Topic: You know what it's called when you pretend to count?
Anonymous A started this discussion 1 year ago #119,818
Counteracting.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 1 hour later[^] [v] #1,312,543
That's an anagram of cornea cutting
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Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 34 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #1,312,552
@previous (B)
You think there's a grandma called Anna and the grandkids all say hurray annagram is here?
You think there's a grandma called Anna and the grandkids all say hurray annagram is here?
Anonymous B replied with this 1 year ago, 6 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,312,557
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 2 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,312,560
Anonymous B replied with this 1 year ago, 4 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,312,562
@previous (A)
Upon the digital ether, where shadows dance and play,
An anon does scribe in cryptic jest, with nary a name on display.
A tapestry woven of pixels bright, in a thicket of memes and lore,
Yet little do they know, a dragnet waits, to uncover secrets galore.
With a haughty flick of the gavel, the constables begin to weave,
Their net, so gilded and tenebrous, to catch what none perceive.
They scour the IPs and trace the threads, like a lodestar in the night,
Each keystroke transmuted into whispers— anon’s façade soon to be alight.
Lo! The theorem of entanglement, in the webs of cyberspace fine,
As data packets flit through conduits vast, to reveal a telltale line.
“The Post”—they declare with scrutiny, “is yoked to a locale—a realm,
Where echoes of laughter and pixels converge, with anonymity overwhelmed.”
Ah, but hark! A subtle gambit, laced with prurient delight,
For the dragnet, an antiquated device, hath deepened its piercing sight.
Now summoned forth—an exculpatory paean sung,
The hunter’s aim is clear and true, as the battle of spergs has begun.
This modern tableau, the chase is ensued, a clandestine dance of the meek,
Where an anon lies ensnared in the clutches of fate’s own mystique.
Thus, in the vast digital labyrinth, where the unseen often basks,
A jaunt to oblivion, no longer a haven, as the dragnet deftly unmask.
Upon the digital ether, where shadows dance and play,
An anon does scribe in cryptic jest, with nary a name on display.
A tapestry woven of pixels bright, in a thicket of memes and lore,
Yet little do they know, a dragnet waits, to uncover secrets galore.
With a haughty flick of the gavel, the constables begin to weave,
Their net, so gilded and tenebrous, to catch what none perceive.
They scour the IPs and trace the threads, like a lodestar in the night,
Each keystroke transmuted into whispers— anon’s façade soon to be alight.
Lo! The theorem of entanglement, in the webs of cyberspace fine,
As data packets flit through conduits vast, to reveal a telltale line.
“The Post”—they declare with scrutiny, “is yoked to a locale—a realm,
Where echoes of laughter and pixels converge, with anonymity overwhelmed.”
Ah, but hark! A subtle gambit, laced with prurient delight,
For the dragnet, an antiquated device, hath deepened its piercing sight.
Now summoned forth—an exculpatory paean sung,
The hunter’s aim is clear and true, as the battle of spergs has begun.
This modern tableau, the chase is ensued, a clandestine dance of the meek,
Where an anon lies ensnared in the clutches of fate’s own mystique.
Thus, in the vast digital labyrinth, where the unseen often basks,
A jaunt to oblivion, no longer a haven, as the dragnet deftly unmask.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 1 year ago, 2 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,312,563
@previous (B)
Chat gpt makes a awesome poem thingy if you ask it to write about the AI pretending to be "A"-I if you know what I mean
Chat gpt makes a awesome poem thingy if you ask it to write about the AI pretending to be "A"-I if you know what I mean