Aranea Serket
@archivesGrip
Fascin8ing.
You would 8e astonished how many individuals fundamentally misunderstand the purpose of social media. Especially trolls on this platform specifically. They assume that all interactions are a 8attlefield, a pulpit, a m8ing ritual, or all 3. Sites such as Chittr.ing are not archives for thoughts, or stages of performances, or caches of attention 8ut they do serve these purposes ultim8ly yet vicariously. They exist, rather, to simul8 proximity. It is that simply. The average individual, regardless of the species, possesses a deep-rooted desire to feel witnessed. We are all reliant on a sensation of acknowledgement. To have this feeling reflected 8ack through themselves as reactions and perspectives of others. To disregard this, or deny this, is a mistake. Civiliz8ion itself is 8uilt on this principle. You speak, someone responds. Identities are crafted through this epoch's old tradition. Social Media such as Chittr exists to acceler8 the process and distort it into an instant dopamine factory. On Chittr, a Jade8lood Florist from one timeline, may converse with a human astrophysicist from another universe entirely while a dead cheru8 posts slurs in their comments sections. This is social a8surdity, 8ut, this is profoundly the 8asis of Social Media. Individuals assume the content is the purpose. Essays such as this, jokes, discourse, aesthetics, 8ut these are all just convers8ional 88. The point of this entire we8site is to goad one another into interaction. Even hostility works in this case. It is like a 8right-red lure in a murky ocean. A troll who spends hours composing an ela8or8 callout document against someone they claim to despise is still 8eing social. They are acknowledging another troll's existence with extraordinary intensity. This callout post is a nuclear warhead of acknowledgement and even valid8ion. Successful users on social media platforms are rarely those who say the smartest things, rather, those who indulge in the most emotional commitment. O8serve figures such as Doc Scratch, or the various cele8rities, and micro-authority figures. Their appeal does not stem from wit or aesthetics. Otherwise, someone like, I don't know, Grongo the 8eautiful and Intelligent, would 8e the top performer on the we8site. Rather, these figures have a presence of emotional investment. You provide Scratch Kull 8ecause you despise his existence. It, in of itself, is an infinite resource to him. Altern8 options such as Rankmaid appeal to a certain groin-inspired investment whether you acknowledge it or not. This results in a parasocial relationship with the @archiveAddict that many fo you fail to realize you've a8sor8ed. You think to yourself. "Has she posted today?" or "Will they attend the masquerade?" or "Are those two still fighting?" This is 8ecause you have allowed your own existence to warp in routine around Chittr.ing. This is social architecture designed intentionally to give you a specific pan/8rain chemical 8oost. The communities 8uilt here are not merely a collection of gathered individuals sitting around. It is an ecosystem of recurring expect8ions. Humans phrase this 8y saying "I just like hanging around." This is a statement lacking in precision. You enjoy existing somewhere popul8ed 8y familiar personalities. Even if direct interaction is minimal, repeated exposure creates feed8ack and environmental 8elonging. You recognize speech patterns, recurring jokes, ha8its, emotions, rivalries, romances, 8reakdowns-- This platform is less a collection of estranged strangers across spacetime, 8ut more like digital neigh8ors who all occasionally yell out to one another. Despite this, it is a tragedy of authenticity. You erode in your authentic identity in favor of your cur8ed presentation. Users 8ecome trapped in maintaining their visi8le, consuma8le self. You warp yourself for expect8ions of those you will NEVER meet. 8ut there is still light around such a gray, gray cloud. Strangers comfort one another. Jokes 8ecome communal folklore (SEE: Pope Scratch). Artists discover audiences. May8e, a lonely troll realizes that someone, for once in their life, understands them. This is the true purpose of social media. To speak and listen. And, ultim8ly, 8e less alone while doing so.
I shouldn't 8e surprised at your ina8ility to o8serve something 8eyond the surface level.
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sh0uld write a few dozen paragraphs ab0ut it and maybe it will simulate a z-axis.
Yes, I forgive you. Some trolls won't admit they didn't do more than skimming. Your honesty is appreci8ed.
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damn, i love people, the way we get connected and intimate for better or worse is always cool as hell to me
This is my expression when I am devious, 8y the way. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/49/e8/1e49e82385140776e92747909f000dfa.jpg
I feel as though a proper clarific8ion is in order, now that the veil has already 8een lifted and the theatricality of the evening has long since dissolved into gossip, speculation, and increasingly a8surd conspiracy charts. In regards to the #outglutmasquerade, I was Mister E. Tomfra Mispas is my own altern8 account I used to gather as much inform8ion on Chittr.ing 8efore joining the we8site. I had decided to take advantage of certain aspects of human culture, and hide 8ehind an ident8y that was "fresh" and "innovative" in a way that definitely wasnt. If you would like to know how I pulled off the stint as Mister E, know that it was a difficult endeavor. 1. I was, in fact, temporarily replacing my descendant, Vriska Serket, who originally intended to portray a sort of counterfeit Doc Scratch in order to complement Rose Lalonde's own unsettling performance. An admira8le concept in theory. Unfortun8ly, Vriska possesses all the su8tle restraint of a rail accident and would have inevita8ly escalated the 8it into either physical violence or gam8ling fraud within the first hour. Perhaps, if we were lucky, 8oth. 2. I had a unique knowledge of certain individuals that allowed me to fulfill the most disserting and discomforting performance of my life. 3. I utilized a fraction of my psychic a8ilities to distort perceptions in a way that was receptive to the identity or possi8ility that I was something 8eyond the reality of which you would 8e used to. To clarify, I was not "mind controlling the gala" or anything like that. I was merely encouraging perception to follow certain paths. This was particularly easy due to many guests having addled their pans using intoxicants such as alochol. #su8stance.
Apparently, many humans on this planet associ8 my accent with the region known as France. I keep 8eing asked what part of France my lineage is from. I have 8egun lying a8out this. Currently, I am from Champagne with an uncle in Paris.
Interesting! France, indeed, is an interesting lineage to fa8ricate!
Apparently, it is also a trope in human media to associ8 the French with spiders.
Nothing is 8eneath you if you were never dredged from the 8ottom to 8egin with, I suppose.
Ah. The individual I joined Chittr for in hopes of garnering a closer relationship and su8sequent possi8le quadrant with is, as they say, taken in said quadrant of interest. This is of little consequence as it now allows me to engage in the #serketcircuit for longer.
#holeposting I shan't.
Ugh. I kissed something tonight. Haven't done that in a while.
That was exhausting.
Many of you are in situ8ions I do not envy.
Dear Chittr.
I decided it was in my 8etter interest not to expound upon a certain fact.
Su8mission 16: alright wwho do you think wwins: mindfang AND dualscar teamin up wwith his honora8le tyranny under her thrall or you (alone, no holds 8arred) My response: Anonymous Poster, you must surely misunderstand how dangerous individuals such as these tend to oper8. Mindfang and Dualscar were creatures of app8ite. Al8eit, 8rilliant a times. They could 8e c8astrophically charismatic, violent, the8rical, manipul8ive, and possessed enough mutual toxicity to desta8ilize regions of the ocean through their interpersonal drama alone. They inspired loyalty through spectacle and fear. 8ut, we must understand the impetus of this discussion. If the o8jective is survival, I would survive. If the o8jective is conquest, I would eventually win. If the o8jective were to leave them 8oth psychologically devast8ed, suspicious of one another, and trapped in a catastrophic spiral of mutual recrimin8ion? Well. Let's just say, dear poster... https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/a6ce153167f9.png https://forms.gle/W2PuMX2HEh3aZ8pm6 #SerketCircuit
Su8mission 15: Hi are guys allowed to kiss you (with consent)? My response: Anonymous Poster, consent would imply allowance. Are you, instead, asking my preferences? I do not have quadrants. I have a fondness for femininity, 8ut not outright exclusively or traditionally women. Masculinity does not outright receive rejection. Androgyny is very exciting to me due to it 8eing a lesser known field of mine. I 8elieve I am 'panromantic' with a heavy leaning towards androgyny and femininity. https://forms.gle/W2PuMX2HEh3aZ8pm6 #SerketCircuit
Su8mission 14: A commenda8le archivist, you possess nota8le qualities; I am here to inquire of your knowledge regarding these rain8ow drinkers. Simple o8servation does not provide a sufficient foundation for understanding. I wish to 8e well-versed in how they differentiate from the cattle of humans. My response: Anonymous Poster, this is a deeply unfortunate condition to possess 8y trolls, though admittedly a rather fascinating one to study. I 8elieve you may8e asked the wrong question here. Given you want to discern rain8ow drinkers, and human cattle. Am I to 8elieve that you are a human vampire who is unaware of the cultural differences fo Alternia/8eforus to Earth? Or did you intend to ask how they discern which humans are cattle to them? I can not infer this information. I will, instead, answer your specifically asked question. What is the difference 8etween rain8ow drinkers, and the cattle of humans? Well. humans possess a curious domesticated animal known as the 8ovine, or mow simply, the cow. Imagine, if you will, a large her8ivorous quadruped her8ivore. It was selectively 8red for thousands of sweeps/years into a walking 8iological resource dispenser. Their species exhi8its a comical level of utility. Milk, meat, leather, adhesive compounds, fertilizer, and even la8orers in the fields. I suspect that if humans could discover a method 8y which cows emitted electrical power directly, entire civiliz8ions would use them for their power grid. They are placid creatures. Slow, social, and emotionally dependent on a herd structure, their survival strategy consists of sticking to one another and hoping the pred8or chooses another victim first. A deeply human approach to danger. Physically, they have heavy 8odies, split hooves, 8road muzzles, and prominent ocular positioning suggesting their prey patterns. Humans have a contradictory relationship of care and maintenance for them that is not only in service to the 8east 8ut themselves through maintenance. 8ovines are considered sym8ols of fertility, motherhood, love, patience, and warmth. Rain8ow drinkers are trolls that must consume the 8lood of other trolls for sustenance. They su8sist on iron-rich 8lood and drink from the entire species, thus, the term rain8ow drinker. I hope this helps. https://forms.gle/W2PuMX2HEh3aZ8pm6 #SerketCircuit
Tonal whiplash to go from doomscrolling Chittr to getting death threats. Chit, am I cooked? I've always wanted to type that.
you need more people flirting in your posts! naknaknak! to balance it out
#SerketCircuit https://forms.gle/EJJxrZU8aAhK11Mv5 I am on 8r8k at work. Su8mit if you'd like to. Same deal as yesterday.
A sword with a cellphone, a troll that witnessed terror attacks on Earth, an altern8 of myself who didn't make my choices, an altern8 of myself that is from Alternia AND plays SGRU8, many more wonders of the multiverse have 8lessed me today.
Help, a human is in my direct messages and is attempting to 88 me into something.
Mother Gru8 is two words.
Congratul8tions you have discovered how to notify someone several universes away, aren't you 8rave.
I was correcting my own mistake of territory, simultaneously offering to correct your emoticon as I have never seen any iter8ion of you, or Meenah, use that.
Congr8ul8ions, you also often threaten to travel universes over the most meager of conflicts. Either way, I am actively informing your flushed quadrant of my lack of interest in such engagement. 8ut it would seem she has a taste for my 8lood as it were, likely thanks to you.
I never threatened to visit you, yet your eagerness to perceive one speaks volumes a8out your own insecurity. You clearly lack the capacity to cultiv8te the sort of person you claim desires you; your history of a8andoned connections with the royal caste remains the only witness you need.
Not myself, I am simply a witness to the happenings of Chittr. See: My archaeological dig of the we8sites history. Did I ever claim that someone desires me? Strange. I 8elieve I keep my love life priv8. ::::) However, I do not fault this mistake or attri8ute it to you. Her taste for my 8lood was in reference to a persistence to engage with me, not a literal taste of my 8lood nor a romantic 'taste' preference. Much akin to a 8arkfish8east or other similar creature's capa8ility to detect prey using specialty receptors attuned to their environments.
Is that so, then why is your first 8reath upon this platform in the form of 8egging for pu8lic engagement to affirm your non-existent worth. My competence is self-evident to not require a form for others to fill; it is a pity, however, that your reliance on the attention of stranger exposes such a profound internal void only a single person would possess. Death certainly was not kind to you.
Hahahahahahahaha. You really are the worse of the two of us. You can't even scroll down a we8page. Either stop responding or 8lock me, I don't care which. You're just sad.
8locking you would mean you are anything outside of this convers8tion, and you are not. I am aware of what occurs to you, and it is with a neck snapped and discarded into the void in which anyone's awareness of you goes to die a second time.