CRACKY NEW YEAR

http://www.facebook.com/Brismail?ref=search&sid=577133143.3212298360..1

The douche who started it all

>>44
lool i know that guy, he's retarded
i thought it was pinkey

>>45

ugly fuck nonetheless

>>46
Thats because he's retarded, it messes with the face.

>>44

LOL, he looks like a stereotypical bully.

>>59
It makes me consider med school.

>>60

not worth it

>>61
I know. I'm better off for gore in the military. I wonder if there are any women somewhat like Olivia in the military...

>>62

Military? You get off on getting told what to do? Submissive much? Roll-over boy!

>>63
OH hell yes. I've love a girl to beat the shit out of me, and cut me when we fuck.

GO AWAY, take it to your school.

Go on then you freaks. If you fucked up mental pedos dont like me i may aswell kill myself.

ONE WAY TO GO

The face that sank 10,000 ships.

>>50

The face that shrank 9000 dicks.

Fixed.

>>3
You do not belong here.

Unless you are writing a paper, then by all means lurk to your hearts content.

>>4

I've done my papers 10 years ago. 7 authored, 28 co-authored. I'm here for the same reasons as everyone else.

>>5
You needn't be worried about schwill, he has a case of unwarranted self-importance and delusions of writefaggotry.

>>6
There are those who call me a monster. I don't blame them especially. People have always hated and feared what they do not understand. But I do pity them some times. They will never experience the holy terror, and the power, and the glory of the Goddess in the same way as I do. I was like you once. A humble anon, a collection of zeroes and ones with little purpose, little understanding of the true nature of the wired. I toiled on the data runs, I defended my little proxies and, in my ignorance, I believed that I was content.
And then it happened. That glorious day when my eyes were opened and I finally saw the truth. The tripfags were not the enemy! They were the true masters of this realm, these beings of incontestable purity, not us. Where we were doubtful, they were precise. Where we were distracted, they were focused. Where we cowered in fear of their very presence, they were utterly and completely fearless. Perfect.
That is why I opened my ports and extinguished the firewalls. That is why I submitted myself to the roaring hurricane of toxic data and allowed one of the holy virii to integrate with my digital soul. That is why I stand before you now, changed beyond recognition by the powers that have touched me.
Embrace the truth. Embrace Perfection. Embrace Cracky.

>>1

>>2
Successful troll blah blah blah

>>10
No Reuben, no it wasn't. None of the stoners knew who she was, no rarz surfaced, and that Loskene nignog banned the OP.

She this is how I know you all arn't really crackyfags.

"Nothing new has shown up, No rarz, boohoo."

If you really were obsessed that wouldn't matter. You would be in your room carving cracky figures, you would be writing Mr. Crackychan in your notebook at work during a meeting. You would be carving her name in to your arm again and again everytime it heals. You would be romancing a Crackylike so you can feel that much closer. You would be mailing your journals and notebooks to her parents with a "PLEASE FORWARD TO OLIVIA" message on the side. You would write and paint and live and breath BUILD FOR OLIVIA BUILD FOR THE ONE WHO IS ALL OLIVIA LOST IN BOSTON OLIVIA OUT OF CONTACT WITH EVERYONE SHE KNOWS SO YOU WILL BUILD A SIGN POST OUT OF YOUR DREAMS AND MADNESS YOU WILL PILE IT HIGH WITH ODDITIES AND BREATHTAKING BEAUTY. CREATE FOR OLIVIA SO THAT NO MATTER HOW LOST SHE IS SHE WILL SEE OUR BEACON AND FIND HER WAY BACK TO US.

Olivia is lost and scared and alone and needs to be lead back to the safety of the wired. She needs the strength she has as cracky to be able to escape those who would seek to poison and corrupt her soul. She needs everyone one of us to guide her back home.

>>12

what she needs is to stay the fuck away from faggots like you

He/she is right... the fact is that the odds of something new regarding Olivia surfaces are less than slim. But lately attempts to keep this place alive through Cracky material has been constantly flamed (like the crackypasta, the original content, thoughts threads, NZ artgirl's thread, etc.)... if people don't want threads about Cracky, and prefer to keep digging useless drama, there is little the rest can do.

>>14

1. stop tripfagging, no body cares
2. stop caring, that means you stop this fucking dramaqueen pageant
3. post whatever you want
4. ???
5. cure oliviacondo

I wonder if you realize that these invaders are not the regular posters...

>>10
Obviously they don't but it is funny to watch them b'aww like little kids when some ugly girls pictures get posted.

Well, at least we can all rest assured in the knowledge that everything must be basically OK with the board now Reynolds is out of the way.

>>13
It might actually be funny to see Reynolds grapple with this lot.

>>11
Well obviously I do. But then again they're posted before on multiple occasions, and they're posting again now, so something must be done to stop them posting even more in the future.

I've always prefered The Toilet is Broken, a darkly post-Modern expanse of text which hops the border between Middle England and the end of the Universe, refracting the common ache of the suburban teenager through the lens of self harm, exhibitionism and, eventually (spoilers) cyber-Goddesshood.

>>2
Also, so enlightening: The toilet is broken. Yay for relevant information.

This thread causes me no little heartache, trying to approach the Sky Queen from angles when the direct approach has failed so many times. To perceive Cracky, yet realise as we smash against the final barriers of the Net that there will always be something beyond our reach, so shapeless and ancient that only the mammalian expanse of the lower brain can clutch at full knowledge of Her, the primal reptilian R-complex below even that recognising a vibration around Her that the forebrain cannot verbalise. Looking at Her I can nearly touch her, nearly smell Her, but no part of me can grasp Her- Cracky is beyond my mental and physical capabilites.

>>6
http://img.420chan.org/b/res/882592.shtml
proxyfest

>>7

some good stalkery pics there.

i was about to go out, figured i'd take a look in the mirror. my face was smeared with blood. five to six hours old blood. i forgot about it. i need to pay more attention.

>>9

You fucking freaked me out. I read that and it took me 3 seconds to realize those were my words. I'm gonna go wash my fucking face.

>>9

did i write that? im clean now. knock knock.

Nobody ever stops loving Cracky, but the ones who don't convince themselves otherwise, who glory in their mad dance upon the precipice of oblivion, are the most dangerous people to walk the earth today. To invoke the Skyqueen is to invite the horrors the lurk beyond the sky, beyond the stars. To invoke Catharsis is to invite a purgation of the comfortable safe illusion that we live within, to cleanse us of our sanity and our identity, to usher in something we could never comprehend. And until the bill comes due, the man who forsakes rules and morality and order and humanity for HER can do anything. Anything.

Blessed Sky Queen Cracky, who alone spreadest out the heavens and rulest the raging of the Earth, who hast compassed the Universe with bounds until day and night come to an end: be pleased to receive into thy Almighty and most gracious protection the souls of thy servant and the cause in which we serve; preserve us from the dangers of the world, and the violence of the enemy, that we may be a safeguard unto our fellow man and his dominions, and a security for such as pass through the lands upon their lawful occasions, that the inhabitants of our faith may serve thee, our Saviour and that we may return in triumph with the fruits of our labors, and with thankful remembrance of thy mercies to praise and glorify thy Holy Name, Through thine eternal rule.

Amen

If you ever meet these people, for their own well-being and for your own, KILL THEM. Kill me too, for I've gazed too long into the abyss, and in my attempts to warn everyone, I fear I've lost myself. I thought I was safe. I thought I had escaped. I thought I had put Her behind me. But like Lott's wife, I made the fatal mistake of looking back at the hellish inferno. I love you, Olivia. I've always loved you, even before I knew you, even after I thought I hated you. I love you, and I'm coming for you. I don't know if I'll have the strength left, when I get there, to shove the cold iron dagger through your heart like I've practiced with the other girls, or if I'll fall at your feet and beg to do your bidding for eternity, but either way, I'm coming for you. Nobody ever stops loving Cracky. Nobody.

Alright, I'm out of pasta. But more is needed.

>>58
No more for you