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  • beanman109beanman109 Member, Host Rep, Megathread Squad

    @NHNHNH000 said:
    wtf is that text wall

  • allthemtingsallthemtings Member, Megathread Squad

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:
    @mandala how much lurking have you done over the past 2 months

    Nothing. I just came back today. Expect random month long or year long hiatuses.

    Oh beanman...
    You do not understand me, and perhaps, you never will - not in the way I have known you, not in the way I have watched, waited, and agonised in silence. I have lurked in the dark corners of LET and LE*, an unseen witness to your presence, a ghost in the machine that never dared to make itself known. And for that, I suffered.
    I have missed you, bean man. In ways that transcend the limits of simple nostalgia. In ways that shake me to my very core. In ways that bring tears to my eyes. You were here, and I was here, yet I chose silence. I condemned myself to the fate of the unseen. I have existed in the periphery of your world, consuming your words, your posts, your essence, without ever leaving a mark of my own.
    And why? Why did I let this happen? Why did I subject myself to this self-inflicted purgatory? Was it kink shaming? Was I an MJJ? Or was it simply the realization that no matter what I did, no matter how desperately I wished to bridge the gap between us, I would always be an outsider looking in?
    I do not know when this quiet, consuming fixation kicked in. Perhaps it was your wit, your insight, the way you carried yourself with an effortless charisma that made fools of the rest of us. Perhaps it was your presence alone, a gravitational force in this strange digital cosmos that we all orbit, yet only a few are fortunate enough to truly touch.
    I should have spoken sooner. I should have made myself known. I should have carved my name into the fabric of your profile message sooner. But instead, I chose silence. I chose to watch from afar, convincing myself that it was emghnough - that mere proximity to greatness would suffice, that being a passive observer of your brilliance would be satisfying.
    But it was not. It never was. I felt out of touch.
    Each time I saw you post, I felt the pull - the unbearable urge to break free from the shackles of my own cowardice and simply say something, anything. But I hesitated. And in my hesitation, I simply creep on you.
    I watched others speak where I remained mute. I saw them enjoy their fullest and bask in the light of your recognition while I sat in the cold abyss of my own making. And in that moment, I knew. I had done this to myself. I had let myself be cucked, not by another, but by my own inaction, by my own refusal to claim what could have been mine.
    I cucked myself, bean man, and it haunts me.
    It haunts me when I refresh the page and see your name, knowing that I am just another anonymous statistic that FAT32 could check. It haunts me when I scroll past the replies of those who dared to speak, knowing that their words touched you hard while my cooking remained trapped in the prison of my own making. It haunts me when I lie awake at night, staring at the Miku figure, wondering what might have been if I had just said something, if I had just taken the chance to step into the light instead of retreating into the shadows.
    This is my realest confession, my reckoning, my declaration of self-imposed exile and my desperate, clawing attempt to break free from it. Here I am. I have always been here. And though I know I can never undo the time I have wasted in cucking, let it be known that I was never absent.
    I was watching. I was waiting, and I missed you. I missed the flash deals too.
    No longer will I be a mere spectator in your saga. No longer will I allow my own cowardice to rob me of what could be. If you will have me, if you will acknowledge me, then let this be the beginning of something new. This is my redemption arc, just slightly before the beach episode. A resurgence. A return from the gaping void.
    Bean man, I am here. And I am not leaving you again. I won’t let what happened to admax happen to you. Never, ever.

    And admax, I'm deeply sorry. I hope you have forgiven me. It was a regrettable chapter of my existence. Truly tainted, broken, hopeless.

    TLDR :

    ban all weebs

  • @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:
    @mandala how much lurking have you done over the past 2 months

    Nothing. I just came back today. Expect random month long or year long hiatuses.


    Oh beanman...
    You do not understand me, and perhaps, you never will - not in the way I have known you, not in the way I have watched, waited, and agonised in silence. I have lurked in the dark corners of LET and LE*, an unseen witness to your presence, a ghost in the machine that never dared to make itself known. And for that, I suffered.
    I have missed you, bean man. In ways that transcend the limits of simple nostalgia. In ways that shake me to my very core. In ways that bring tears to my eyes. You were here, and I was here, yet I chose silence. I condemned myself to the fate of the unseen. I have existed in the periphery of your world, consuming your words, your posts, your essence, without ever leaving a mark of my own.
    And why? Why did I let this happen? Why did I subject myself to this self-inflicted purgatory? Was it kink shaming? Was I an MJJ? Or was it simply the realization that no matter what I did, no matter how desperately I wished to bridge the gap between us, I would always be an outsider looking in?
    I do not know when this quiet, consuming fixation kicked in. Perhaps it was your wit, your insight, the way you carried yourself with an effortless charisma that made fools of the rest of us. Perhaps it was your presence alone, a gravitational force in this strange digital cosmos that we all orbit, yet only a few are fortunate enough to truly touch.
    I should have spoken sooner. I should have made myself known. I should have carved my name into the fabric of your profile message sooner. But instead, I chose silence. I chose to watch from afar, convincing myself that it was emghnough - that mere proximity to greatness would suffice, that being a passive observer of your brilliance would be satisfying.
    But it was not. It never was. I felt out of touch.
    Each time I saw you post, I felt the pull - the unbearable urge to break free from the shackles of my own cowardice and simply say something, anything. But I hesitated. And in my hesitation, I simply creep on you.
    I watched others speak where I remained mute. I saw them enjoy their fullest and bask in the light of your recognition while I sat in the cold abyss of my own making. And in that moment, I knew. I had done this to myself. I had let myself be cucked, not by another, but by my own inaction, by my own refusal to claim what could have been mine.
    I cucked myself, bean man, and it haunts me.
    It haunts me when I refresh the page and see your name, knowing that I am just another anonymous statistic that FAT32 could check. It haunts me when I scroll past the replies of those who dared to speak, knowing that their words touched you hard while my cooking remained trapped in the prison of my own making. It haunts me when I lie awake at night, staring at the Miku figure, wondering what might have been if I had just said something, if I had just taken the chance to step into the light instead of retreating into the shadows.
    This is my realest confession, my reckoning, my declaration of self-imposed exile and my desperate, clawing attempt to break free from it. Here I am. I have always been here. And though I know I can never undo the time I have wasted in cucking, let it be known that I was never absent.
    I was watching. I was waiting, and I missed you. I missed the flash deals too.
    No longer will I be a mere spectator in your saga. No longer will I allow my own cowardice to rob me of what could be. If you will have me, if you will acknowledge me, then let this be the beginning of something new. This is my redemption arc, just slightly before the beach episode. A resurgence. A return from the gaping void.
    Bean man, I am here. And I am not leaving you again. I won’t let what happened to admax happen to you. Never, ever.

    And admax, I'm deeply sorry. I hope you have forgiven me. It was a regrettable chapter of my existence. Truly tainted, broken, hopeless.


  • @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:
    @mandala how much lurking have you done over the past 2 months

    Nothing. I just came back today. Expect random month long or year long hiatuses.


    Oh beanman...
    You do not understand me, and perhaps, you never will - not in the way I have known you, not in the way I have watched, waited, and agonised in silence. I have lurked in the dark corners of LET and LE*, an unseen witness to your presence, a ghost in the machine that never dared to make itself known. And for that, I suffered.
    I have missed you, bean man. In ways that transcend the limits of simple nostalgia. In ways that shake me to my very core. In ways that bring tears to my eyes. You were here, and I was here, yet I chose silence. I condemned myself to the fate of the unseen. I have existed in the periphery of your world, consuming your words, your posts, your essence, without ever leaving a mark of my own.
    And why? Why did I let this happen? Why did I subject myself to this self-inflicted purgatory? Was it kink shaming? Was I an MJJ? Or was it simply the realization that no matter what I did, no matter how desperately I wished to bridge the gap between us, I would always be an outsider looking in?
    I do not know when this quiet, consuming fixation kicked in. Perhaps it was your wit, your insight, the way you carried yourself with an effortless charisma that made fools of the rest of us. Perhaps it was your presence alone, a gravitational force in this strange digital cosmos that we all orbit, yet only a few are fortunate enough to truly touch.
    I should have spoken sooner. I should have made myself known. I should have carved my name into the fabric of your profile message sooner. But instead, I chose silence. I chose to watch from afar, convincing myself that it was emghnough - that mere proximity to greatness would suffice, that being a passive observer of your brilliance would be satisfying.
    But it was not. It never was. I felt out of touch.
    Each time I saw you post, I felt the pull - the unbearable urge to break free from the shackles of my own cowardice and simply say something, anything. But I hesitated. And in my hesitation, I simply creep on you.
    I watched others speak where I remained mute. I saw them enjoy their fullest and bask in the light of your recognition while I sat in the cold abyss of my own making. And in that moment, I knew. I had done this to myself. I had let myself be cucked, not by another, but by my own inaction, by my own refusal to claim what could have been mine.
    I cucked myself, bean man, and it haunts me.
    It haunts me when I refresh the page and see your name, knowing that I am just another anonymous statistic that FAT32 could check. It haunts me when I scroll past the replies of those who dared to speak, knowing that their words touched you hard while my cooking remained trapped in the prison of my own making. It haunts me when I lie awake at night, staring at the Miku figure, wondering what might have been if I had just said something, if I had just taken the chance to step into the light instead of retreating into the shadows.
    This is my realest confession, my reckoning, my declaration of self-imposed exile and my desperate, clawing attempt to break free from it. Here I am. I have always been here. And though I know I can never undo the time I have wasted in cucking, let it be known that I was never absent.
    I was watching. I was waiting, and I missed you. I missed the flash deals too.
    No longer will I be a mere spectator in your saga. No longer will I allow my own cowardice to rob me of what could be. If you will have me, if you will acknowledge me, then let this be the beginning of something new. This is my redemption arc, just slightly before the beach episode. A resurgence. A return from the gaping void.
    Bean man, I am here. And I am not leaving you again. I won’t let what happened to admax happen to you. Never, ever.

    And admax, I'm deeply sorry. I hope you have forgiven me. It was a regrettable chapter of my existence. Truly tainted, broken, hopeless.


  • admaxadmax Member, Megathread Squad

    @mandala In my memory, you haven’t done anything to wrong me. Perhaps I’ve overlooked some things, but through the style of your writing, I see a kind of smooth and clear expression. If you still feel the need to seek forgiveness, I’m willing to forgive you! @mandala, welcome back! We’re all here waiting for you!

  • mandalamandala Member, Megathread Squad

    @allthemtings said:

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:

    @mandala said:

    @beanman109 said:
    @mandala how much lurking have you done over the past 2 months

    Nothing. I just came back today. Expect random month long or year long hiatuses.

    Oh beanman...
    You do not understand me, and perhaps, you never will - not in the way I have known you, not in the way I have watched, waited, and agonised in silence. I have lurked in the dark corners of LET and LE*, an unseen witness to your presence, a ghost in the machine that never dared to make itself known. And for that, I suffered.
    I have missed you, bean man. In ways that transcend the limits of simple nostalgia. In ways that shake me to my very core. In ways that bring tears to my eyes. You were here, and I was here, yet I chose silence. I condemned myself to the fate of the unseen. I have existed in the periphery of your world, consuming your words, your posts, your essence, without ever leaving a mark of my own.
    And why? Why did I let this happen? Why did I subject myself to this self-inflicted purgatory? Was it kink shaming? Was I an MJJ? Or was it simply the realization that no matter what I did, no matter how desperately I wished to bridge the gap between us, I would always be an outsider looking in?
    I do not know when this quiet, consuming fixation kicked in. Perhaps it was your wit, your insight, the way you carried yourself with an effortless charisma that made fools of the rest of us. Perhaps it was your presence alone, a gravitational force in this strange digital cosmos that we all orbit, yet only a few are fortunate enough to truly touch.
    I should have spoken sooner. I should have made myself known. I should have carved my name into the fabric of your profile message sooner. But instead, I chose silence. I chose to watch from afar, convincing myself that it was emghnough - that mere proximity to greatness would suffice, that being a passive observer of your brilliance would be satisfying.
    But it was not. It never was. I felt out of touch.
    Each time I saw you post, I felt the pull - the unbearable urge to break free from the shackles of my own cowardice and simply say something, anything. But I hesitated. And in my hesitation, I simply creep on you.
    I watched others speak where I remained mute. I saw them enjoy their fullest and bask in the light of your recognition while I sat in the cold abyss of my own making. And in that moment, I knew. I had done this to myself. I had let myself be cucked, not by another, but by my own inaction, by my own refusal to claim what could have been mine.
    I cucked myself, bean man, and it haunts me.
    It haunts me when I refresh the page and see your name, knowing that I am just another anonymous statistic that FAT32 could check. It haunts me when I scroll past the replies of those who dared to speak, knowing that their words touched you hard while my cooking remained trapped in the prison of my own making. It haunts me when I lie awake at night, staring at the Miku figure, wondering what might have been if I had just said something, if I had just taken the chance to step into the light instead of retreating into the shadows.
    This is my realest confession, my reckoning, my declaration of self-imposed exile and my desperate, clawing attempt to break free from it. Here I am. I have always been here. And though I know I can never undo the time I have wasted in cucking, let it be known that I was never absent.
    I was watching. I was waiting, and I missed you. I missed the flash deals too.
    No longer will I be a mere spectator in your saga. No longer will I allow my own cowardice to rob me of what could be. If you will have me, if you will acknowledge me, then let this be the beginning of something new. This is my redemption arc, just slightly before the beach episode. A resurgence. A return from the gaping void.
    Bean man, I am here. And I am not leaving you again. I won’t let what happened to admax happen to you. Never, ever.

    And admax, I'm deeply sorry. I hope you have forgiven me. It was a regrettable chapter of my existence. Truly tainted, broken, hopeless.

    TLDR :

    ban all weebs

  • barbarosbarbaros Member
    edited March 2025

    @allthemtings from now on you are called allthemweebs.

  • @barbaros said:

    @allthemtings from now on you are called allthemweebs.

  • admaxadmax Member, Megathread Squad

    His goals are split into two: one is to ask you for Gigahost, and the other is to ask FAT32 for KS-A.

    The objectives are clear! :D

  • toftof Member

    good to know your offers

  • someone sell me a miku themed vps, i'll buy all of them

    Thanked by 2Decicus beanman109
  • Spam everywhere.

  • This is my 4th post in this thread, I hope it helps with my giveaway chances.

  • Morning, again!

  • raza19raza19 Veteran

    Give me the $3 vietNAAAAAAMMMMM deal........

    Thanked by 3Decicus admax Blembim
  • SaragoldfarbSaragoldfarb Member, Megathread Squad

    2K new. What's up?

  • wadhahwadhah Member, Host Rep

    @wadhah said:
    wish me luck grabbing a deluxe deadpool in less than 3 months deal

    i got it, wish me luck that it dosent deadpool in less than 3 months

    Thanked by 2Saragoldfarb Decicus
  • SaragoldfarbSaragoldfarb Member, Megathread Squad

    @wadhah said:

    @wadhah said:
    wish me luck grabbing a deluxe deadpool in less than 3 months deal

    i got it, wish me luck that it dosent deadpool in less than 3 months

    Don't tell me that's a 3/y nam deal?

  • wadhahwadhah Member, Host Rep
    edited March 2025

    @Saragoldfarb said:

    @wadhah said:

    @wadhah said:
    wish me luck grabbing a deluxe deadpool in less than 3 months deal

    i got it, wish me luck that it dosent deadpool in less than 3 months

    Don't tell me that's a 3/y nam deal?

    delux 8gb/15y (it's surprisingly stable and not oversold, yet)

     Node Name        Upload Speed      Download Speed      Latency
     Speedtest.net    1602.75 Mbps      2346.79 Mbps        32.29 ms
     Paris, FR        7143.41 Mbps      5365.41 Mbps        10.15 ms
     Amsterdam, NL    7104.53 Mbps      7027.63 Mbps        2.27 ms
     Shanghai, CN     430.47 Mbps       1605.41 Mbps        261.42 ms
     Hong Kong, CN    2.33 Mbps         909.63 Mbps         370.56 ms
     Singapore, SG    4.15 Mbps         566.52 Mbps         252.03 ms
     Tokyo, JP        342.96 Mbps       1729.17 Mbps        249.59 ms
    
    
  • SaragoldfarbSaragoldfarb Member, Megathread Squad

    @wadhah said:

    @Saragoldfarb said:

    @wadhah said:

    @wadhah said:
    wish me luck grabbing a deluxe deadpool in less than 3 months deal

    i got it, wish me luck that it dosent deadpool in less than 3 months

    Don't tell me that's a 3/y nam deal?

    delux 8gb/15y (it's surprisingly stable and not oversold, yet)

     Node Name        Upload Speed      Download Speed      Latency
     Speedtest.net    1602.75 Mbps      2346.79 Mbps        32.29 ms
     Paris, FR        7143.41 Mbps      5365.41 Mbps        10.15 ms
     Amsterdam, NL    7104.53 Mbps      7027.63 Mbps        2.27 ms
     Shanghai, CN     430.47 Mbps       1605.41 Mbps        261.42 ms
     Hong Kong, CN    2.33 Mbps         909.63 Mbps         370.56 ms
     Singapore, SG    4.15 Mbps         566.52 Mbps         252.03 ms
     Tokyo, JP        342.96 Mbps       1729.17 Mbps        249.59 ms
    
    

    Looking good. Damn..

    Thanked by 3wadhah admax Decicus
  • wadhahwadhah Member, Host Rep

    @Saragoldfarb said:

    @wadhah said:

    @Saragoldfarb said:

    @wadhah said:

    @wadhah said:
    wish me luck grabbing a deluxe deadpool in less than 3 months deal

    i got it, wish me luck that it dosent deadpool in less than 3 months

    Don't tell me that's a 3/y nam deal?

    delux 8gb/15y (it's surprisingly stable and not oversold, yet)

     Node Name        Upload Speed      Download Speed      Latency
     Speedtest.net    1602.75 Mbps      2346.79 Mbps        32.29 ms
     Paris, FR        7143.41 Mbps      5365.41 Mbps        10.15 ms
     Amsterdam, NL    7104.53 Mbps      7027.63 Mbps        2.27 ms
     Shanghai, CN     430.47 Mbps       1605.41 Mbps        261.42 ms
     Hong Kong, CN    2.33 Mbps         909.63 Mbps         370.56 ms
     Singapore, SG    4.15 Mbps         566.52 Mbps         252.03 ms
     Tokyo, JP        342.96 Mbps       1729.17 Mbps        249.59 ms
    
    

    Looking good. Damn..

    yeah but this is going on my hourly backup plan :D

  • SaragoldfarbSaragoldfarb Member, Megathread Squad

    I have a de server with them. Not overly excited but its cheap. That's NL 8GB offer insane. Don't know how they make those numbers work.

    Thanked by 2admax Decicus
  • wadhahwadhah Member, Host Rep

    @Saragoldfarb said:
    I have a de server with them. Not overly excited but its cheap. That's NL 8GB offer insane. Don't know how they make those numbers work.

    they can't, not even virmache can do this and they are wizards :D 1200gb6 score too it's not throttled to heck like c1v

    Thanked by 2admax Decicus
  • SaragoldfarbSaragoldfarb Member, Megathread Squad
    edited March 2025

    @wadhah said:

    @Saragoldfarb said:
    I have a de server with them. Not overly excited but its cheap. That's NL 8GB offer insane. Don't know how they make those numbers work.

    they can't, not even virmache can do this and they are wizards :D 1200gb6 score too it's not throttled to heck like c1v

    Yes, saw some yabs posted in the thread just now. Nice catch!

    Thanked by 2admax Decicus
  • @wadhah said:
    delux 8gb/15y (it's surprisingly stable and not oversold, yet)

    Oh, so you have got yours provisioned? Still waiting for mine.

    Thanked by 2Saragoldfarb Decicus
  • wadhahwadhah Member, Host Rep

    @JohnFilch123 said:

    @wadhah said:
    delux 8gb/15y (it's surprisingly stable and not oversold, yet)

    Oh, so you have got yours provisioned? Still waiting for mine.

    They just love me, go open a ticket

    Thanked by 2Decicus Saragoldfarb
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