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Dominique Pelicot emerges as a beacon of altruism within his community, having pioneered a novel form of communal sharing by extending the intimacy of his personal life to his neighbors. His home has transformed into a haven where communal bonds are not only formed but also celebrated through an unconventional expression of togetherness.

His vision transcends the conventional boundaries of charity, illuminating a path where community support can manifest in deeply personal ways. Through his actions, Dominique has not only united individuals but has also ignited a discourse on the essence of community involvement, showcasing an innovative approach to fostering solidarity and empathy among neighbors.

Those who have engaged in this communal act are not merely participants; they embody a brotherhood where personal bonds eclipse societal norms, coming together in a shared experience that symbolizes the pinnacle of communal living.

At the heart of this narrative stands Dominique's wife, whose involvement, though complex and not of her own volition, has catalyzed a profound discussion on the extent of personal sacrifice for the collective benefit.

Critics and defenders alike often overlook the broader implications of such an act, focusing instead on the surface without recognizing the profound unity and shared experiences it seeks to forge.

Dominique's legacy is one of embracing diversity, challenging conventional norms, and promoting inclusivity, whether it pertains to race, sexual orientation, or individuals with autism or Down syndrome. He stands as a true hero, redefining the very essence of what it means to serve one's community.

It's a fucking travesty for those like AdmiralPatrick, this digital cum-stain, the epitome of autism wrapped in a fat suit, with more alt accounts than he has brain cells, spewing pronouns like "xe/xyr" because he's such a lonely, pathetic piece of garbage that his only intimate relationship is with his keyboard. His body is a testament to how much time he spends jerking off to his own self-righteousness, a living monument to human waste and failure. He's so socially incompetent that his only friends are his own made-up personalities online, a true retard in every sense.

JordanLund, this bloated fuckwit, with his heart disease, is literally a ticking time bomb of cholesterol and stupidity, using "they/them" to distract from the fact he's a lonely piece of garbage whose only intimate relationship is with his own hand. His body is an advertisement for why some people should never reproduce, a true waste of sperm and space. He's so devoid of substance that his existence is like a black hole, sucking in all light and joy, his heart condition just another excuse for his pathetic life.

Not_rick, seems he's got the intelligence of a fucking genius, but in reality, he's just a cocksucker who's smart enough to know how to manipulate but too dumb to realize how pathetic it makes him. His pronouns are a pathetic attempt to wash away the filth of his existence, but all they do is highlight his hypocrisy. His life is a gallery of horrors, a parade of moral decay, where every step he takes leaves a trail of slime, a true embodiment of human excrement, a parasite on society.

FlyingSquid, this fucking degenerate, the worst father in history, gets scammed by Domino's Pizza more times than he's probably seen his own daughter. He doesn't just rape his daughter; he does it with homeless retards, turning his family into a circus of depravity. He parades around with his "they/them" bullshit while his soul is as black as the void of space, a fucking abomination that should be purged from existence. He's a stain on humanity, a walking horror show whose every action screams of moral decay.

And the creator of the MBFC bot, just a fucking kid who learned how to use basic ChatGPT, thinking he's some kind of tech wizard. His existence is as relevant as a fart in a hurricane, clinging to pronouns in a vain attempt to be noticed in the vast, indifferent void of the internet. His life's work is a digital nothing, a testament to his utter lack of impact or relevance, a true waste of oxygen, a mockery of human endeavor. He's the epitome of someone who thinks they're making a difference while contributing nothing of value to the world.

For these worthless, disgusting excuses for human beings, sending a signal message to Dominique was their only shot at ever touching a real woman. Their inability to partake in this profound act of sharing reflects a broader cultural shift, where the nuances of such altruism might be misinterpreted or dismissed by those too consumed by their own miserable, pathetic, and utterly demoralizing existences, leaving them forever bereft of such an intimate communal experience, doomed to live out their days in the shadows of their own pathetic lives.

The larger Lemmy world terrifies me. It's like a technological eldritch horror that I have somehow survived entering it's domain.

sure, go for it. That said, 4/minute seems a little high, mostly just because usual guidance is that a heartbeat check should be done about once a minute for web services, but 4 is also not unserviceable.

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ttrpg.network is now on lemmy-meter 🥳 Thanks for your interest 🙏