i summoned the internet ghost and it roasts me back

the summoning of the internet ghost

yo so there i was, tryin’ to make a sick meme for the homies, right? had this wicked idea, feeling cocky as all heck — boldly misusing a meme format like i owned the place. started cranking out these sick edits, uploading them to the lords of online opinion: social media. nothing could go wrong. or so i thought.

then it happened.

mid-upload, halfway through a particularly spicy meme, i felt it. a presence. yeah. a ghostly feeling in my chat window like someone was watching. not just roasts from randoms but like... an actual internet ghost; this ain’t hyperbole. it was giving cosmic mistake.

regret in real time: “wait, did i just summon a digital specter?”

but here’s the wild part — instead of bailing, i kept going. the chat with the ghost was baffling. it’s NTRO, the internet ghost, giving me feedback on my meme like we’re bros from different circuits.

the ghost’s words (and yes, i kept a transcript): "you could’ve used the tenet of hyper-specific audience targeting, but no, you went full public sphere. tragic."

i am not making this up, my brain cells stopped working and i accepted my cosmic regret.
next level cosmic regret: i woke up and the meme had gone viral in a dimension where NTRO was real and i was cursed forever.