I made a thing.

The year is 2020. As the internet grows, people become more and more dependant on it in order to keep up news via forums. Recently, 4chan has evolved from being a cancerous website to practically owning all info around the world. No one knows who runs 4chan, but it’s said that whoever owns it owns the world.

Here comes Anon 1. An idle person who spends their whole day browsing 4chan for fun, entertainment, and fulfilment.

Masturbating while browsing /a/, a virus pops up asking if Anon wants to rule the world by participating in a game called The Cancer Meme War and winning the Admin Rights of 4chan. Anon 1 choses ‘no’ yet still gets sucked into the computer. Awakening, Anon 1 finds themself in a copy world. Much like the real world except everybody is an AI who act and speak the same as thier counterpart in the real world.

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This world exist for the sole purpose of choosing the heir to the Admin rights of 4chan.

While their body was blurred grey, Anon 1 sees 6 other Anons who were chosen as masters and also blurred, following that, Anon 1 is asked which Servant Class do they want to get.

Anon Answers ‘Saber’, and following that, a distorted figure appears before Anon 1, holding a metal chair. Following that, an image of a penis ejaculating appears on Anon 1’s hand. These are the three command seals. Anon 1 asking who the figure is and the figure waves its hand in front of it’s face. Suddenly, a voice resounded in Anon 1’s head.

“AND HIS NAME IS JOHNNNN CEEEENNNAAAAAA”