The Meme War.
The darkest war that mankind has ever known.
4chan ran rampant, wearing ragecomic t-shirts and their faces covered in masks made in homage to the MemeLord, who sat upon a throne made out of the haterz. They were the ones who produced the most carnage of all the warring factions of The Internet. Families were torn apart, parent against child, sibling against sibling, blood against blood. The streets were alive in the screams of “tfw no gf” and “trolololololol.”
The Tumblrites slipped through the shadows, jumping out at passers by with cries of “FREE HIM.” To which the passers by responded with, “I came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” They soon grew a large following, one that rivaled 4chan’s. They were not as feared, but they were just as strong.
The Youtubers were shunned but were often used to create memes, forced into the dreaded meme factories where they worked day and night to create quality memes. Tears ran down their faces and they produced shitty pun chain after shitty pun chain.
Facebookers were more disliked than the Youtubers and were often mocked for their use of old, outdated memes. They were forced into their own area, which grew smaller and smaller with each passing day.
There were fights and bloodshed and raids. There were sjws and fedora-wearing “nice guys” and bronies. The world was in chaos, overrun with meme loving fucks.
The world slipped into darkness with one phrase reverberating through existence.
“It’s all ogre now.”