/tg/Station 13

...you see a large basket over a computer in front of you. it is held up with a stick.

on the computer is a very controversial and dramatic appeal, it was only posted a few hours ago and it already has a fiery debate in it.

nobody has made the peanut yet.
you could use the computer to make the peanut, and reap the fame and good luck and fortune and fruitful harvests from it!

do you?

Cutting through the jungle thicket, pushing away stray leaves out of my face, I arrive in front of the most peculiar object. In front of me lays a finely-woven basket, strewn together by dried and cut strands of the same leaves I had so brutishly pushed to the side. But this object only serves to protect another one under it; cropped up by only a single stick, the basket hovers over an antique at-home computer. Approaching the computer, I notice that the coloring is in-fact not distorted from the harsh sun beating down, but rather that the plastic has already aged into a fine tan. On the screen the computer presents to me a kind of web forum- no doubt something you would expect to see on such an antique computer as this. I pick up the mouse that’s wired in, helplessly trying to roll the ball on the bottom of the mouse against the dirt and mud. But after some annoyance, I find a nice rock-shaped trackpad to roll the mouse upon. Is this some message? Some encoded secret? I begin to read the page, my mind racing as to figuring out who or why someone put this computer here. After wasting too much time reading some very angry people yell at each other through blank faces and tattered words, I say to myself: “This is the gayest shit ever.” But before leaving the gayest shit I have ever read behind, I snag the basket for my travels. Finder’s keepers.