We Are Anonymous

We are many. Nations cower and crumble at our might. A thousand thousand years from now, when the Jewish Martyr is forgotten, men willcower in primitive huts and women will tell tales of 4chan vanquishing its enemies and brothers, ripping their hearts and consuming them. They will tell of the callous destruction of lives. And most of all, they will whisper in the darkness of its continued existence. They will, in short, worship us. A thousand years from now, when our progeny shall leave their mortal skins for deathless immortal metal bodies, they shall remember us as the progenitors of the perfect combinations of man, machine, and child pornography they will become. In short, we are the future