Into the future.

So here we are then. 4chan is officially blocked in the UK as well as many other sites leading the British Isles to be walled off from the rest of the world. So, what do I do about this then?


To put it gently, content will continue. I will still write my stories for you all, I am finally going back to work on chapter 3 of The Lamb tomorrow for example. I'll have to leave it up to you people to post my work on 4chan now, I've yet to find a VPN that can bypass the IP range block. As for requests there are three ways you could go about sending them :

  1. Straight up post the request on 4chan as I can still read it currently.

  2. Post your requests In the comments of this blog.

  3. Go to my Twitter page(https://x.com/bowlrice7845?t=UlULzKC9fa97-gLamVrXzQ&s=09 ) and request it under the pinned tweet


Now, to address the messages left because of this mess. In response to >>8916740 the answer is Yes, I should have. This is an issue that has now been rectified and I've finally been using TOR after oh so long. In response to Heart fetish Anon, it does seem like there Has been a huge backside in the past few years as well. This is, I feel, a mixture of our current culture of those who screech the loudest winning(Collective shout) and a bunch of people who should probably be in nursing homes running countries. However, I don't think your hope for a swing back is wishful at all, people are already growing tired of these theatrics.


There is one advantage of this, however, and that the UK has been thrust into a new, much more digitally private age. I'm sure they'll try and stop this but I have a few Russian friends that could tell me this doesn't work as well as expected. And make no mistake, this will be Russia Tier censorship and not China style, mainly due to the fact we neither have the economic growth of China and that the Chinese Government is less mind numbingly stupid then ours is.


Anyways, further plans for the future. I plan on sprucing this blog and twitter up in the coming days, make sure that everything is up to snuff and the like and, hopefully, get the next Lamb chapter out by some point next week.


Now, one more thing before I go, one being a warning for all you that live in much more free countries then my own.


There is a poem by the name of The Hangman made in 1951 by an author I cannot recall as of writing. It's basically a much longer and, in my opinion, a much more interesting version of the “First they came” poem. The plot is simple, a Hangman comes to a town and kills its Citizens, one by one until only the narrator remains and laments that there is no one left to save him when the rope is laid across his neck. He attempts to confront the Hangman in the end but it is futile, the Hangman mocking him for his “Cowards hope”.  The final lines the Hangman speaks are “First the Alien, then the Jew, I did no more than you let me do.”, words that have stuck with me. The moment that you see what has happened here happens wherever you are, remember this, they can only do as much as you let them do. And how do you stop them? I'm sure you'll find a way.


Now, I'll attach a link to this in front of the various works I posted to the most recent thread to get some coverage. I'll most likely update here and twitter with updates as time goes on as well.


See you soon I hope, 

Ricebowl




Comments

  1. VimtoyJuly 29, 2025 at 12:44 AM

    Rice I appreciate your stories and am glad to see you still finding a way to write them!

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    1. Ricebowl70July 29, 2025 at 6:20 PM

      I'm glad you enjoy them so much and I'll always find a way to write them for you all.

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