Shara bursts through the doors of the PCLI House, his face pale and his hands trembling with fear. The whispers and snickering among the members hidden away in their all-exclusive fortress cut short as they turn their attention to him. "They say such cruel things about me," Shara begins, his voice wavering, his body trembling with abject horror. The words of disdain cut deep, leaving him feeling humiliated and vulnerable. "It makes me so... GRRR... ANGRY..!" This is not PCLI's first time having one of their own be targeted by those outside their clique. They know the pain of being schizod... merely for existing! Having done absolutely nothing at all and having those EVIL basket weavers attack them in particular. They feel a collective sense of duty to support Shara in his time of need. He spends so much time watching over them, observing them. Always close but never too close, just how he likes it. PCLI needs to defend Shara in his Dark Night of The Soul. To protect his honor! PCLI, a group known for their creativity and goodness at heart, takes his plight to heart. They convene in the dimly lit common room, Shara still in the corner, imagining his fellows groping and fucking each other without him to calm himself down. Their response has to be swift and potent. There's has to be something that can be said that will prove everything wrong. If they can ensure at least this, then Shara's identity will be saved. "We need to make them feel like THEY'RE the stupid ones," chirps Mioh. She/They live on the thread more than anyone else there and craves to get back at them even more than Shara. Spending every waking moment replying to every ill word against Her/Them. Jebbediah, the most meme-tacular among them, speaks up. Jebbediah is typically unaffected by the goings-on on the thread. He doesn't like movies, he'd remind the others, and so he's immune. That he is pitching in now shows the severity of the situation. He shows them his iPhone where he is browsing /v/, a place where only the most hardcore internetters dare to go, and he pinches and zooms on the low-res thumbnail of Peter saying, "Ah sweet! A schizo thread!" Devilish grins spread across the room.

The members of PCLI gather around the company shitbox. At first the room is tough to traverse, filled with a thick femlala stink from their intitation conquests with Chloe. Their faces illuminated by the glow of the monitor. Radeon stickers cover its casing and vents. With unwavering determination, they navigate to the GIMP icon on the desktop. Minutes turn into hours as they go about navigating the treacherous software. Conse, the company workhorse, almost gives out from exhaustion. Shara shakes him awake. "Remember what's on the line here! Strangers on the internet's opinion of me!. We HAVE to take this seriously!" Conse is a husk of a man at this point and doesn't even think before complying. S-C-H-I-Z-O, he types out, letter by letter. The room's faces begin to glow with excitement when disaster strikes...

The screen flashes to black! Then back on! Then black again! AMD's drivers have crashed! Another sacrifice is needed, but Jeb is reluctant to give it. He feeds on it as his source of fuel; without it, he can't make gposes with thread femlalas to spam. Shara nods at her, and Seishun Complex comes to Jeb's side. What has to be done to convince him shouldn't be said, but in the end, he relents and sheds a tear to add to it as he presents his jar of NVIDIA user tears. Shara quickly clutches it out of his hands and uses an eye dropper to drip it directly onto the GPU. Its drivers fire into action as it roars to life. Everyone cheers. M-E-L-T-D-O-W-N. This new caption, they reason, will turn the narrative around, painting Shara's detractors in a less favorable light. With their combined might, they should be able to convince the thread that everyone is actually on THEIR side. They know that this is their magnum opus, the ultimate weapon against those who seek to demean one of their own. The members of PCLI lean back, admiring their handiwork with a sense of pride and accomplishment. This will send a message to their detractors: "PCLI is united, and we DO take what strangers say on the internet seriously. We're not feeding, you're just evil." And from that point on, the thread respects the sanctity of the official lala den, and femlala lovers everywhere clutch their hearts in pain seeing catboxes posted with that familiar mist lawn and gravel path visible in the back.