"Title is required" literally 1984

hop on clash of clans

bro you need a fucking title

no

also hi

Winston roused himself and sat up straighter. He let out a belch. The chicken tendies were rising up from his stomach. His eyes re-focused on the page. He discovered that while he slouched in the chair oozing in his own stench he had also been typing, as tought by automatic action. And it was no longer a string of inquiries about pictures of the feet of that one woman in the chat. His fingers flew gracefully over the backlit mechanical keyboard, printing in large capitals –

GAMERS RISE UP

GAMERS RISE UP

GAMERS RISE UP

GAMERS RISE UP

GAMERS RISE UP

over and over again, filling the entire general chat. He could not help feeling a twinge of panic. It was absurd, since the writing of these particular words is not more dangerous than the initial act of being a gamer in a non-gamer world; but for a brief moment he was tempted to delete his comments and abandon gaming for this day.

He did not do so, however, because he knew it was no use. Wether he wrote GAMERS RISE UP or not, made no difference, wether he uttered the gamer word or not made no difference, and wether he continued to game or not made no difference. The Toughtpolice would get him just the same. He had committed the essential crime that contained all other crimes: Toughtcrime, the act of being a proud gamer, they called it…"

~George Orwell, 1984