Originally Posted by isbjørn
(Post 1616316)
a hospital room sets the scene. John wilkes booth is lying on a bed, heavily sedated, dying of cancer. The year is 2061. Suddenly, i come rushing in.
Jwb: Who's that? Isblark, is that you?
Me: 'sup.
Jwb: Nothing much, dying of cancer, and you?
Me: Came here to comfort you, and congratulate you.
Jwb: For what
me: The experiment you started way back in 2015.
Jwb: What, the musicbanter one?
Me: Yeah. It actually worked, congrats.
Jwb: Thanks
me: ...or so you thought!
I pull my phone out of my pocket, open the web browser, and show a page well-known to both of us. On the screen is the "reply to thread"-page, with an already-written comment in the text field.
Jwb: What are you doing
me: Being a dick, that's what.
I press the "submit reply"-button, then show the phone to jwb. It's his thread. Untouched for 46 years, it has now been bumped by a reply containing merely one word: "rekt".
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