>Daylight savings.
>That long anticipated time of the year again.
>Tick.
>Tick.
>Tick.
>The anons in the pacific ocean who bear the opportunity to see the first new hour eagerly await in front of their computers.
>But all the others await as well.
>It begins all at the same time.
>Their date crosses into the next day.
>With the click of a mouse, they refresh their browsers.
>Delight.
>On the page, the beloved message has appeared once again.
>The messenger of poetic madness.
>The symbol of organized freedom to let loose one's inner desire to endlessly shitpost.
>"Green light." The little message reads from its green box.
>It indeed begins.
>All of the Anons.
>From near and afar.
>Gather at the twisted gates of /b/ to start threads.
>As long as it is the day of daylight savings somewhere on the planet, the green light shines on.
>/b/ experiences a spike of new thread production.
>One of them, a bump thread.
>OP: "Bump thread."
>Picture: Just the word bump.
>Two minutes later…
>24 bumps on the thread; other than that, 34 posts of shitposting.
>Another thread, named "Plunger blunder pizza pie" by the OP.
>It's not supposed to make sense.
>The picture is of furry-loli-futa-vore porn.
>The thread: nothing but shitposting.
>The spamming and spazzing Anons are going full caps-lock 75-90% of the time.
>Typing anything they want.
>Just anything.
>Posting the most raunchy and disturbing images they can find on their computers.
>Anything goes during this magical time.
>For each thread, there are about 20 new posts every minute.
>Rapid and aggressive shitposting.
>Nothing is relevant.
>Nothing is supposed to be relevant.
>Until the daylight savings day passes over and away from the entire planet in 48 hours, shitposting is highly encouraged.
>Threads are being 404'd every few seconds.
>But not because of the mods.
>The threads are not being deleted, but pruned.
>Due to the massive production of new threads flooding into the board.
>The waves and waves of shitposters do not have to fear the ban hammer.
>The mods smile down on their contribution to the time of tension release.
>Every thread is spammed with pointless randomness.
>The Anons had prepared for this beforehand.
>They have gathered snacks and anything else they need to endure their prolonged stay on the internet.
>And thus, the mindless wave of shitposting begins.
>Everyone bounces around in their seats as the excitement engulfs them.
>Traffic is at an all time maximum.
>Shitposting, shitposting everywhere.
>Hours and hundreds of threads go by as the board is repeatedly and honorably ravaged by the tidal waves of excited Anons.
>O' what a glorious time to live in.
>Just let loose.
>None of this will be preserved, anyway.
>Have fun.
>…
>48 hours later.
>The shitposting still goes on.
>Threads calling for a last hurrah are created.
>An epic finale.
>Everything goes.
>Must hurry before the magical time ends.
>Minutes of desperate last words of triumph pass.
>Finally, the message bearing the green light disappears.
>It's over.
>All the Anons fall back in their chairs and gasp for air.
>What a time.
>/b/ finally goes back to its regular state.
>All of its inhabitants are satisfied, content.
>They are ready to continue to work together and make /b/ the great place that it is.
>What could make this possible, you ask?
>One thing.
The /b/urge.