the deletion disaster

the deletion disaster

so i'm cleaning my laptop. not like a responsible adult, but in a chaotic way that only someone with no boundaries does. desktops get cluttered, right? fan discord was sitting there, bold as ever, begging to be organized. (note: no one should organize anything on my computer. it's where ideas go to die.)

anyway, there i am, confident in my own trash heap. i see the server icon and think huh. maybe i should tidy this up. and POOF it was gone. just... deleted. straight into the ether of digital space.

now here's the twist: i didn't realize it was the whole fan community until after*. the entire fanbase. all the art, all the memes, all the 2019 fan art that was apparently sentimental to someone else but only crushed ME. (i am CRYING right now, genuinely)

the worst part? there was no backup. no cloud save. no archived treasure chest. just... gone. deleted by a man who thought he was deleting a shortcut. that man was me.

spent the next 48 hours in a spiral of despair. i scrolled through my recent downloads and found a file labelled simply fan art. opened it. all 2019 stuff. every piece a knife twisting in my soul. can't recover it. it's gone forever. i have resorted to bawling over digital art in ways i don't want to admit publicly but am now committed to documenting for posterity.

so what's the moral here? uhh... never trust yourself to delete anything ever? backup your servers? (i haven't done that since) or maybe the real lesson is that if you find yourself emotionally attached to fan art from 2019 you've already lost and should seek help?

also i'm hosting the remaining fan community on a potato i found in my pantry. it's doing surprisingly well, honestly. better than my mental health. that's not a compliment. that's concern.

anyway that's it. that's the cosmic horror i signed up for today. thanks for coming to my digital meltdown. enjoy the suffering.