I.P Address monitoring would at least slow them down

Cool idea you have :-)

This meme will be fighting a lot of alts that don't like this idea

Mind you my daughter wants an account when she's older so 2 or 3 per address. Better than the obvious 8 plus ones

Being one of the principal Flippers in that huge beef, I was a victim of alt-accounting/ DV abuse. I've had my ONE account since May 2015, and earned every single point I have. I don't appreciate cheaters. That seems like The Biggest Loser In The Room to me. What a lame way to use a (usually) FUN, hilarious website.

And now RAYDOG got hit with this bulls#!t??!

HELL naw. When your #1 contributor to your website is being harassed, that's when it's time to discipline. It's sad that we have this kind of behavior ON imgflip, tbh.... Tetsuo, Opan, and myself did some observation and investigation, and found a confirmed cheat and DV troll here. He goes by "renegade_sith," "d2renterprise," and "Natalie_Vance." For starters. We didn't even come up with ALL his accounts. But even with 3? That's 2 automatic upvotes for every meme made, every comment meme, and every comment.

That adds up pretty QUICK. And it's not a small number, people. And it's CHEAT-ING. This same lil b@st@rd was running around, causing havoc with DV-ing multiple people, effectively freezing their accounts. Not a damn thing was done. And that's WRONG. This user has now gone on, like nothing happened. F that; I want ALL of you to know who at least ONE of these lil fv(ker$ is. We even got screenshot PROOF that he had created alts to "battle back on these sonuvab!t(hes" during this DV crap.

Battle WHAT?? I don't know about Y'ALL, but I came here to imgflip to LAUGH; to enjoy Raydog's over-the-top, outta-bounds humor; to smirk at Johnny Cheesebag's hilarious stories he makes up. To crack up at DashHopes and Socrates quick come-backs on their meme comments. To smile at BrandyJackson, TammyFaye's, or Lynch's observational thoughts... Or to engage reallyitsjohn with friendly debate and local Arizonan humor.

To be honest? I've made a handful of political memes, but check out my feature percentage; you don't get THAT from making memes that piss people off. Is there a right-wing "lean" here? From what I've seen, ABSOLUTELY. So every once in a while, I've engaged a few who flew a little too far into the sun with some friendly debate that never got personal (until recently). I don't mind people expressing their opinion; but if you're just regurgitating neocon bull$#!t that is easily discredited, I probably confronted you.

I didn't come here for ANY OTHER REASON, but to trade jokes, appreciate others' creativity, and have a good time.

*gets off soapbox*

So, MEME ON, motha-fu(k@s!

I know exactly what happened. So get this, I have made the front page 5 times so far. That seemed to get the attention of the Imgflip headmasters. I got an invitation in the mail with a box of chocolates that said I was officially invited to an exclusive party for those who make Imgflip known to public with their best memes. The address to the party was a tad hard to follow, but I made it to a big house with a party going on. Is what I would say if there was a damn house at the address. It was just an empty lot. I followed the address correctly, I was sure of it. But upon further inspection, I realized there was a very tiny code on the bottom of the last number. It read 420420420, with an instruction next to it that said, "Read aloud f*ggot". I could not refuse a note that had the balls to call me a f*ggot, so I did as I was told. Nothing happened at first. Then, outta nowhere, a downwards stairway opened up in the middle of the lot. I dashed to the stairway, and looked down. The stairway led down a very long way, further then the light would shine. I hated the dark, and stairs, and walking, and my life, but I decided to continue onwards. The stairs took forever to get down, I must have been walking for 20 minutes, but it all seemed worth it when I made it to the bottom. I arrived at a huge underground dome, with bright lights, and a whole lot of voices. I could not believe the party. There was bouncy houses, champagne, snacks galore, and a big dance floor, complete with an electric disco ball. I was greeted by a chaperone who claimed he would show me around. He was a nice enough man who made me feel welcome in this alien environment, and he was patient with me whenever I stopped to think about life and it's meaning, like I often do. He introduced me to many notable men and women behind Imgflip's creation, and I was interested. Afterwards, he let me got enjoy the party. But he did warn me about the Dome's only rule. Don't ever, EVER, enter the backroom. So I just went straight for the beer and drunk until I vomited, then waited 30 seconds and drunk some more. I really threw down, and was having fun until I realized something. Where was everyone else? Raydog, DashHopes, JuicyDeath, and that bacon guy? I wanted to see them. Right as I was getting up to ask, a huge man sat next to me and greeted me kindly. We ate and chatted, until he looked at me seriously and asked if I knew who he was. I did not, then he claimed to be Raydog. I found that strange... TBC

I saw Raydog's face before, and I knew this man was not him. I told him about my thoughts, but then he interupped me and spoke with an imitating, stern tone. "Listen, and listen good. There is no other user at this party except for me, Raydog. I AM who I say I am, and you will take my word. Otherwise, I will be adding a little bit of cheese dip to the snacks tonight, you understand?" I said I understood, then he got up and walked into the shadows. A few hours later, I was eating again and trying to kill myself with the butter knife as usual, but I stopped and thought. Why would Imgflip try to pass off an obvious fake as Imgflip's top user? And why isn't anyone else at the party tonight? I had questions but after my encounter with that man, I was a bit nervous to ask the officials at the party. This led me to believe they were hiding something. And there was only one place here that could be harboring a well kept secret. The back door. I stuck to the shadows and avoided other officials like the badass ninja I am. Then I arrived at the forsaken backdoor. A million thoughts entered my head when I gazed upon the door. What will be in there? Dead bodies? Stolen Toyodas? Weapons for ISIS? Copies of Half-life 3? NUUUUDES? I got myself riled up at the though of free nudes and burst in to the door! To this day, I wish to God I never had. What I saw was too horrid to speak of. Not only was there no nudes, I did finally find the other users. They looked awful. Every one of them was trapped, hooked up to a horrible machine, or dead, or worse. Raydog, the real one, was locked in a dog cage, with dog food and all, being kicked and yelled at by an abusive man. DashHopes was standing on a pedistal, with chains tied to his ankles, and a clearly forced smile on his face. There was a line in front of him, where beginning users asked if their memes were good, and he gave his opinion. If he said he did not like them, he was whipped in the back. Socrates was just being dragged in, and as he pleaded for mercy, a huge load of wet, hot cement was dropped on him from above, effectively turning him to stone. Lynch was hanging limply from a noose, presumably lynched. JuicyDeath was dressed like Mario, with very tight rubber clothing, sobbing as the officials pointed a gun at him, demanding he start getting busy with a fat and hairy woman dressed as a furry. That "IWantToBeBacon" dude was dead on the floor, fried and covered in bacon grease. Then there was Renegade_sith. And Opan. TBC

And more of your friends and foes, BlackAttack, inside a Roman-style Colosseum. It was madness inside. Skin burned by torches, eyes gouged out, limbs hacked off by the cold steel of swords. Officials watched, cheered and threw money at the unwilling combatants, the teams fighting for their lives. After that horrifying but kind of entertaining display, I turned and saw a bowl. A huge bowl. With the name Johnny on it. There were a bunch of fatasses with nachos at hand demanding to know where the cheese f*ggot ran off to. I had seen enough. Though I wanted to see where that porn film of Juicy was headed, I ran out the backroom, tripping on lightinthedark's bones on the way out, and out of the Dome. An alarm sounded behind me, and the stairs began to close as I ran up them. Luckily, I'm fast as f**k, and jumped out the stairset to find my eyes briefly blinded by the sight of the sun again. I ran back to my house and looked under my bed. There, where I left it, was my sacred box of Dank Memes. I pulled out a weapon of mass destruction, known to the public as DAT BOI. Little did they know, if you spin his unicycle in just the right ways, you can turn dat boi, into The Dankening, an extremely powerful firearm that fires pure Dank as a devastating explosive that can level cities.I grabbed some other special homemade weapons, and I ran back to the lot, which was now guarded by huge men. I pulled out Rick Harrison's decapitated head and threw it into the middle of the lot. The guards quickly reacted and fired bullets at the head, just as I had planned. Rick Harrison's head morphed into a pawn shop after being shot, and the pawn shop imploded into nothingness, bringing the guards with it. The stairs were gone now, so I pulled out my trusty diamond shovel and pickaxe, and dug down until I found myself within the Dome. I was quickly spotted, so I had no choice but to pull out my downvote grenades, and throw them at the guards. The grenades exploded, lowering the officials point count, and making them sad to the point they killed themselves. I ran to the backdoor, and opened it with a Tommy gun, blasting away, killing every guard and official in the room. I accidentally killed a few users too, like ghostofchurch and some unpopular users, but oh well. I unhooked every horrid cage, machine, locked contraption, and led the users to the way out. When we made it back to the surface, all seemed well and good. But it was not. TBC. Last time, I swear.

For you see, nobody was themselves anymore. Their time inside the Dome changed them forever. They would walk back to their jobs at Imgflip tower with no more love, knowing what they were working for. Some just decided to end themselves and delete their account. Others turned villainous and would attack other users, hoping to kill. Imgflip would never be the same after that day. The day of Memeaggeddon.

*Wild applause, and whistles*

careful blackattack, they will think its just you on another alt..... psl
remember this is imgflip, you cant just start liking peoples stuff.... that clearly makes you an alt account according to vance and sith.

Just the mere fact that they're so "quick on the trigger" with those accusations, points to guilt.

Deflection is a well-known tactic.

Wow!

My fingers are getting hardcore exercise from typing that shit.

My favorite part:

"I pulled out a weapon of mass destruction, known to the public as DAT BOI. Little did they know, if you spin his unicycle in just the right ways, you can turn dat boi, into The Dankening, an extremely powerful firearm that fires pure Dank as a devastating explosive that can level cities.I grabbed some other special homemade weapons, and I ran back to the lot, which was now guarded by huge men."

Really made my day!

There is like, a million uses if you have a DAT BOI at hand. Glad I could make your day!

I've tried defending people on both sides, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. Neutral seems like the route for me.

F**k a troll