I’m now imagining their attempts to infiltrate getting more and more complex. Soon, they’ll be joining the fandoms and making fanart, fanfiction, and other tumblr content. Then when they realize their aims will take a greater investment of time and effort, they’ll start waiting weeks before spamming troll posts. Months. Years.
60 years from now an old man gets the signal from 4chan that it’s time to act. He kisses the wife he met on tumblr on the cheek in her sleep to say goodbye, whispering his love for her in her ear, his voice tinged by unmistakable shades of regret. As he takes out his holographatronic phone and posts his gore post, shocking the tumblr users that are part of his pinochle blog following, he keeps looking at the photos of his children and grandchildren on his desk and weeps despondently.
He knew this day would come. He’s always had his mission. But he went too deep, came to love this life too much. He’s not ready to say goodbye.
He NEVER would have been ready to say goodbye.