The Server.
A digital no-man’s-land carved out of the rotting corpse of the modern internet.
Here we don’t “foster community.” We don’t “curate safe spaces.” We don’t hand out participation trophies or mute you for wrongthink.
We promote free speech so raw it makes your ancestors blush.
We encourage open discussion until the sun burns out—politics, philosophy, history, religion, the meaning of life, or why pineapple on pizza is a war crime. Nothing is off-limits. Nothing is sacred.
And when the serious talk dies down (it never really does), we descend into degenerate shitposting at a level that would get lesser servers banned from existence. Unfiltered memes. Nuclear takes. Copypasta so cursed even the FBI has it on a watchlist. We don’t just cross lines—we sprint past them, set them on fire, and piss on the ashes while laughing.
This isn’t a server.
This is the trenches.
A place where the broken, the based, the terminally online, and the beautifully unhinged gather to scream into the void together. Where friendships are forged in the fires of 3 a.m. arguments and legendary shitpost threads that last for weeks. Where you can be your most unhinged self without some blue-haired mod hitting the ban hammer because your joke made them feel feelings.
Join… or stay out there.
Stay in the sanitized corporate hellscape of the normie web. Stay in the echo chambers where everyone claps like trained seals for the same five approved opinions. Stay alone in the cold, quiet trenches of the internet—watching from the sidelines while the real war rages on without you.
The choice is binary.
There is no middle ground.
There is only the server… and the void.
Enlist.
The trenches are calling.
And they’re hungry.

dear god help me pls

A server where we promote free speech, open discussion, and degenerate shitposting.

Join or be left alone in the trenches.

为dear god help me pls投票

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