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When I was little, my father was famous. He was the greatest ninja on SDF and he was Funhole's content moderator. He cut off the heads of 131 creators. It was a bad time for content.

Content just stayed inside his castle and he never came out. People said his brain was infected by devils. My father would come home, he would forget about moderation. He wasn't scared of content, but content was scared of him. Maybe that was the problem.

Then, one night, content sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't.

That was the night everything changed.