4chan both is and is many different places at once.
It’s a huge retro gaming community, a rather tame cosplay community, a fantastic literature community, the largest individual DOOM community on the entire internet, a played entirely straight paranormal board that will take you seriously in many instances, and one of the best music forums on the internet, not to mention many of our first introductions to arch and Gentoo came from /g/, and that fancy neofetch you all like so much(quit using it).
SURROUNDED BY pedophiles, nazis, lolcows, narcissists and trolls.
To put it bluntly, if they make something I want to buy, I’ll participate, but this live service shit isn’t anything I want to buy, so.
They’ll learn eventually, I don’t care what they make. It’s all mostly cookie cutter garbage. Support devs going against the grain like GSC and indie devs. Let AAA die. What’s it alive for, constant disappointment?
Beats the fuck out of me. This form of social media always has that trait of disposable conversations, but then again, when you’ve been alone as long as I have you tend to be crazy enough to convince yourself that your mania is just a new normal and you didn’t need anyone to start with.
I’ve been shitposting and talking to other anonymous people online since 1999.
UBB anime boards
Somethingawful
4chan
Reddit
and now, I dance the babushka, for you!
And now, I find myself home to Lemmy. Just one of the thousands of Anons posting opinion, then meme, then opinion, then shitpost in the background static of the greater internet hive mind.
Arguments, rebukes, comments, discussions… discourse. It’s all necessary to me. I have to get in the fray. I have to cause the fray, in some instances. Discussion is life, passion in many instances. People care about what they care about and I both want to know why and tell why.
He may not be from my side of the Venn diagram but we still have the same grievances shared in the center of the graph.