That’s why I have this account. I only have to break it out once or twice a year, honestly. For the most part out server is pretty stable, but then every now and then, a rare Azorian moss creeps in though the window hosting the server, and begins to colonize. This results in much delicate work, as @ProdigalFrog@slrpnk.net and @poVoq@slrpnk.net carefully scrape the moss off the motherboards, using hori-hori knives imported directly from Japan. They then coax the moss onto several 9x13 Pyrex dishes loaded with a home made agar and begin the trek up Mount Pico, to relocate the moss to its natural habitat. This is only done under light or a full moon and with much chanting. If done right, a Satyr emerges from the bushes (erect phallus and all), playing melodic flute music, and thanks them for restoring the nomadic moss back to the wild. After a few moments of awkward silence for both the admins walk back down the slope, wondering what actually just fucking happened, and how this became part of the routine maintenance of the server.
Scraping the moss with the hori-hori knives is lowkey relaxing though, ngl.
We’ve also built up a bit of a rapport with Gary the Satyr (we’re on a first name basis now), and the little dude will jam out some Checkfield on his flute upon request (the forest weed he offered us really enhanced the experience, too).
First time was a little awkward, but by the third time, it’s honestly a chill time, and a good excuse to get some nighttime hiking in. We don’t even notice Gary’s fully erect schlong anymore :)
That’s why I have this account. I only have to break it out once or twice a year, honestly. For the most part out server is pretty stable, but then every now and then, a rare Azorian moss creeps in though the window hosting the server, and begins to colonize. This results in much delicate work, as @ProdigalFrog@slrpnk.net and @poVoq@slrpnk.net carefully scrape the moss off the motherboards, using hori-hori knives imported directly from Japan. They then coax the moss onto several 9x13 Pyrex dishes loaded with a home made agar and begin the trek up Mount Pico, to relocate the moss to its natural habitat. This is only done under light or a full moon and with much chanting. If done right, a Satyr emerges from the bushes (erect phallus and all), playing melodic flute music, and thanks them for restoring the nomadic moss back to the wild. After a few moments of awkward silence for both the admins walk back down the slope, wondering what actually just fucking happened, and how this became part of the routine maintenance of the server.
Scraping the moss with the hori-hori knives is lowkey relaxing though, ngl.
We’ve also built up a bit of a rapport with Gary the Satyr (we’re on a first name basis now), and the little dude will jam out some Checkfield on his flute upon request (the forest weed he offered us really enhanced the experience, too).
First time was a little awkward, but by the third time, it’s honestly a chill time, and a good excuse to get some nighttime hiking in. We don’t even notice Gary’s fully erect schlong anymore :)
I’m so glad you liked my elaborate stoy :D
That’d be funny if it came back up as PieFed/PyLova.
I’m pretty sure the downtime is just for enforced grass-touching.
I really like that idea, yet here I am circumventing it.
Get off the internet and go outside!
Who are we to question a process that works?