I've been using 4chan for a long time. Since 2005, when I was 13. I was there for everything. The SA forum roots. Cockmongler, longcat, happy negro, shoop da whoop. Messing with football. Hal Turner. Tom Green. The caturday nap/dusty/soup/b/ m00tle fiasco. When /g/ was guro and when there was a sidebar frame, and when the font was serif. When you took all of the donation money and went to Mexico.
I stuck through it all. /b/day. Chocolate Rain. ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER. The cancer wrought by chanology. DDOSing scientology websites, quite a fond memory. Jessi Slaughter and Good Morning America. The Time 100 poll. Everything.
I grew up on 4chan, you see. My home was abusive, my parents were divorced, my mom became a drug addict and lost her job and had 3 illegitimate children. We moved a lot, and I was shy, I had a really hard time making friends of any sort. But 4chan was a way that I could escape all of that, to congregate and have fun, to share the pain with, to enrich and be enriched by the creativity of people of all sorts. Clearly names weren't important, but the sense of community were paramount. When I was bullied in middle school, 4chan was there for me. When I was a loser in high school, 4chan was there for me. In 2009 I was arrested, and what did I do while waiting to get bailed out but browse 4chan on my phone. When my first girlfriend cheated on me, left me, and broke my heart, where did I turn? 4chan.
4chan has been one of few constants in my life. Now I'm a senior in college. I've turned my life around a lot, but I still come here on a daily basis. It's truly my second family. Even though all the oldfags left. Even though we're /tumblr/ and /reddit/. Through whatever, I still believe. I want you to stay. I can't stand the thought of you leaving. But since you've given me so much happiness already, it's not really fair to ask you to stay.
So thank you, Moot. You gave me a home unlike any other.
I only have one question...
how do i shot web?