He's supposed to be a Redditor. Some say his father was from Digg. Nobody ever believed he was real. Nobody ever knew him or saw anybody that ever sockpuppeted directly for him. But to hear /u/Daemmerung tell it, anybody could have worked for foomfoomfoom. You never knew; that was his power. The greatest trick the admins ever pulled was convincing the world /r/creepshots didn't exist.

One story the guys told me, the story I believe, was from his days in voat. There was a gang of Imgurians that wanted their own subreddit. They realized that to be in power, you didn't need memes or image macros or even subscriberss. You just needed the will to make the dank memes the other guy wouldn't.

After a while, they come into power and then they come after foomfoomfoom. He was small-time then, just running /r/iamverysmart material, they say. They come to his userpage in the afternoon, looking for his comments. They find his /r/philosophy posts and decide to wait for foomfoomfoom. He comes home to find his comments downvoted and his alts banned. The Imgurians knew foomfoomfoom was tough, not to be trifled with, so they let him know they meant business.

They tell him they want his mod powers, all his subreddits. Foomfoomfoom looks over the faces of his family. Then he showed these men of will what will really was.

He tells him he would rather see the puffin banned than live another day after this. He lets the last Imgurrian go, waits until his posts are deleted, and then he goes after the rest of the mob. He redditrequests their subs. He reports their posts. He downvotes their parents memes and their parents' friends memes. He spams down the subreddits they live in, the subs they mod in. He downvotes people that owe them karma. And like that, he's gone. Deleted. Nobody's ever seen him since.

He becomes a myth, a spook story that dank memers tell their kids at night. "Rat on your pop to SRD and foomfoomfoom will get you." But no one ever really believes.