ALL STREAMERS GO TURN THIS OFF ON TWITCH NOW!!!
It’s ON by DEFAULT (with some gaslighting that "Twitch respects your privacy." Underneath).
Go here and scroll to the bottom: https://t.co/T45vORGNe3
🚨 TWITCH USERS 🚨
EVERYONE OPT OUT RIGHT NOW!
EVEN IF YOU OPT OUT AND YOU TALK IN ANOTHER CHAT, IF THEY HAVE NOT DONE THIS TOO, IT WON'T MATTER!
EVERYONE NEEDS TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW!
OPT OUT: https://t.co/CXV9MyDNIx
UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:
Things have escalated.
I repeat.
THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.
For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.
Well.
This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.
Alone.
Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.
No screaming.
No hopping around.
Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.
I said, “Morning, Gerald.”
He tilted his head.
I gave him a walnut.
He did not eat it.
Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.
Message received.
The offering was insufficient.
So I went back inside and got more walnuts.
When I returned…
THERE WERE NINE CROWS.
Nine.
Yesterday there were seven.
Gerald is fucking recruiting.
And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.
This isn’t a bird friendship anymore.
I’m funding organized crime.
I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.
Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.
Gerald immediately screamed at him.
The little one dropped the second walnut.
I have accidentally created an economy.
Gerald controls distribution.
There’s a hierarchy.
There are consequences.
I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.
Then Gerald flew away.
I thought we were done.
WE WERE NOT DONE.
Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.
A bottle cap.
A shiny rock.
And…
MY FUCKING SPOON.
HE RETURNED THE SPOON.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.
Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.
So I still cannot get my fucking mail.
I tried approaching.
He puffed up.
I backed away.
That mailbox belongs to the organization now.
At this point I’m just a tenant.
Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.
I’ll keep everyone updated.
But if I suddenly stop posting…
Gerald found out I told you.
Streamers, and Creators with Discord servers, seriously... adding a "HoneyPot" was the best thing I ever did for my server.
Spam bots and kids post there, instant ban, all spam gone.
Took 2 seconds using "NadekoBot" and since then mod actions have dropped immensely
@DblCheeseburger @sillycircusbaby The minecraft scam is simple. They ask you to either test out a minecraft server or download a minecraft mod. 99% of the server/mod is actually real.
But inside of the file is one program thats a virus thats a rat and it gives access to another computer. Very bad very dangerous.
I dont think life is for everyone. To say that Im not alone cause theres other people who struggle, is like saying “theres a bunch of air around you, just breathe”. Sometimes that air can feel poisonous even tho to you it looks fine. Life just isn’t for everyone, struggle or not.
For those that moved to the South, please say the following statement 25 times — “We DO NOT call the cops on kids doing donuts in empty parking lots.”
We don’t do that. You don’t do that. Thank you.