We both stand on the bridge as the alarm screams. We knew this day would come despite weathering many storms before, Thomas the tank engine, macho-claws, even teletubbies and Shrek. This one, was different.

We learned of "Chris-posting" early in 2019; our expedition was the first of its kind i am aware of. CAPCOM could not stand the thought of "horny fans" any longer. They saw "Chris-posting" as a stain on the Resident Evil pantheon, no one would defile great works of literature this way, why did CAPCOM's masterpiece deserve any different.

The suits gathered the team and gave us our mission. To find and destroy this meme at all cost. I'd be remised to mention i felt like Chris himself at that moment, memes have always been known to grow and mutate, but I would end this disease.

Our first attempt was less than fruitful. We tried to instruct nursing home residents how to create "Chris-posting" memes. Meme contact with "boomers" leads to a phenomenon, the meme is bonded to "boomers" and is unable to propagate or it will continue as it had before. We were wrong, images flowed in, the creations we received would not help us in our goal. One image showed sad Chris labeled "my willy" on the other side was Chris punching a boulder labeled "my willy on Viagra". This was not the way forward.

We commissioned a vessel to find the one who began this sickness. The IP that first posted anything resembling "Chris-posting" was at the southern tip of Greenland named Narsarsuaq with a population in the low 100s.

50 miles off the shore is where it all began. Our communication systems gradually filled with static as night enveloped the vessel. Waves rocked us back and forth until the water stilled, this is where the carnage began. Boulders rained from the heavens as the static cleared for one message "Chris posting-Ultima!" As all the displays on the bridge switched to show an image of a baby with Chris's face.