#**The Curse of the Unoriginal Repost**
^Written ^By ^Richard ^Licker

*The year is 1469. The war between the Chads of Reddit and the Normies of Instagram is still going strong. The Chads had just achieved a great victory and successfully purged the land of Instagram of their meme pages.*

I was riding my horse back to the Kingdom of Reddit that fateful day. We had all but destroyed their meme pages, and the boys were ready to crack open a cold one and celebrate.

“Well boys, we did it,” I said. “Instagram trash is no more.”

But before we could celebrate, something came into focus. Ahead of me, in the darkness, another horse came into view, bearing a rider.

I dismounted my horse, and unsheathed my diamond sword. The rider came closer and closer, emerging from the darkness. I gasped upon realizing what it was.

It was a low-effort repost, gathering upvotes.

“Hark, foul knave!” I shouted in dismay. “Just what do you think you’re shitposting?”

The unoriginal repost dismounted from its horse. “I’ve come to farm some karma. You can’t stop me, u/chicken_mcjesus.”

“Redditors, attack!” I commanded. The boys leapt off their horses and charged, wielding diamond swords.

“Oh, but I’ve come prepared,” said the repost. Over the horizon, at least a thousand Normies appeared. “You can’t stop all of us!”

“We’ll see about that,” I said, clenching my fists. “Rain downvotes!”

“But sire, our troops,” said one of the boys.

“Just do it!”

“No!” screamed the repost in agony as the crowd of Normies dispersed.

“It’s weakened!” I yelled. “Now it’ll never make it to hot!”

“Oh, don’t be so sure about that,” said the repost. “You see, the Kingdom of Reddit has been infiltrated by Normies ages ago. You’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy!”

“But…that’s impossible!” I shouted in dismay. “Have we…become the Normies?”

“Execute Order 69,” cackled the repost evilly. The boys turned on each other in an instant, slaying each other with downvotes.

“This ends now,” I said with finality, pulling out the Blade of Removal. “I challenge you to a duel.”

“Are you challenging me?” said the filthy repost. “Bring forth the holy hand grenade!”

But before the repost could act, I struck it with the edge of my sword, severing its title.

“How does that feel, you foul beast?” I asked.

“‘Tis but a flesh wound,” replied the repost, baring its teeth.

I struck again, removing the image, and then the comment section. “There, the post is removed. Now there’s no way anyone else will be forced to see this low-effort trash.”

“You fool!” cackled the repost. “You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! I have folders and folders full of shitty reposts! You can’t stop me!”

“Yeah, but he can,” I said.

A Mod hailing from the land of Gaay approached.

“Oh? You’re approaching me?” said the repost. “Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me?”

The Mod simply raised his ban hammer, and brought it crashing down, straight through the repost.

“You’re…” wheezed the repost, struggling for breath, “…breathtaking.”

Feeling satisfied having killed the shitty repost, I remounted my horse and rode off into the sunrise, waiting for another opportunity to purge this sub of garbage like this.