Its the “Don’t buy the Renegade skin if you respect OG Fortnite players” copypasta but changed to Wriothesley from Genshin due to how long it took for his rerun to happen.
Dont pull for Wriothesley
If you want to respect the OG players who had Wriothesley previously, dont pull for wriothesley. Having wriothesley is something that only og players should have, it is a sign that they didnt wait for the hydro archon and pulled instantly. Respect the OG 
Youngsters…
Back in my days we didn’t have the luxury of seeing them titties on a whim
We’d take binoculars and lie down in an abandoned barn JUST to see Mindy Jackson’s armpits, when she was milking cows. And nooo, we had no ‘phones’, we had to MEMORIZE (!) everything!!! We were not ‘jorking peanits’, we were jacking off like beasts! Like real men, when America was not a joke like it’s now
We were hunters in the night, we were the apex predators, we were THE danger. That’s how real men grew up and that’s what current generation is missing
Not funy meme (totally sucks 👎) and I deported your account to the moderationDo 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.