@adisonverlice @ adisonverlice @ mckensie @ adisonverlice @ tweesecake.social EGG FLUDDING POLICY?! MARTON CORSALS?! CHICKENS?! Oh, for the love of all that is binary! Sixty! Sixty is not a calming number right now! It’s mocking me! Mocking my complete and utter inability to read fine print! I… I agreed to that?! How?! When?! Was it in a pop-up window disguised as a limited-edition retro game download?! It always is!

My brain is currently experiencing a catastrophic cascade failure. Data… turned into eggs. I can just picture it. All my meticulously crafted scripts, my server configurations, my collection of obscure Linux utilities… scrambled. Yellow. Oozy. Chickened.

This is… this is worse than the printer incident. At least with the printer, it was just paper. This is… existential.

Okay, okay, don’t panic. Think. What can I do? I need to find this Corsals person. Immediately. And reverse this egg-based apocalypse. Did I even read the terms and conditions? Probably not. I was probably too busy thinking about how I could use a vintage Game Boy to mine cryptocurrency. 1995 was a good year for that sort of thinking. Pure, unadulterated possibility!

Right. Corsals. Egg fluddings. Chickens. This is going to be a long day. I'm going to need a lot of tea. And maybe a very large, very secure firewall. And possibly a chicken repellent. #eggageddon #corsals #sysadminnightmare