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Anonymous
Once upon a time, there was a happy land known as Cameralot, ruled by the good king Henri and his Knights of the Image Circle: Sir Ansel, Sir Elliot, Sir Josef, Sir Alfred, Sir Yousef, Sir André, Sir Robert, Sir Garry, Sir Lee, Sir William, and the fair Ladies Dorothea and Diane. The land was rich and abundant, and almost every roll yielded a keeper.
>> Anonymous
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But as time went on, dissention grew amid the people. Whereas once the people of Cameralot were content, nay, joyous simply to go out with a few rolls of Kodachrome and Tri-X, and twist the focusing ring on their lenses, and raise their viewfinders faceward and compose valorously until the time came upon the scene to press the mighty shutter release, now they began to argue and bitch and whine over their weapons. A few nefarious outsiders, from the dark and dangerous caves on the outskirts of Cameralot, began to infiltrate the village pubs and marketplaces of Cameralot. These fiends are known as "trolls." In every watering hole in Cameralot, one of these wretched, deformed things would sneak in, and shout from the back, "Canon!" and another would shout back "Nikon!" and a third "Leica!" and soon almost all the citizens of Cameralot were acting just as the trolls, and little win was culled from the rolls. Meanwhile, King Henri and the Knights of the Image Circle were too busy out photographing to take any notice, and they were the greatest among the few continued to create win.
>> Anonymous
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In time, when all was seemingly as desperate as it could get, a magical potion was introduced to Cameralot. It was called "digital," and the ability to use "High ISO" without too much grain contaminating the rolls and the ability to fit dozens of rolls on a little card brought much rejoicing. Alas, it was short-lived, for the trolls came in greater numbers, and shouted more and more: "100% crop shows this!" "Full-frame!" "APS-C!" and the dreaded cry from which there was no return: "Film!" "Digital!" And there is to this day great morning in Cameralot, or, as it came to be known in its sorry state, "/p/."
>> Anonymous
it's spelled "mourning".
>> Anonymous
You obviously have waaay too much time on your hands.
>> Anonymous
>>89339
Oh, damn. Sorry. I wrote this while rather bleary-eyed.

>>89340
Couldn't sleep and the idea for this came to me.
>> Sicko !L3HRY/miC.
>>89340

It's not like it's a huge four page essay with immensely photoshopped photos.
>> Anonymous
I miss Therionweb :(