i feel that the content creators of this community should come together to share and just consolidate independent training data. that way independent training strategies can be optimized and there's less of a chance that misinformation gets passed around
okay, here's all my training data: kcroat, shart, freddy tenders, fukake, oulu, spurdo sparde, frederick, chester, jinderson
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>>157495 (AP) I once read a manga in which the protagonist got pragnant and then she aborted the fetus and its ghost appeared above her head and she started seeing similar ghosts above other women’s heads too and found out abortion causes it and that some people make art out of their abortion ghosts so she starts getting pregante and aborting repeatedly so she can make cool stuff out of her ghosts but then she can’t abort the next one because she’s carrying the second coming of Christ and it was pretty weird stuff
>>157516Do understand the dev for this is building his own L2. He got kicked from shytoshi’s private chat because he threatened to launch a better shibarium and he is. He is calling is “cagerium”. Also, dev has spent 200k plus of his own money and has big names backing it (jake gagain, eric cryptoman, etc”) this was a very surface level evaluation by you guy btw, this is not just a shitcoin. The dev has NFTs coming out, full blown L2 mainnet, and we are on POLYGON, BASE, ARB, PULSE, AND MORE. This is easily a 100 million dollar marketcap coin.
>>157520 What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
>>157523 kc-tireland makes three main types of threads Type 1: Posting some shitty YouTube videos Type 2: Crying about his life Type 3: Pretending that he's better than everyone else There are further subcategories for each of these larger categories. Type 1 has the most subcategories. 1a are the anti-China videos. Usually SerpentZA. He seems to have moved away from these because these ones get the least responses. 1b are the political videos. He seems to especially like posting styx videos despite the fact that styx is a closeted tranny. 1c are the generic clickbait videos. These are the most mystifying to me because these videos are so clearly antithetical to the entire spirit of yli which is to reject the mainstream and to fester in our own weirdness/absurdness. 1X is sort of the odd one out, but sometimes he will ask people for video recommendations. These are not always YouTube. Type 2 are the only threads he makes that even have potential to be interesting. These threads are usually pretty unique from each other and frequently have him reveal embarassing details of his life. 2a are his threads about his mental illness. This includes threads complaining about medication (or lack thereof), inability to read, inability to get laid, and time spent in the hospital. 2b are his threads where he cries about being "bullied" on yli and seems to show a vague awareness that he isn't liked on yli. DO NOT BE FOOLED. He just wants you to compliment him. He seems to think that there is at most one person of each nationality who thinks he's a pathetic loser and that everyone else will jump to his aid in this thread. When people inevitably mock him for being a massive loser he will dismiss them as usual. Type 3 threads really doesn't need to be broken into subcategories, but there are a few obvious subcategories so lets go over them. 3a threads are about his penis size. He seems to think that 6.5 inches is an unbelievably huge penis worth bragging about and that anyone takes the things he says about his penis seriously. 3b threads are about the girls he's fucked. Again, he seems to think that 4 (it used to be 2) non-prostitutes is impressive and worth bragging about and that anyone takes the things he says about the girls he's fucked seriously. He will also make threads about how everyone else is an incel and he's a volcel. 3c threads are the ones where he brags about the fact that he doesn't have a job and that he is willing to spend 8 hours trying to fight someone over yli posts.
>>157525 With the earliest traces of the discussion dating back to 2016, at least two instances of a public debate occurred in 2019, revolving around the question (later named as the Browndad Conjecture) whether Aleksi Kinnunen (sopsy), the founder and administrator of Ylilauta, is a father with brownish bodily features. The discussion attempts of the conjecture had devastating effects in the board /international/, because a vast number of participants were disallowed to publish their opinions in either newly opened topics, or placing commentary to already established topics in any matter. The blockage, varied between 1 and 7 days for the participants, resulted in a wide-scale disappointment, leading to the development of new evasion techniques, attempting to regain one's publishing privileges. The widely criticized massive blocking of the participants also suggests that the conjecture is true, although no definite resolution is known as of October, 2019.
>>157533 “The Post That Shouldn’t Have Been Posted” In the vast and chaotic digital tundra of the Finnish internet, Ylilauta stood as its own unruly beast—raw, unfiltered, and unmoderated (or so people liked to believe). And behind its creation was Aleksi Kinnunen, the elusive wizard behind the curtain. For years, he'd remained largely anonymous, lurking beneath layers of ironic detachment and VPNs, occasionally dropping cryptic posts that only the oldest users could interpret as his. Until that night. It began with a thread titled: “What’s the most misunderstood delicacy?” The usual responses rolled in: surströmming, lutefisk, pineapple on pizza, blood pancakes. Then came a reply from an anonymous ID, written in flawless Finnish, laced with dry wit and oddly specific references to early Ylilauta memes. It read: “Properly treated, aged human feces has a depth of flavor you can’t replicate. Tangy, earthy, a bit like fermented tofu—but richer. Most people’s disgust comes from ignorance and bad sourcing.” The reply got buried under 200 laughing skull emojis, a few ASCII vomit memes, and someone posting an AI-generated image of Gordon Ramsay crying in a toilet. Business as usual—until someone noticed the post had a familiar digital fingerprint. It matched Aleksi’s admin hash. And the internet went feral. “ALEKSI IS A COPROPHAGIST??” trended across Finnish Twitter. Reddit threads exploded with sleuths digging through old Ylilauta logs, desperately looking for foreshadowing. Some found a 2014 post about the olfactory pleasure of compost. Others pointed to a thread titled “Would you eat yourself?” that ended mysteriously with: “Only once. Never again without sriracha.” Aleksi tried to downplay it in a follow-up thread. “It was satire. Irony. You people seriously don’t understand post-post-modern shitposting anymore.” But the damage was done. Ylilauta’s front page was overrun with “Chef Aleksi” memes, photoshops of him sniffing jars, and fake Yelp reviews for restaurants with names like “Chez Caca”. In a bizarre twist, traffic to the site skyrocketed. New users joined just to be part of the fecal fiasco. A niche group on Telegram began genuinely debating the ethics of “artisan coprophagia.” Someone launched a boutique chocolate brand named “KinnuNougat.” Aleksi stopped posting altogether. But deep down, the lauta knew: whether troll, truth, or terrible accident, he had given them something they’d never forget. And somewhere in a Helsinki apartment, behind a heavily firewalled IP, a man stirred his spoon thoughtfully into a suspiciously dark mousse and whispered: “Still misunderstood.”
>>157525 Great. I fucking cummed. Because of what you posted. Do you think it's cool to make me cum in front of my family? Do you get joy out of it? My cum filled my underwear and is dripping down my leg. All because of you. I'm at my wife's funeral right now and I cummed all over her coffin. My great grandpa looked at this post and cummed so hard he died! Now I have to got to two funerals, all because of you. My great grandma slapped me in the face, which made me cum even more! I'm sitting in a pool of my own cum with two dead people in this room, just because you had to post this.
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"Black people always criminal," Soypsy thought, for as long as he could remember, a thought that would haunt him after his sexual awakening. A sexual awakening that began when Soypsy moved to his uncle's reclusive island estate. Soypsy's uncle – Brandon "Cloran Hastings" M. Dennis – always had a fondness for Soypsy, which was extremely uncharacteristic of him, as he isolated himself from family as well as society at large. Mr. M. Dennis had won his fortune early in life, as he was the first to mass-produce mämmi with a procedure that lacked the incredulous "mämmi sharts." Wealth proved unsatisfying for him, and less than two years after making millions, he purchased his own island and built upon it a mighty castle, both a literal and figurative fortress of solitude, if you will. It was there that Brandon lived until he died, leaving everything to Soypsy, who was now in charge of rifling through his personal effects. Soypsy bid farewell to the fisherman he paid to get a ride through the Gulf of Bothnia, and takes his first step on his own island. There was not much on the grounds of the estate, a couple buildings for storing equipment necessary to maintaining the yard, a boathouse, and maybe a few other buildings that might be important later, so the path was clear for Soypsy to walk directly to the front door. The door, which was rather large, opened rather easily, which was unexpected. Soypsy remarked to himself, how light the door felt on the hinges. The door opened directly into a large two story room, containing many hallways leading deeper into the castle. On the second floor, looking down, was a strange looking man, who immediately spoke to Soypsy, "Who are you?" he said. "I'm Soypsy, I live here now." he responded. "Oh, yes, I'd heard of the change of arrangement." "Weren't you expecting me?" Soypsy asked. "I was not." "How strange." The man, Migel Huessosi, began making his way to the entrance, and Soypsy would soon learn that he was the personal assistant of his uncle, and was in charge of the general well-being of the property. Migel explained to Soypsy that his uncle allowed him to essentially run the property, with the only principle being that Brandon wanted to be minimally disturbed. Migel did this by employing a smaller number of more efficient workers. Migel brought Soypsy on a tour of the building, showing him everything that now belonged to him. The kitchens, dining rooms, elaborate galleries and a large theater. Everything was in immaculate condition, not only due to the incredible quality of his workers, but also because Brandon was an incredible recluse even in his own fortress. He had instructed his workers on how to least invade his lonesome, but even the possibility of seeing them when he was in one of his moods was enough to push him into strange behaviors such as peeing in bottles and wearing thigh-high striped socks. Eventually, he would build an addition to his castle, the East Wing (AN: the front door faces South), in which his staff were absolutely not permitted to enter. In this enhanced solitude, his strange peculiarities would fester and grow. Migel brought Soypsy to the only door connecting the East Wing to the rest of the castle, saying that no one alive knew what was on the other side, and said that he could have the cleaning staff have a go at it first, to remove anything particularly obscene. Soypsy said that it was not necessary, gripped the large brass knob to the door, and twisted it. Before he could open it however, Brandon quickly asked, "Do you mind if I accompany you?" "Yeah sure bro," Soypsy replied.
>>157703 Why did you censor your IP?
>>157714 actually cloudflare did that automatically somehow, I copied the whole text with ctrl+a
>>157724 Lies
