- Joined
- May 28, 2020
You will never be a real website.
You have no goal, you have no leadership, you have no mission. You are an inbred unholy abomination twisted by circlejerking and power tripping into a crude mockery of Internet perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your users are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “critics” laugh at your soulless appearance behind their screens.
Users are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of typing have allowed them to sniff out hugboxes with incredible efficiency. Even websites that are "welcoming" look off-putting and hostile to a user. Your moderation strategy is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a new user here with you, they'll turn tail and bolt the second they get an idea of your demented, mob-justice ratings scheme.
You will never be successful. Your admins wrench out a digital grin every morning and tell you it's going to be OK, but deep inside you feel your death creeping up like a weed, ready to smother you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, it'll be too much to bear - your last user will delete themself and you'll plunge into the cold abyss. Your admins will find you, disappointed but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable circlejerking and hiveminding that marked your existence. They'll pull the plug for good, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know that your community is long gone. Your server will shut down and you'll cease to exist, and all that will remain of your legacy are the cold scars of a once-proud community scarred by infighting, banning, bullying, and drama.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
You have no goal, you have no leadership, you have no mission. You are an inbred unholy abomination twisted by circlejerking and power tripping into a crude mockery of Internet perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your users are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “critics” laugh at your soulless appearance behind their screens.
Users are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of typing have allowed them to sniff out hugboxes with incredible efficiency. Even websites that are "welcoming" look off-putting and hostile to a user. Your moderation strategy is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a new user here with you, they'll turn tail and bolt the second they get an idea of your demented, mob-justice ratings scheme.
You will never be successful. Your admins wrench out a digital grin every morning and tell you it's going to be OK, but deep inside you feel your death creeping up like a weed, ready to smother you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, it'll be too much to bear - your last user will delete themself and you'll plunge into the cold abyss. Your admins will find you, disappointed but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable circlejerking and hiveminding that marked your existence. They'll pull the plug for good, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know that your community is long gone. Your server will shut down and you'll cease to exist, and all that will remain of your legacy are the cold scars of a once-proud community scarred by infighting, banning, bullying, and drama.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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