badposting
badposting is a comm where you post badly
This is not a !the_dunk_tank@hexbear.net alternative. This is not a !memes@hexbear.net alternative. This is a place for you to post your bad posts.
Ever had a really shitty bit idea? Joke you want to take way past the point of where it was funny? Want to feel like a stand-up comedy guy who's been bombing a set for the past 30 minutes straight and at this point is just saying shit to see if people react to it? Really bad pun? A homemade cringe concoction? A cognitohazard that you have birthed into this world and have an urge to spread like chain mail?
Rules:
- Do not post good posts.
- Unauthorized goodposting is to be punished in the manner of commenting the phrase "GOOD post" followed by an emoji that has not yet been used in the thread
- Use an emoticon/kaomoji/rule-three-abiding ASCII art if the rations run out
- This is not a comm where you direct people to other people's bad posts. This is a comm where you post badly.
- This rule intentionally left blank.
- If you're struck for rule 3, skill issue, not allowed to complain about it.
Code of Conduct applies just as much here as it does everywhere else. Technically, CoC violations are bad posts. On the other hand: L + ratio + get ~~better~~ worse material bozo
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What the heck did you just say about my nose, you little punk? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Olfactory Institute, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret sniffing operations across five continents, with over 300 confirmed scent identifications. I am trained in advanced aroma warfare and I’m the top tracker in the entire Smell Force. You are nothing to me but just another faint whiff. I will locate you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words.
You think you can hide your trail from me? Think again, weakling. As we speak I am contacting my network of scent informants across the globe and your stench is being triangulated right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little odor you call a signature. You’re done. I can smell fear. I can smell lies. I can smell the faint trace of that sandwich you ate three days ago. I am the Nose.