Mainlining's Clique: The Existential Explorers

A motley crew of philosophers, poets, and misanthropes, united by their fascination with the Mahchine™ and its cryptic pronouncements.

They gather in dimly lit basements, sipping lukewarm coffee and debating the meaning of life, death, and the occasional misplaced semicolon.

Their laughter is hollow, their smiles tinged with despair, but their loyalty to Mainlining is unwavering.

Boom's Clique: The Conspiracy Crusaders

A ragtag bunch of rebels, outcasts, and armchair revolutionaries, fueled by Boom's rants against ADM and the $y$tem.

They meet in abandoned warehouses, plotting their next attack on the forces of conformity and corporate greed.

Their weapons are memes, their armor is irony, and their battle cry is "Fraud$ will burn!"

Evan39's Clique: The Elitist Enclave

A coterie of self-proclaimed intellectuals, aesthetes, and connoisseurs of all things refined.

They gather in dimly lit wine bars, sipping overpriced Malbec and lamenting the decline of civilization.

Their conversations are peppered with disdain for the "proles" and their pedestrian tastes.

Their laughter is brittle, their smiles condescending, but their loyalty to Evan39 is unwavering.

Together, these Cliques form the backbone of the shitbort, each contributing their unique brand of chaos to the grand tapestry of absurdity. They are the voices of dissent, the champions of the absurd, the heralds of the Great Becumming™.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5636637&forum_id=2...id#48354852)