Adventures in CS-112: earthexe Takes an Introductory Computer Science Class

I may have alluded to this before, but I have a suspi

Okay I have to stop. He just described what his halloween costume was gonna be: a mormon. He'll get a black shirt, black slacks, a bicycle helmet, and just go around being super nice all day.

Now back to my original point. I have a suspicion that this 4chan boy of ours is actually a mythical beast of some kind. It makes sense. This sort of behavior is only ever observed in fiction, isn't it? He is known to the public as a concept, but never as a physical entity. This could be a rare sighting, a look into the origins of such fantasy. This man cannot possibly exist, and so I must conclude that he does not. And yet... there he is.

This leads me to two possibilities. Either he crossed over from another world into ours, or I somehow traverse the planes of existence every weekday at 9 AM. Regardless, I find it is my duty to observe and record this "fairy" as I shall call them; a true guardian of 4chan, winking in and out of existence only when he is needed most. Just look at the way he talks:



He holds his homeland in the highest, most sacred regards.



He directs the denizens of this plane toward his own, perhaps to find or recruit more followers of his way.



And he actively seeks to alter the environment of this world to be more friendly and habitable for his own kind.

And this begs the question: Why? Not a day goes by that the name of the eldritch plane "4chan" is not uttered from his lips. Does he plan to multiply, and bring more to colonize this place? Does he seek to drag others with him to his mysical hellscape? Is the future of this planet already doomed, or...

Is it just me? Have I already lost the fight? Looking around this room, I see only the faces of exceptionally bored students, and a professor who doesn't understand that I understand his lectures. ...Well actually, after the first test, the curriculum has gotten acceptably interesting. But that only means that I still exist in my own world. Maybe... there is still a chance that I might be able to save it.

...What shall I do?