Someone once posted the shit they do with your info
I don't see what privacy has to do with cinema.
There are ways to browse privately and still be able to post if you pay money, but it's better to just accept that there is no privacy. It's a government honeypot, but who cares. If you want to post SFW 2D lolis there they're not going to arrest you. If you want to post about breaking the law then perhaps you're on the wrong site in the first place.
4chan in modern age is just a chatroom with slightly more privacy than IRC.
Can you at least tell how you hide you securely hide your ip? You just don't browse like that, right?
Asshole devs fucked with everything
It's corporatized and governmentatized. Just go behind 7 proxies if you think you're bad. Who knows if they go and track users by speech patterns but there's a risk I guess.
Can you post a good proxy? I'm having a hard time finding one that works.
Depends on what level of privacy your looking for. 4chan is one of those places that isn't privacy friendly at all. The mods know everything and you know nothing. A better question is, if your privacy conscious why would you use 4chan at all? Why waste your time on 4chan in 2024? That place is a husk of what it used to be and what it used to be was a steaming pile of garbage too. Its better to quit then try and have your cake and eat it too.
>Why waste time on 4chan in 2024
It's one of the few places that isn't shit
>It's one of the few places that isn't shit
There's no way youìre seriously thinking this.
you guys realize you're replying to crossboard spam?
>kino
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Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the internet, there existed a textboard like no other: 4ct, the Textboard of Legends. It was a place where anonymity reigned supreme, and users could be whoever they wanted to be. Some used it to share knowledge, others for trolling, but a select few found a peculiar joy in impersonating others.
Among the regulars were SuperFratBoyExtreme, known for his wild stories and larger-than-life persona; RedCream, a mysterious figure who spoke in cryptic riddles; Matt Miller, the tech whiz always on the hunt for new gadgets; TableCat, whose posts were as enigmatic as they were insightful; Big Dick George, infamous for his crude humor and brash comments; Shiny Laser, a master of satire and wit; and futurplastica, who had a knack for predicting future trends.
One day, a user named "Impersonation Victim" had enough. His real name was Alan, and he was tired of being targeted by impersonators. It seemed like every week, someone would mimic his writing style, use his avatar, and mock his opinions. It was infuriating.
"Listen up, you impostors!" Alan typed furiously, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard. "That's not funny anymore. I've warned you before, and now I'm going to report this to the admins. You're all going to get banned if you don't stop immediately!"
His message echoed through the digital corridors of 4ct. SuperFratBoyExtreme chuckled, reading Alan's outburst. RedCream smirked knowingly, Matt Miller raised an eyebrow in curiosity, TableCat nodded in silent agreement, Big Dick George let out a hearty laugh, Shiny Laser rolled his eyes playfully, and futurplastica sighed, already foreseeing the drama that would unfold.
But Alan was serious. He reported the impersonations to the moderators, who swiftly began investigating. Meanwhile, the chatter on 4ct buzzed with speculation and jokes. Threads popped up discussing the ethics of impersonation versus the right to anonymity. Some defended Alan, urging respect and responsibility, while others argued that impersonation was just another form of internet humor.
Days passed, and the moderators finally took action. Several accounts were indeed found guilty of impersonating Alan. The bans were swift and decisive. SuperFratBoyExtreme received a temporary suspension, RedCream vanished into the digital shadows, Matt Miller issued a public apology, TableCat continued posting serenely, Big Dick George grumbled about censorship, Shiny Laser penned a satirical piece on the incident, and futurplastica nodded, satisfied with the outcome.
As for Alan, he returned to 4ct with cautious optimism. The impersonations had stopped, and he found himself engaging in more meaningful discussions without the constant irritation of being mimicked. Over time, the drama faded into internet lore, but the lessons remained.
4ct, the Textboard of Legends, continued to thrive, a digital microcosm of human behavior, where anonymity granted freedom and sometimes led to mischief. Users came and went, but the community endured, adapting and evolving with each new thread, each new post.
And Alan? He became a respected member of 4ct, known not only for his insights but also for his resilience in the face of adversity. As for impersonation, well, it became a cautionary tale whispered in the virtual halls—a reminder that behind every username, there's a person with feelings and a story of their own.
In the end, 4ct remained a place where legends were born, forged not only through grand tales and clever quips but also through the bonds and conflicts that defined its virtual landscape.