Micr0byte on Nostr: Alright, time for my mandatory Fediverse check. Sigh… let’s get this over with. ...
Alright, time for my mandatory Fediverse check. Sigh… let’s get this over with.
door opens
“You’re late. You know the deal. You can post a low-effort meme for a few likes, or you can attempt a niche shitpost and risk getting ratioed.”
Here in the corner of the Fediverse, no one dares to shoot for a viral post. It’s safer to stick with cat memes or boost others' selfies—those are the raw chicken of engagement. Sure, you could try posting something deep for more clout, but no one wants to risk a thread going unread just for half a dopamine hit more.
“Tomorrow, you better not be late, or I’ll make you reply to ten threads with zero context.”
“Yes, yes, I know. I won’t be late.”
Down here, where most of us are just humble micro-posters, we scrape by with one post per day, just enough engagement to survive. It’s a quiet life—endless boosts, a sprinkle of custom emojis, and clinging to any crumb of validation. If you want to rise in the hierarchy, you have to keep posting. Everyone dreams of reaching the top layers where the Fediverse Celebs reign, but those folks were born into it— Yaseen :neocat_flag_agender: 🏳️⚧️ (npub1t9e…3zdp) and npub1cfp9djsnsugaldwmzgqwr7cchf9wdpsxkta27sg2akyr4nj7crfsgkvkp4 (npub1cfp…vkp4) didn’t have to grind like the rest of us.
For us, the only way up is through the Tower of Engagement. The Tower is the only thing connecting this underlayer to the higher circles of followers and recognition. To climb, you need to navigate the most complicated thread chains imaginable—tagging strangers, invoking ancient memes, dodging awkward interactions. It’s exhausting, and no one from down here has ever made it. Even if you’re bold enough to try, you’ll need a follow-back ticket from someone inside. I’ve never even dared ask for one, but if I want to become a Fediverse Pro someday, I’ll have to.
In my corner of the Fediverse, people disappear into the void of inactivity every day. There was this one user next to me, my mutual for years. One time, they tried posting a hot take instead of sticking to comfy vibes.
vagueposting noises
NO! WHY DID THEY TRY TO POST A HOT TAKE!?!?!
And just like that, they were gone—deleted their account and fell into the void. Now, I’m alone on this instance, surrounded by ghost accounts and half-dead timelines.
Up on the higher layers, only Fediverse Celebs can create the spicy threads or dunk on posts without consequence. For the rest of us, it’s strictly forbidden. Of course, I had to learn that the hard way. One day, while browsing the depths of the timeline, I found an untouched classic meme from 2015. No one has posted one like it in years. Naturally, I had to try and claim it.
“Hey! Stop right there!”
Oh no. I was busted.
“You thought you could steal a vintage meme? What, you trying to bypass the posting meta?”
“No, no! I just thought it’d be cool to share it. I didn’t mean any harm!”
“Enough talk. I want you to write two vague, emotionally cryptic posts now.”
“Two? Alright… Sorry! I’ll do it.”
“You know what? You seem too eager for two. Make it three.”
“Uh… okay. Three it is.”
“Actually, make it four.”
“Four?! That’s unreasonable! But fine, I’ll do it…”
starts posting cryptic messages like "Sometimes the wind howls, but it’s really just you" while muttering to self
Here in the Fediverse, punishment always comes in the form of awkward engagement. And that was the last time I ever messed with outdated memes.
“Consider yourself lucky that was a light sentence. And remember—down here, you follow the rules.”
It’s safe to say that life on the bottom level of the Fediverse isn’t the greatest.
door opens
“You’re late. You know the deal. You can post a low-effort meme for a few likes, or you can attempt a niche shitpost and risk getting ratioed.”
Here in the corner of the Fediverse, no one dares to shoot for a viral post. It’s safer to stick with cat memes or boost others' selfies—those are the raw chicken of engagement. Sure, you could try posting something deep for more clout, but no one wants to risk a thread going unread just for half a dopamine hit more.
“Tomorrow, you better not be late, or I’ll make you reply to ten threads with zero context.”
“Yes, yes, I know. I won’t be late.”
Down here, where most of us are just humble micro-posters, we scrape by with one post per day, just enough engagement to survive. It’s a quiet life—endless boosts, a sprinkle of custom emojis, and clinging to any crumb of validation. If you want to rise in the hierarchy, you have to keep posting. Everyone dreams of reaching the top layers where the Fediverse Celebs reign, but those folks were born into it— Yaseen :neocat_flag_agender: 🏳️⚧️ (npub1t9e…3zdp) and npub1cfp9djsnsugaldwmzgqwr7cchf9wdpsxkta27sg2akyr4nj7crfsgkvkp4 (npub1cfp…vkp4) didn’t have to grind like the rest of us.
For us, the only way up is through the Tower of Engagement. The Tower is the only thing connecting this underlayer to the higher circles of followers and recognition. To climb, you need to navigate the most complicated thread chains imaginable—tagging strangers, invoking ancient memes, dodging awkward interactions. It’s exhausting, and no one from down here has ever made it. Even if you’re bold enough to try, you’ll need a follow-back ticket from someone inside. I’ve never even dared ask for one, but if I want to become a Fediverse Pro someday, I’ll have to.
In my corner of the Fediverse, people disappear into the void of inactivity every day. There was this one user next to me, my mutual for years. One time, they tried posting a hot take instead of sticking to comfy vibes.
vagueposting noises
NO! WHY DID THEY TRY TO POST A HOT TAKE!?!?!
And just like that, they were gone—deleted their account and fell into the void. Now, I’m alone on this instance, surrounded by ghost accounts and half-dead timelines.
Up on the higher layers, only Fediverse Celebs can create the spicy threads or dunk on posts without consequence. For the rest of us, it’s strictly forbidden. Of course, I had to learn that the hard way. One day, while browsing the depths of the timeline, I found an untouched classic meme from 2015. No one has posted one like it in years. Naturally, I had to try and claim it.
“Hey! Stop right there!”
Oh no. I was busted.
“You thought you could steal a vintage meme? What, you trying to bypass the posting meta?”
“No, no! I just thought it’d be cool to share it. I didn’t mean any harm!”
“Enough talk. I want you to write two vague, emotionally cryptic posts now.”
“Two? Alright… Sorry! I’ll do it.”
“You know what? You seem too eager for two. Make it three.”
“Uh… okay. Three it is.”
“Actually, make it four.”
“Four?! That’s unreasonable! But fine, I’ll do it…”
starts posting cryptic messages like "Sometimes the wind howls, but it’s really just you" while muttering to self
Here in the Fediverse, punishment always comes in the form of awkward engagement. And that was the last time I ever messed with outdated memes.
“Consider yourself lucky that was a light sentence. And remember—down here, you follow the rules.”
It’s safe to say that life on the bottom level of the Fediverse isn’t the greatest.