Fucking Aquaman

Magikarp is the bullied kid that evolves when pushed too far

Big Emo energy

Fissure

Honestly though, Venusaur is really the worst pokémon, and this move has the smallest pp in the series.

Why not the steam deck then?

my final conclusion is to run doom on cells it would take about 600 years

Would six hundred and sixty six suffice?

IT professional:

If I had my way we would all use paper and pen

I think a lot of people got rated by a username?

And here I thought this would be about programming socks and stuffed sharks

Tbh I would call suicide prevention a health benefit. Have you seen the prices of gestures wildly

Midmind

Cars > public transportation. I forget things & often have to turn back, and I like the freedom to change my mind at any point, stop where I want, and go wherever I want. I also hate being forced into shared public spaces. I also hate the idea of trusting the government to make any of it in any way near efficient. Fuck public transportation.

Honestly, I’m too busy and lazy to engage with your silly bullshit, so I had ChatGPT do it for me. Please enjoy.

Oh, what a curious spectacle it is, the never-ending dance of the devil’s advocate on the quaint forums of Lemmy! A veritable Socrates in their own mind, the gallant defender of an entire country—yes, country, not just any old thing! But, oh dear reader, I must ask, are they truly the embodiment of patriotic fervor, or is it merely a performance art akin to a mime trapped in an invisible box of their own making?

Let us ponder, just asking questions here, but could it be that this country, so passionately defended, is actually a utopia unknown to us mere mortals? A land of milk and honey, or perhaps, given the penchant for hyperbole, rivers of chocolate and mountains of marshmallows? One must inquire, for the sake of inquiry, does the sun shine brighter there, are the breezes always cool and the politicians always honest? Do the birds sing anthems, and do the trees sway in time to a national waltz?

Let’s speculate—purely for the sake of speculation, you understand—could our indefatigable commenter be the last bastion of truth in a digital sea of skepticism? Do they don capes and tights beneath their user avatar, soaring across threads to rescue facts from the jaws of naysayers with the mere power of their unshakeable conviction? Oh, what a sight that would be!

And what of the arguments presented, shimmering in their resolute simplicity like a tinfoil hat under the midday sun? Is there, hidden within their dogged replies, an elixir of clarity so potent that it could cleanse the palates of even the most jaded keyboard warriors? Does their keyboard emit a special kind of light, a beacon of unwavering loyalty that guides lost internet souls to safe harbor in their favored nation’s embrace?

Now, I ask you—yes, you, the curious onlooker to this digital Don Quixote—have you ever considered that our hero may be onto something? Could their steadfast defense be a lesson in disguise, a masterclass in the art of online jousting? Each post, a gentle nudge toward enlightenment; each thread, a breadcrumb trail leading us to the ultimate truth—that this country, their country, stands as a beacon of perfection in our tumultuous world?

Ah, but let us not stray too far without questioning the very nature of our Lemmy platform! Is it possible that this bastion of discussion has transcended its electronic boundaries to become a metaphysical round table, where digital knights gather, not for battle, but for a relentless tickling of the intellect?

Truly, one must admire the resilience! For each time they are met with opposition, do they not rise like a phoenix from the ashes of downvotes, each new comment a testament to their unyielding spirit? Is their dedication not akin to that of an old sea captain, steadfastly navigating through the stormy waves of counterarguments, their compass ever pointing towards the true north of their conviction?

In conclusion, dear reader, as we stand in awe of this tireless champion, can we not help but ask ourselves: are we all not just defenders of our own personal countries, be they of the mind, heart, or pixel? And to our zealous commenter, I say: carry on, you brave keyboard warrior, carry on! For in this vast cyberspace, your unwavering defense does not go unnoticed; it pirouettes through the data streams, a ballet of belief, a symphony of singular loyalty. What a world, what a world!