Preface
Deep in the networks of Discord, where pings flicker like broken lanterns and Clyde tends to attend tasks no human wishes to do, a golden rule held its ground against the chaos, the golden rule that kept all of us safe:
THOU SHALL NOT IMPERSONATE A FEMALE
How does anyone truly identify the female then? On Discord, where everyone’s identity is a mask, only a single hidden, yet vulnerable role tag is the thing that separates the genuine from the impersonator:
SHE/HER
Yet, this fragile beacon is precisely the bait. A plague of male pretenders, desperate for the unlimited powers, the boundless attention, and the determination to rule the server at any cost, mimic the sign. But the community is already scarred by years of false alarms and dishonesty. They know the trick is a volatile thing, for the mask always breaks, and they are always caught.
Now, an undeniable truth has taken the place. A generation of men now has an extreme, yet true belief:
THERE ARE NO WOMEN LEFT ON DISCORD
“What a silly rule,” Quandalius Dinglebottom jeered, “surely no one will lie about their gender on the internet, right?”