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Copypasta of a person’s past experience or events that is so absurd it became a meme of its own. Usually untrue stories that tries to circle jerk opinions.

I remember at one party when I was a teen, my buddy had a mattress

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    byu/MetalFabulous1110 from discussion
    inSipsTea
    I remember at one party when I was a teen, my buddy had a mattress laying in the middle of his basement floor and these three girls we were friends with were getting it on while a bunch of us kinda levitated over and stood around drinking and watching (men and women). It just became a thing where people would come over, converse, watch some sex and then pop off again. It all ended when one of their boyfriends (my bestfriend, the crazy fucker) chucked off all his clothes and literally cannonballed into them, setting them to scatter in all directions crying and soberly yelling what a creep he was, "Brandon! What the fuck you fucking weirdo! Ew!"

    The Confession of a Currency Exchange Market Maker

      The Confession of a Currency Exchange Market Maker
      byu/Significant-Line-42 inpathofexile
      I'm a market maker in Wraeclast.

I’ve made thousands of divines, not by slaying Uber bosses or farming juiced maps, but through something more arcane: the currency exchange window. That’s my arena. My battlefield. My trade route. My passion.

While most chase loot explosions, I chase inefficiencies. I scan the chaos-to-divine ratios of many different markets, the soft whispers of shifting demand, and the ebb and flow of liquidity during peak and dead hours. I’ve stood in the breach between hoarders and seekers, offering chaos when no one else will, buying low when despair is in the air, and selling high when greed surges. Some call it flipping. Others call it wicked. But to me, it’s balance. It's structure. It's the invisible hand of Wraeclast.

Yes, I profit. Sometimes absurdly. But I also provide something essential: stability. Liquidity. A way for new players to convert their hundreds of trash catalysts/deli orbs/fossil/essences into piles of chaos at 2 a.m. when there are no sellers. A way for big fish to offload 50 divines worth of commodities when demand is too thin. I’ve bridged both ends of the market countless times. I’ve offered chaos at cost to stabilize a panicking index. I’ve bought out underpriced bulk just to stop the bleeding. I've smoothed over the rough edges of a player-driven economy that’s as volatile as it is beautiful.

Do I lose sometimes? Absolutely. I’ve taken heavy losses on speculative swaps. I’ve misread the market, held too long, or gone too deep into one side. But the thrill isn’t just in the profit. It’s in being a part of something organic. Something bigger. I feel connected. truly connected, to the living world of Wraeclast. Every trade is a conversation. Every price shift tells a story. Every time someone buys my stock, I know I was needed.

It’s funny, there’s no XP for this. No challenge complete. No trophy. Just a quiet satisfaction that, when someone makes a fair trade at the right time, it might have been because I was there on the other side, ready.

I am not a scammer. I don’t post fake ratios. I don’t manipulate with false listings. I play it clean, transparent, and ruthlessly efficient. Because I believe the PoE economy is a shared space, and if we respect it, even while profiting from it, it becomes stronger for everyone. Better price discovery. Better liquidity. More trust. More trades.

And if someone dares to engage in a price war with me? such as undercutting my rates, nibbling at my margins.... I will never hesitate. I WILL fight it to the end. I’ll match, repost with a more competitive ratio, undercut, and absorb the losses if I have to. Let’s see who runs out of gold first. I don’t bluff. I don’t flinch. I’ve weathered more chaos storms than most even see. That exchange window? That’s my home turf.

So this is my confession. not of guilt, but of obsession. I’m addicted not just to the currency itself, but to the dance of it. To being the one who stands in the middle when others flee. To offering value when the market is thin. To helping a stranger finally buy that Headhunter because I offered chaos when no one else would.

Wraeclast is a brutal world. But behind the carnage and corruption, there's an economy that pulses with life. I’m proud to be part of that heartbeat, tho even if I’m just a whisper in the ledger.

May your trades be fair, and your ratios ever in your favor.

      My grandpa is a Rwandan genocide denier.

        Its from an old 4chan post in 2018 where the user reveals that his grandpa is a fanatical Rwandan genocide denier for no reason. A newer version of the copypasta made a small change of Wales to Montreal in the greentext.

        My grandpa is a Rwandan genocide denier. I have no idea why. We live in Wales, have no connection to Rwanda and he isn't a conspiracy kind of guy in general. He has never been to Rwanda or met a Rwandan yet in his house he has pages of documents 'proving the hoax', such as a full script for the movie Hotel Rwanda with a bunch of random letters from the words highlighted showing the secret messages' from the director. He says that Paul Kagame doesn't exist and that 'every picture of bodies 'is clearly in Burundi' and has huge printouts of aerial photographs of Burundi to prove it. Not sure what he has against Rwanda but if you bring it up to him he calls you a 'Tutsi liar'
        My grandpa is a Rwandan genocide denier. I have no idea why. We live in Montreal, have no connection to Rwanda and he isn't a conspiracy kind of guy in general. He has never been to Rwanda or met a Rwandan yet in his house he has pages of documents 'proving the hoax', such as a full script for the movie Hotel Rwanda with a bunch of random letters from the words highlighted showing the secret messages' from the director. He says that Paul Kagame doesn't exist and that 'every picture of bodies 'is clearly in Burundi' and has huge printouts of aerial photographs of Burundi to prove it. Not sure what he has against Rwanda but if you bring it up to him he calls you a 'Tutsi Liar'

        I just found out my wifes boyfriend is a Trump supporter, unsure on what to do

          I just found out my wifes boyfriend is a Trump supporter, unsure on what to do
          byu/RedditRetardFinder inaustincirclejerk
          I just found out my wife's boyfriend is a Trump supporter and I’m devastated

I don’t even know how to process this right now.

Last night, during our usual Thursday dinner (me, my wife, her boyfriend) the unthinkable happened. We were all sipping kombucha and discussing The Handmaid’s Tale when my wifes bf suddenly said, and I quote:

“I actually think Trump had some good economic policies.”

I choked on my Beyond Meat quinoa wrap. I looked at my wife. She looked at me. I looked at Kyle like he had just farted in a Whole Foods. It was chaos.

This is a man who regularly sleeps with my wife in our ethically-shared king-sized bed. This is a man who has played Animal Crossing on my Switch. This is a man I trusted to water my succulents when I was at my yoga retreat in Tulum. And he… votes red?

I feel sick.

I immediately asked him to leave and told my wife we need to reevaluate our relationship boundaries. She said I was “overreacting” and that “everyone’s entitled to their opinion.” I reminded her that some opinions lead to fascism.

I’ve since saged the apartment, unfollowed Kyle on Goodreads, and submitted a formal complaint to our polycule council. I also threw out his beard oil (non-vegan anyway) and replaced it with a copy of The Communist Manifesto in case he decides to self-reflect.

I guess I just needed to get this off my chest. I feel like I’ve been cheated on. . EDIT: Yes, I own Funko Pops. That doesn’t make this less serious.

          In the 1980s I was a high-powered salaryman working in the pachinko industry

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            byu/katsboi from discussion
            incomedyheaven

            By u/Digitalmodernism, its a fictional story of someone recounting working in Japan during the 1980s where anime is socially acceptable. 

            In the 1980s I was a high-powered salaryman working in the pachinko industry in Osaka focusing on design and advertising. I had a wife and two children and I drank heavily most nights of the week. Being a fan of anime at the time in Japan was completely socially acceptable and not unusual for working adults. Popular anime series during that period included Urusei Yatsura, Mobile Suit Gundam, Space Battleship Yamato, Captain Tsubasa, Dr. Slump, Kinnikuman, Fist of the North Star, and Cat’s Eye. Many of my colleagues also watched anime or read manga and there were open discussions in the office about recent episodes or plot developments especially regarding Gundam or Hokuto no Ken. Nobody thought it was childish or strange. I once attended an anime convention in Nagoya in the early 1980s. I was chain smoking heavily and very drunk after several hours of drinking. While standing outside the venue I witnessed a stabbing across the street. I did not recognize the individuals involved and I did not approach. I left the area quickly out of fear leaving behind a rare Kinnikuman plush I had purchased earlier in the day. After reaching the end of the street I decided I needed to retrieve the plush. I returned to the area but by then the police had arrived and the suspect was no longer present. I was stopped and questioned by an officer and asked what I was doing in the area. I told him I had left my Kinnikuman plush behind and I pointed to it where it had fallen near a cigarette vending machine. They asked me a few more questions and checked my ID. I was allowed to leave with the plush and was not held. I returned to my hotel alone and did not tell my wife about the incident.

            Nazi bar story

              Its Michael B Tager’s Nazi bar story that started on Twitter in 2020 but the original Tweet had been deleted.

              I was at a shitty crustpunk bar once getting an after-work beer. One of those shitholes where the bartenders clearly hate you.

So the bartender and I were ignoring one another when someone sits next to me and he immediately says, “no. get out.”

And the dude next to me says, “hey i’m not doing anything, i’m a paying customer.”

and the bartender reaches under the counter for a bat or something and says, “out. now.” and the dude leaves, kind of yelling. And he was dressed in a punk uniform, I noticed

Anyway, I asked what that was about and the bartender was like, “you didn’t see his vest but it was all nazi shit. Iron crosses and stuff. You get to recognize them.”

And i was like, ohok and he continues. “you have to nip it in the bud immediately. These guys come in and it’s always a nice, polite one. And you serve them because you don’t want to cause a scene. And then they become a regular and after awhile they bring a friend. And that dude is cool too.

And then THEY bring friends and the friends bring friends and they stop being cool and then you realize, oh shit, this is a Nazi bar now. And it’s too late because they’re entrenched and if you try to kick them out, they cause a PROBLEM. So you have to shut them down.”

And i was like, “oh damn.”

and he said “yeah, you have to ignore their reasonable arguments because their end goal is to be terrible, awful people.”

And then he went back to ignoring me. But I haven’t forgotten that at all.