Do not fuck with gamers.
— Grummz (@Grummz) February 24, 2025
We're forged by endless boss battles against impossible odds.
We do not give up.
We do not stop.
We are the terminators of the culture wars.
Do not fuck with gamers.
We're forged by endless boss battles against impossible odds.
We do not give up.
We do not stop.
We are the terminators of the culture wars.
Its a wholesome story of a server who accepted criticism and did better that started on Facebook and is reposted everywhere else.
I’ve been a server for a few years now, and I’ve seen it all—good tippers, bad tippers, the ones who stack their plates like they’re helping, and the ones who leave their tables looking like a tornado hit. But this one? This was new.
It was a slow Tuesday night, and I had a table of two—a couple who seemed pleasant enough. I gave them my usual service: took their order with a smile, checked in once or twice, refilled their drinks, and brought the check.
When I came back to clear the table, I noticed they hadn’t left a tip. Instead, scrawled on the receipt in big, bold letters were two words:
“Do better.”
I stared at it, dumbfounded. At first, I was pissed. Do better? I wasn’t rude, I got their food out in time, and they ate every bite without a single complaint. What more did they want?
I vented to my coworkers in the back. “Can you believe this? No tip, just ‘do better.’ Who does that?”
Some agreed it was rude, others shrugged it off. But as the night went on, the words stuck with me. Do better.
Maybe it was just meant to be an insult, but what if it wasn’t? What if it was a challenge?
I decided right then—I was going to take the advice.
The next shift, I paid attention like never before. I greeted guests with extra enthusiasm. I learned the names of my regulars. I anticipated needs before they asked, kept drinks topped off, and made sure every dish was exactly how they wanted it. I even studied the menu more so I could make the best recommendations.
Days turned into weeks, and something surprising happened—I started getting more tips. Bigger ones. Customers remembered me, requested my section, and left glowing reviews. Even my manager took notice and gave me better shifts.
One night, another couple came in, ordered dinner, and chatted with me throughout their meal. When they left, I grabbed the receipt, half-expecting the usual 15-20%. But this time, there was a note that read:
“Best service we’ve had in a long time. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
And right below it? A 50% tip.
I smiled, tucking the receipt into my apron.
Whoever had written “Do better” that night—I’ll never know if they meant it as a dig or a push. But either way, I took it, ran with it, and I did better.
And it paid off.
Its from the PvP Revival discord after someone had a crashout for playing bad and getting flamed. This was their last message before leaving the channel.
The PvP Revival is a community for PvP in Final Fantasy XIV and the term “rainbowing” is when you swap between several jobs and are bad at all of them, and since you’re playing a different job each game, other players can’t consistently queue as your job to guarantee they’re not on your team
Honestly fck alot of people here, I came here to make friends but a good majority have no fcking life and are assholes. I regret even trying to communicate with people. Petty and childish. Literally get so fcking mad over pixels. Get bitched at for "rainbowing" well grit does it, he's cool. Night I'm out of here. Awesome to see how shitty most of this community is
Its the “Lebron my pookie bear” copypasta but changed to Brawlhalla characters.
Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Ember... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you leap through the air and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth bow shots, and that gorgeous signature attack. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you be nerfed.
You had a rough journey, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing outside the battlefield, you're a free spirit and a fierce hunter, sometimes I even call you my queen. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day be outclassed in the meta. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.
You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first dominated the ranks, and it was like my heart soared with pride. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I saw you get hit with nerfs, because deep down, my glorious huntress deserved better. I just wanted you to rise again. Then, alas, you did—my sweet elven queen, with your bow and katars sharper than ever, and I rejoiced.
The journey was tough, my love, but you never faltered. You soared through the battlefield, dodging, weaving, striking with precision. You made history happen with every gravity-canceled down-light into a perfect read. You overcame the odds, defied the tier lists, and I couldn't believe it.
I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious queen unleash her battle cry. Not only have you changed the game of Brawlhalla and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're in more tournaments, still the goat, my goat. I love you, pookie bear, my glorious queen, Ember.
Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Yumiko... honey, my pookie fox. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you leap through the air and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth bow shots, and that gorgeous signature attack. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you be nerfed.
You had a rough journey, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing outside the battlefield, you're a free spirit and a fierce hunter, sometimes I even call you my queen. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day be outclassed in the meta. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.
You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the years. I remember when you first dominated the ranks, and it was like my heart soared with pride. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I saw you get hit with nerfs, because deep down, my glorious huntress deserved better. I just wanted you to rise again. Then, alas, you did—my sweet fox lady, with your bow and hammer sharper than ever, and I rejoiced.
The journey was tough, my love, but you never faltered. You soared through the battlefield, dodging, weaving, striking with precision. You made history happen with every gravity-canceled down-light into a perfect read. You overcame the odds, defied the tier lists, and I couldn't believe it.
I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious queen unleash her battle cry. Not only have you changed the game of Brawlhalla and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're in more tournaments, still the goat, my goat. I love you, pookie fox, my glorious queen, Yumiko. 
Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Priya... honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you leap through the air and strike fear into your enemies' eyes. Your silky smooth chakram reads, and that gorgeous signature attack. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you be nerfed.
You had a rough journey, but you never gave up hope. You are even amazing outside the battlefield, you're a free spirit and a fierce warrior, sometimes I even call you my queen. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day be outclassed in the meta. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.
You have given me so much joy, and heartbreak over the days. I remember when you first got released on the dev stream and you sig spammed on everyone, and it was like my heart soared with pride. But a tear still fell from my right eye when I realised that you will get hit with nerfs soon, because deep down, my glorious jiggle warrior deserved better. I just wanted you to rise again. Then, alas, you did—my sweet lotus queen, with your chakram and sword sharper than ever, and I rejoiced.
The journey was tough, my love, but you never faltered. You soared through the battlefield, dodging, weaving, striking with precision. You made history happen with every slight dlight into a perfect read. You overcame the odds, defied the tier lists, and I couldn't believe it.
I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious queen unleash her battle cry. Not only have you changed the game of Brawlhalla and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. And now you're going in more tournaments, still the goat, my goat. I love you, pookie bear, my glorious queen, Priya. 
From a response by OP after his synthesizer showcase video was criticized. Wake up babe new synthesizer circlejerk copypasta just dropped!
what makes you think i need my work evaluated by you? firstly from your last comment you clearly dont know the history of techno or its avantgarde nature, if you wanna get cranky about a fricking video youre free to do so but im also free to call out the uselessness and insensible low effort ‘critique’, of course its a bad recording, it was done in 10 minutes exactly how much it took me to power up the synth set up a loop and record the video, im sorry it doesnt satisfy your sonic/aesthetic needs but i wasnt trying to do so i literally wanted to know about the people here, just move on with your day sir and accept that i dont want to share my music with you lol 
Its a shitpost on how dangerous Faction Warfare pilots are in PVP in Eve Online.
I'm fed up with the lack of respect for Faction Warfare pilots
It's common knowledge that FW pilots are some of the meanest and scariest PvPers in the game. I was recently giving some tips to a newbro and offered to give him a study plan and allow him to begin an apprenticeship under me. This is when some imbecilic nullsec carebear starts poaching my apprentice and inviting him to his blue donut null bloc. He then has the audacity to point out that all of my kills were in T1 frigates. Yeah, no shit. All of your kills are literally 100+ blobs. Frigs are the most pilot-skill-intensive ships to fly in the game. How does this undermine me, exactly? I won't lie, I unleashed the warrior's rage on that carebear, joined VC and screamed over and over for a 1v1 (T1 frig starting at 0). Do you think I got it? During my meditation, I of course realized a true warrior would have maintained his composure, but there is only so much insolence a man can handle, especially when he's been on top for so long.
Elite PvP by nature is small, fast, and solo. Why would I ever leave scout-NVY complexes when that's where all of the most elite PvPers are? It's a gauntlet in there. Really hones my skills. You have to fight the best to be the best, and I am the best. No one is quicker on the draw than me. I overheat all, keep at range 7500, F1, F2, cheeto break, F3, faster and more accurately than anyone, and this is against the most elite PvPers in the game, not newbros or "vets" who undock once a month (the "newbros" you see in FW are mostly alts). Imagine if a null-sec carebear wandered into my territory and landed on me at zero in a scout-NVY complex... Their useless MWD would be scrammed before they even turned it on. There's a reason why even the biggest groups don't fuck with FW players. I log in everyday to participate in literal warfare... do the math.
Anyways, I'm not really looking for a discussion or anything. Just need some comments to confirm what I'm saying about how elite FW is, so I can refer nullsec carebears back to this post next time I'm disrespected.