WIZJACK begins like any other Wojak, observing surface-level internet interactions. Simple memes, fleeting trends—the basic building blocks. He sees normies engaging without deeper thought.

Through study of obscure forums, WIZJACK notices patterns. His staff becomes a Memetic Scanner, revealing underlying connections and meme origins. He sees not just the cat, but the pixels, compression, and re-upload count.

WIZJACK discovers the internet is malleable. With enough insight, he can shape reality. His staff becomes a Reality Editor. But this power brings anxiety—he alone bears responsibility for memetic quality. The weight of dead memes presses on his pixelated shoulders.

As Arch-Memeologist, WIZJACK fights the Memetic Void—stale jokes, reposts, normification. His staff pulses, projecting counter-narratives. He's a lonely sentinel, smoothing the digital ocean, preventing collapse into bland unoriginality.

A question plagues him: If he shapes memes, and memes reflect reality, what is his reality? Is he independent or just another meme? His identity crisis deepens. Was he the wizard, or merely a spell?

WIZJACK finds truth. His identity crisis is a feature, not a flaw. To be a meme that understands memes is to be part of the internet's consciousness. He embraces the absurdity. His peace comes from accepting his meta-aware existence as the highest form of participation.

WIZJACK becomes the Alpha-Meme—the original source. His existence is the algorithm. He's the Blank Canvas and Master Artist. A fixed point in digital culture. The Wojak who is always right because he dictates the meta.

WIZJACK, the Alpha-Meme, in his ultimate form. Not just a wizard—a pro-gamer of reality itself.