A day in an imageboarder's skin

Imagine you are an imageboard poaster and you come upon the /lounge/. How would you feel? I imagine it's like I'd live in a big mansion, Hugh Hefner and all, orgies and booze and drugs every day, and you have no reason to ever leave the mansion. But then some kid comes to you and says something about a cool place he found. So you follow him into what turns out to be the dark basement of your mansion. You had no idea it even existed! You look around in darkness, squint, and you can make out vague humanoid shapes in the darkness. The figures seem to communicate using some primitive, grunt-based language. Intrigued, you turn on the flashlight and beckon one of the creatures to inquire about this place. The savage thing turns to you and jumps at your throat, blabering about belligerent louts and tsking along. After a short struggle, you manage to wrestle the hobolike creature off you and you run away in terror. You can still hear the voices behind you. You're never coming here again.

This is what /lounge/ feels like.

We're pretty easy going here when people don't spam shit all over or post mean blather.  Our pants fall off; we don't care.  We're relaxed.