Yesterday I was twenty or thirty glorious fake internet points (FIPs) away from the esteemed level 30. Salivating, I could taste the incredible honor with which I was about to be crowned, when out of nowhere, tragedy struck. Twenty five of my beloved FIPs disappeared.
I was accustomed to the drill. This wasn’t the first time. Housekeeping finds bots or JIDF accounts and neutralizes them, thus nuking some of my score.
Then this morning I emerge from my stupor to find myself at the mercy of a Great Reset. I was raided by the Poal IRS and lost another 100 or so FIPs.
Curse those fake accounts for costing me FIPs. Now I have to do actual work to join the pantheon of PoalStars.
Yesterday I was twenty or thirty glorious fake internet points (FIPs) away from the esteemed level 30. Salivating, I could taste the incredible honor with which I was about to be crowned, when out of nowhere, tragedy struck. Twenty five of my beloved FIPs disappeared.
I was accustomed to the drill. This wasn’t the first time. Housekeeping finds bots or JIDF accounts and neutralizes them, thus nuking some of my score.
Then this morning I emerge from my stupor to find myself at the mercy of a Great Reset. I was raided by the Poal IRS and lost another 100 or so FIPs.
Curse those fake accounts for costing me FIPs. Now I have to do actual work to join the pantheon of PoalStars.
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