The fediverse is a dark forest. Every instance is an armed hunter stalking through the trees like a ghost, gently pushing aside branches that block the path and trying to tread without sound. Even breathing is done with care. The hunter has to be careful, because everywhere in the forest are stealthy hunters like him. If he finds other life—another hunter, a shitposter or a sincereposter, a delicate liberal or a Hans from Stuttgart, a fairy or a dragn—there’s only one thing he can do: open fire and eliminate them. In this forest, hell is other people. An eternal threat that any life that exposes its own existence will be swiftly wiped out. 🧵 (4/3)