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Well its mostly a matter of taste. There should also be a vote

That’s SO funny :D Never heard of this

The first one was misleading

There is a eurovision song context, where each country of europe makes one song for. There is a vote. One country wins. Huge fun. Now, if we would do the same thing for the fediverse: which song would you chose?

I think the joinlemmy is currently worked on

I have no clue what this is about

A sad one

#The Siren’s Song

In the shadowy depths of the digital abyss, there dwelled a mysterious mermaid known as Marina, who yearned for a connection that transcended the confines of her underwater realm. Longing for a soulmate to share her aquatic dreams, she embarked on a perilous journey through the treacherous waters of the internet.

Marina’s quest began innocently enough, with the soft glow of her computer screen casting eerie ripples across her watery lair. With a few clicks of her phosphorescent scales, she delved into the world of mermaid fanfiction, crafting tales of love and longing, weaving words like intricate seaweed patterns. Her stories flowed like enchanting melodies, captivating the hearts of those who dared to venture into her digital domain.

As her stories gained notoriety in the virtual realm, Marina’s obsession grew. She watched her followers multiply like bioluminescent plankton on a moonlit night. Every like, every comment, every share sent shivers of euphoria through her aquatic form, pulling her deeper into the abyss. Hours stretched into days, days blurred into nights, and Marina’s underwater sanctuary fell into disrepair. Neglected coral gardens withered, and once-vibrant schools of fish dwindled in number. The allure of the digital world had ensnared her like an inescapable net, drawing her deeper into its abyss.

With each passing day, Marina’s longing for a soulmate intensified. She yearned to find a kindred spirit, someone who could hear the echo of her siren’s song across the digital waves. But her search became a relentless scroll through a sea of profiles, each faceless avatar a mere mirage, a tantalizing illusion that promised connection but delivered only fleeting moments of satisfaction.

She had become a digital spectre, haunting the depths of the internet, her original purpose forgotten. The mermaid who had once longed for a soulmate had become a prisoner of her own creation, ensnared by the siren’s lure of social media. Her shimmering tail had turned pallid, her voice growing hoarse from countless hours of typing, scrolling, and refreshing. Her once-bright eyes now reflected the ghostly glow of her computer screen as she desperately sought validation in the form of likes and follows.

In the eerie silence of her now-desolate underwater world, Marina finally realized the depths of her folly. The digital realm had ensnared her, just as she had ensnared countless others with her mesmerizing stories. In her obsession, she had lost not only herself but also the beauty of her aquatic home.

With trembling hands, she closed her laptop, a feeble attempt to break free from the shackles of her addiction. The silence of her underwater world enveloped her, a stark reminder of what she had lost, but she allowed the sounds of the ocean to wash over her. With each gentle wave of the underwater current, she began to rediscover the essence of her mermaid soul. In the silence and solitude of her underwater sanctuary, Marina finally heard the siren’s song within herself—the song of self-discovery, of rekindled creativity, and of the depths of her own soul. She realized that her true soulmate was not to be found in the digital world but within the shimmering depths of her own heart.

With newfound clarity, Marina vowed to balance her digital presence with the enchanting world that lay beyond her computer screen. She would once again nurture her underwater realm, and perhaps, in time, she would find a true soulmate who shared her love for the mysteries of the deep.

And so, the mermaid named Marina embarked on a new journey, no longer ensnared by the siren’s lure of social media, but guided by her own heart’s song and the boundless depths of her underwater realm all around her.

Soon, summoning rituals began, echoing her cursed story in games like League of Legends.

Favorite line. Really fun ghost story. Could use a little less internet phrases and word salad for my taste (I also think I don’t get many of the references lol).

Fixing code from some lost, old gods? This one will truly haunt me …

…but rather a malevolent whisper from the abyss. It beckoned me toward an abyssal abyss…

Could ponder about it alone for hours

I think its about writing a bad, low-effort post and then seeing it being taken over by shit posters.

This is great :D

“Whispers from the Digital Crypt”

Within the oppressive confines of my ancestral home, I found myself seated before my father’s ancient laptop, its cold metallic frame echoing with the weight of generations past. As I absentmindedly scrolled through the obscure recesses of the digital world, I stumbled upon a result that whispered of dark intentions, a sinister recommendation seeping forth from the depths of my search engine. And to my mounting dread, it clung to me like a phantom’s curse, no matter how desperately I tried to banish it.

The room itself bore the heavy burden of history, its walls adorned with portraits of forebears long forgotten, their eyes seeming to follow me with silent reproach. The flickering candlelight cast grotesque shadows upon their pallid faces, as if they, too, were privy to the malevolence that had manifested on the laptop’s screen.

My fingers, trembling with trepidation, traced the haunted keys as I sought to unravel the enigma before me. Yet, with each futile attempt to erase this digital malevolence, it grew stronger, morphing into a specter that defied my every command. It was as though an ancient curse had been invoked, binding me to a sinister fate beyond my control.

The recommendation had not been my own desire, but rather a malevolent whisper from the abyss. It beckoned me toward an abyssal abyss of darkness, one I had no intention of entering. Yet, the cursed tendrils of code clung to my every click and keystroke, refusing to relent, ensnaring me within their inescapable web.

As the night deepened, the laptop’s glow took on an eerie, otherworldly hue, casting ghastly reflections upon the time-worn portraits that adorned the chamber’s walls. The room seemed to exhale an air of malevolence, and I was but a helpless captive in this gothic labyrinth of digital torment.

In the suffocating silence of my ancestral home, I was left with an unsettling certainty—an inescapable truth that gripped my very soul: I had unwittingly opened a digital Pandora’s box, and its relentless, gothic malevolence would haunt me, in perpetuity, within these hallowed and cursed walls.

Actually the overall Star Wars episodes I-III (maybe exclude episode III, which is kind of ok)

Jar jar binks. I found him actually funny as a kid