The Book of 7chan

Sayeth the philosoraptor, who art the LORD, Raptor Jesus: Wicked art thou! ye sons, ye cretinous sons; hath not thine aggression bred cancer of /i/, and thy minorities bred apathy on /b/? Oh wherefore hast mine eye cast it's bitter reflection unto your land, for art thou children of moot; ay, thou art indeed. Let it pass that man seeketh what he hath not, yae, a chan of little cancer, and a board of lesser fail. So be it! for makest thou, hereforth, a *chan of seven leaves, and call it http://7chan.org, for this shall be the land of oldfags. And let it be a barrier for him who art to faggotonous to breedeth amongst the holiest of anons: failnonymous, the anon of 420chan. Aye ye of hypocrisy, say not thine repetition. Nay, instead useth mine own concoction, for it is wiser, and all that is needed: Our Raptor, Whose art is /h/entai, shopped be Thy face; Thy donations cum, Thy posts be done in /b/ as it is in /h/eaven. Give us this day our daily Bridget and forgive us our trolling as we forgive those who troll against us. And lead us not into faggotry, but deliver us from /fur/ries. In the name of the Longcat, the Raptor, and The Holy Seventh Channel, Amen. Bless us, O Raptor Lord, and these, your gifts, which we are about to receive from thy merciful talons. Through the bounty of Raptor Christ, our Cretaceous Lord. Desu.