“Yeah,” i say as i lean back and put my interlaced fingers behind my head, “I could do some real posting back in my day”.
And then they’ll ask me to tell them posting stories from the good old days.
I don’t even remember what I posted yesterday.
I’m poster
I’m Pomu!
In the future, all of our posts will be fed to ChatGPT to simulate our posting for eternity.
It might have already happened to someone and we won’t even notice!
the living will envy the dead
But would you have the stomach to tell them that you were there when the Posting Wars began? Would you be able to tell them the things you did to get upbears?
I’ll be reciting dril tweets on my deathbed, I’m sure
Hopefully we at least have this place archived by then
I want to be the great-uncle everyone offers drinks on family holidays just to get me pass out before I start talking about posting
