And no one hates reddit more than users of reddit.
And yet here you are. On an instance made to look like Reddit. Because you all dearly miss Reddit but want to do some hecking wholesome performative activisim. And you have made your problem into my problem. And you refuse to stop acting and speaking like Redditors.
You all clearly miss Reddit and you'll be back there once your hissyfit is done and you realize you can't do it as well as Reddit is doing it, and you'll put up with whatever the CEO tells you all that you're going to put up with and you'll like it because you're all corpo bootlickers anyway.
I have a feeling it will be a short stay and you're all going to go back to Reddit in a matter of days and say "h-heh yeah remember the Fediverse it sucks they actually let other people there say removed, unreal, I-I didn't invest any time in it whatsoever."
Coping hard.
"Can we not do this?"
The Redditor's effeminate fingertips clacked out on his RGB keyboard - rainbow colors, in honor of pride month after all, shone from its keys. Frustration mounted in the Redditor in the form of a scoff. He was clearly annoyed after all, that someone made him for the Redditor that he was. Almost as though Owl could smell the fetid stench of Funko and "ironically-kept" Gamer Girl Bath Water wafting from the screen.
"Bringing redditisms here isn't helping anything."
But what the Redditor did not type was all the more damning, "and how did you know I'm a Redditor anyway?"
He's trying to hire someone to sexually satisfy his wife and polish his Funko Pops.
Letters to the Redditor is about to become an enduring staple of my timeline, I see.
LE WHICH GOD DO YOU LE PRAY TO the God mocker quips, ever so Joss Whedonly, after giving a speech about empathy.