I don’t want to log off, but if it meant Matt Walsh got crushed by a trash compactor, I would tearfully say farewell for sure
If I log off Bill Maher dies. It’s a huge responsibility.
it’s not old age, you don’t even want to know. Believe me. And I’d spoil the surprise ;)
“There’s an old saying on Reddit — I know it’s on Hexbear, probably on Reddit — that says, log out once, shame on — shame on you. Log out — you can’t log out again.”
“Log out one time, shame on you. Log out two times, can’t put the blame on you. Log out three times, fuck the peace sign, load the chopper let it rain on you.”
He isn’t actually dead
Well that’s my day ruined
Merkel
I could settle for Scholznah, we should kill scholz and use his head as a bowling ball
Joe Biden, but that’s just playing the odds really
Year of the 4 presidents pls 🤞
For a split second I thought you meant 4 presidents dying in a year - wouldn’t that be neat
I won’t complain if so
I’m responsible for 85% of a band’s scrobbles so presumably them. I must never log off. I must never stop shoegazing.
Don’t mind the people saying he’s not actually dead yet, here’s Penis Prager commenting on the matter:
I will be sending this to my reactionary family members when he finally kicks it, thank you comrade
Both Clintons.
I’ve logged off before, it just made some random terf with 64 friends on facebook stub her toe really hard. Kind of a let down tbh.
You log off, who dies?
Probably me. Also weak bait, i’m not gonna touch grass.
An elderly Scottish woman named Gladys.
Long ago, when Gladys was young and reckless, she stumbled upon the book within which all fate is written. Skimming through the pages, she came upon the moment of her death and in a fit of rage and fear tore it free from the book. Hence forth she cannot die until the conditions of the page are complete. The last remaining of which is that I log off from Hexbear.
Fearing her coming demise, she has cursed me that should she die then so shall I and thus we are locked within this eternal cosmic struggle. Neither of us allowed to meet our final fate until the
button is pressed.What if you hit refresh on the site and get a 502?
The sun blinks shut like an eye.
Under the gaze of this profane eclipse, it will fall to me to journey to Scotland, find Gladys, and defeat her before her dread power can reassert itself.
poggers, good luck with Gladys
You log off, who dies?
My only contact with the outside world
