Treble
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No, I mean what's a Vtuber?
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No, I mean what's a Vtuber?
It's a shortening of "Virtual Youtuber". Meaning people create virtual and/or animated personas and simply do things while streaming.
The later.Do you hate that they say it or do you hate that they're right?
Good morning, o7. I hope your coffee is succulent and pleasant, and your breaking of nightly fast is homely.
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For today, I will tell the story of my YouTube community strike. As like always, context. There was a time in YouTube's history, an era ruled by 4 horsemen of cringe, edge, bullying, and lambasting. I was forged under these banners, a loyal soldier of the 4 tenets as a young sprodling, and such conditions of my youth have forever tainted me and mine.
Then the algorithms. The content purges. The advertising apocalypse. Demonetization. YouTube as it was did not survive. I, however, did. I continued alone, bannerless, posting the most horrifying things imaginable for years and years after the armies were sundered. To be honest, I am surprised I made it to 2023 given the content I would fling at people, but that is not necessarily what did little old me in.
So what did?
One day, when I had a nice, long, vitriolic post to fire at someone, my finger must have slipped, hitting the emoji tab. There, my One Ring, my undoing, revealed itself. The middle finger emoji.
Why by the gods phone software developers, in their infinite wisdom, canonize such a dog water emoji I will never know. All I know is my folly in that moment. I looked at my gigantic poop post, at the yellow hand of Simpson in its laconic simplicity, and made my choice.
Oh my god did I laugh at this well constructed, nuanced, well reasoned post above me, and the only reply is a damn middle finger straight out of the 'gram.
I did this about 4 more times before I woke up one day to a message banner saying I had received a Community Strike.
Are we serious? For years and years, I posted the most affrontatious words imaginable, for no other reason that such was all I knew. It was allowed, permitted. But by the gods, the middle finger?! Nay sirrah, begone with that!
Personally, I like to indulge that people had never before actually bothered to read the poop posts I made. But anyone can understand the middle finger, especially when it's bright yellow and glaringly pointed at the screen. I can understand being driven to rage at such disrespect and injustice.
What a shame of it all. Now I am muzzled, my 5000 liked videos hostage pending my servile behavior. I lost my main avenue of emotional release.
Now all I am is driven insane.
Perhaps any number of things did me in. This is how I remember events, and this is how I shall enshrine my tomb.
o7. Ah, another December day. I hear hot chocolate is in right now. Would that be more of a morning or evening treat?
*googles*
Blue steak means extra-rare in terms of doneness.
Oh, that's unfortunate. My aunt played in her band way back when.
youtube wants to be he new cable television. I'd say: let them. The boomers who'd watch that sanitized shit will be dead within the next 10 years.Good morning, o7. I hope your coffee is succulent and pleasant, and your breaking of nightly fast is homely.
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For today, I will tell the story of my YouTube community strike. As like always, context. There was a time in YouTube's history, an era ruled by 4 horsemen of cringe, edge, bullying, and lambasting. I was forged under these banners, a loyal soldier of the 4 tenets as a young sprodling, and such conditions of my youth have forever tainted me and mine.
Then the algorithms. The content purges. The advertising apocalypse. Demonetization. YouTube as it was did not survive. I, however, did. I continued alone, bannerless, posting the most horrifying things imaginable for years and years after the armies were sundered. To be honest, I am surprised I made it to 2023 given the content I would fling at people, but that is not necessarily what did little old me in.
So what did?
One day, when I had a nice, long, vitriolic post to fire at someone, my finger must have slipped, hitting the emoji tab. There, my One Ring, my undoing, revealed itself. The middle finger emoji.
Why by the gods phone software developers, in their infinite wisdom, canonize such a dog water emoji I will never know. All I know is my folly in that moment. I looked at my gigantic poop post, at the yellow hand of Simpson in its laconic simplicity, and made my choice.
Oh my god did I laugh at this well constructed, nuanced, well reasoned post above me, and the only reply is a damn middle finger straight out of the 'gram.
I did this about 4 more times before I woke up one day to a message banner saying I had received a Community Strike.
Are we serious? For years and years, I posted the most affrontatious words imaginable, for no other reason that such was all I knew. It was allowed, permitted. But by the gods, the middle finger?! Nay sirrah, begone with that!
Personally, I like to indulge that people had never before actually bothered to read the poop posts I made. But anyone can understand the middle finger, especially when it's bright yellow and glaringly pointed at the screen. I can understand being driven to rage at such disrespect and injustice.
What a shame of it all. Now I am muzzled, my 5000 liked videos hostage pending my servile behavior. I lost my main avenue of emotional release.
Now all I am is driven insane.
Perhaps any number of things did me in. This is how I remember events, and this is how I shall enshrine my tomb.
I've been thinking about how I started reading fanfics, and I've reached the conclusion my first one was probably Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality.
Don't cry for me, I'm already dead
If you're bitching about that, then you've never scraped the bottom of the barrel with fanfiction. Or even the middle of the barrel. You could do much, much worse for your first fic than Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. And at least that fic was actually finished.I've been thinking about how I started reading fanfics, and I've reached the conclusion my first one was probably Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality.
Don't cry for me, I'm already dead
Given that HPMoR is complete, without major spelling and grammar errors, and coherent, it is probably better than 80% of fanfics and I am being conservative about that number.If you're bitching about that, then you've never scraped the bottom of the barrel with fanfiction. Or even the middle of the barrel. You could do much, much worse for your first fic than Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. And at least that fic was actually finished.