WalterWhiteOnWiki

That is, until March 23, when another round of posts would hit the subreddit. The '''Fourth Impact''' took shape in the form of thirty-six separate bait-and-switch posts which would all cut to a video of a man, covered in shit, stroking his cock. One might wonder, what compels a man to send this? And to that I say, I am afraid we are not talking about a human being. Disgusting shock humor such as this is the absolute lowest form of comedy, one which should make you ashamed of your very existence, for how do you explain away the fact that you have this type of material saved on your device, not because you are sexually attracted to what is being depicted but rather because you find a man masturbating while covered in his own feces so amusing you cannot help your worthless ass but to snort and giggle in your gamer dungeon as you have experienced the absolute peak of your pathetic life when you decided to post it not once, but thirty-six separate times on a subreddit with less than 10k members. All this dedication to achieve an ultimately pointless goal, the banning of such a small subreddit would have changed nothing, yet the '''Cockroach''' still went on. Not even in the darkest pits of SoyBooru could find a proper portrayal of such an individual. It would almost be funny were it not so tragic.

Why does Sisyphus continue pushing the boulder? One might naively assume that it is the prospect of victory that compels him. Perhaps this may have been correct the first time the boulder was pushed up, maybe even the second, tenth, ten thousandth time. Yet it would soon dawn on Sisyphus that his task is hopeless. No matter how much effort is put in, the boulder will roll right back to the bottom. A question will soon be asked, what might be the point of such a task if it will always amount to failure? The pointlessness of it may prove brutal for some, for what is the point of anything if the outcome cannot be avoided? Albert Camus offers a different perspective. One must accept the absurd that surrounds us instead of trying to find a sense of meaning where there fundamentally isn't one. Sisyphus will never reach the top of the hill. Yet he continues on. He has accepted the meaninglessness of the task, and that acceptance allows him to truly live. He does not find joy in the victory he will never achieve, only to have his hopes crushed every time his progress is set back to the beginning. Instead, he finds happiness in every step he takes along the way, opting to enjoy the life that he has rather than spending this one hoping for what he may never have. And as the boulder rolls back, he takes a sigh of relief knowing he can take a break from his work, before going down to start the cycle once more. The joy comes from the task itself, not the reward that might await him, for as grueling as it all is, in the end, this boulder is his and his alone, and nothing can take that away from him. He finds meaning in living itself, no matter how pointless it may seem, for even so, his life, torturous as it may seem, is as valuable as anyone else's. In some sense, the '''Cockroach''' does the same. It is aware it will never win. So many times it has been banned instantly, yet it keeps on trying. It is the modern Sisyphus, determined to continue carrying on its endless task, as hopeless as it may seem. It does not care for the prospect of victory anymore. Instead, it finds joy in every n-word it drops, every dead child it posts. It is not the final goal that matters to it anymore, it knows more than well nothing will come out of its little stunts, it is the very process of annoying the mods that gives the '''Cockroach''' life. It is the journey that matters, not the destination. One must imagine the '''Cockroach''' happy.