Sir Alderich entered the main hall and hurried directly to our Lady Joan Mastodon.

There is trouble over on CrimsonSky, he uttered, catching his breath. Fair posts are being censored, the Great Algo has free reign, the Big Money Bro is setting up camp in their fields, they even ...

My dear Alderich, do sit down. I have just made some fine Fedi brew, here, may it refresh and replenish you like a poem or a bird somg on a winter morning.

But, my Lady, over on CrimsonSky ...

Let CrimsonSky be CrimsonSky, my friend. They will do what they must do. Here, drink. Then settle and start your evening toots.

She stood up. The sun is about to set, she spoke to the crowd, it is time to jest. Let evening jesting commence.

And her knights nodded and laughed, some of the younger ones high-fived each other, and they took out their antique phones and refurbished laptops, and there was jestposting and singing all through the night.

#Bluesky #JoanMastodon #jestposting

The slayn bodies of the scrapers lay all around us, the howling of the wounded Great Algo could be heard in the distance.

Not bad for a day's work, girls, the Lady Joan Mastodon said to her Sisters, not bad at all. Let us rest, and eat, and celebrate.

And jestpost?, Dame Uma gently asked, blushing.

Indeed, jestpost we shall. And who has more reason to jestpost than you, my dear Uma, who stepped into the path of the Great Algo, alone, and made him turn away by the sheer power of her unforgiving stare! Well done, Uma, well done, all. It is time to jest. Remember, the Great Algo cannot bear to see us laugh.

And so the Great Jestposting began. The scrapers did not return for many moons.

#JoanMastodon #jestposting #noScraping #noSearch #noAlgo #MastodonCulture

Quotes, she cried, always those blasted Quotes. We don't need no Quotes.

Our Lady Joan Mastodon could be quite direct in her missives when the moment was right. We loved her for it. A quiet murmur of approval spread through the camp.

The lights of thousands of phones shone in the dark as her knights tooted jestpost after jestpost, warding off the swarm of invading Quotes. We knew that Quotes will evaporate when faced with laughter.

Sir Alfred, never a man of many words, stood up and started playing the Tooters' Song on his bagpipe. We all joined in, singing the half-forgotten song as well as we could. Our Lady Joan smiled. My knights are fine fighters, she said, straight tooting will prevail.

The jestposting continued all through the night.

#JoanMastodon #noQuotes #JestPosting