report threads?

>>1693628

You can moron. You click the check box beside the threads first post. then click report at the bottom of the screen couldn't be simpler.

http://www.intchan.org/int/res/4559.html

Actually, not bad.

Bookmarked.

saracens

ImOkayWithThis.jpg

ITT: Faggotry

gaaaaaaaaay

Why don't you /lit/ fags report this thread?

family, ooksky

yaaa

Okay

i might actually start going to intchan instead of coming here

>>1693754

Do it.

pride world wide

..............

Too much racism there.

Wow that board is racist

My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted site. But most of all, I remember the news. The place we called "home". To understand what it was, you have to go back to another time. When 4chan was powered by free speech. And this board sprouted great truths of illegal wars and the international monetary system. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty internet tribes touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without this home, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering keyboards sputtered and stopped. Their tripfags talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche of banhammers. Their world crumbled. The boards exploded. A whirlwind of /b/lackness, a firestorm of uncertainty. Trolls began to feed on trolls. On the internets it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to click on another board, brave enough to combat the m00t would survive. The mods took over the boards, ready to wage war for mentioning the .j/ew/z or .n/ew/z. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Anon. The warrior Anon. In the click of a mouse, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the truths of his past, a man who wandered out into the /int/land. And it was here, in this blighted place, /int/, that he learned to live again...

plaideri java.

Looks gud.