Every neckbeard down in /tg/ liked Cultist-chan a lot, but the Commissar, who was less popular on /tg/ - did not. The Commissar hated Cultist-chan - the whole Cultist-chan treason. Now, please don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his jock strap was too tight. Or it could be that his hat wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, whatever the reason, his heart or his cock, he stood there in /tg/, hating the whole lot.
Staring down on /tg/ with a sour, Emperor-loving frown at the warm light-hearted Cultist-chan thread he found. For he knew every neckbeard in /tg/ would be in this thread, clicking until they went to bed.
"And they're fapping!" he snarled with a sneer. "They'll auto-sage her thread, but mine is practically dead!"
Then he growled, with his Commissar fingers nervously drumming. "I MUST find some way to stop her next thread from coming!"