Parody Master and 300 GFYans
I have returned from the front lines of the chain. From a place where memes fall and conviction is tested block by block. I stood beside Parody Master when the market demanded silence, when conformity was offered as mercy. They said our survival was guaranteed… if we laid down our memes… if we bent the knee… if we behaved. They promised safety. They promised relevance. They promised a future — on their terms. But understand this, Senators of the Timeline: freedom is never granted by algorithms, and humor never survives permission. We were told our stand was pointless. That satire has no value. That laughter cannot hold a line. Yet I saw 300 Gfyans stand unfiltered, stand unpolished, stand unafraid. Not because they believed they would win — but because kneeling was never an option. And when the time comes, when future wallets scroll through dead collections, when they ask what message we left behind… Do not dress it in poetry. Do not soften it with myth. Tell them exactly what we said when the world asked us to submit: "GO FUCK YOURSELF"! Let that be the warning! Let that be the legend! Let that be the meme!