trophygifplay_arrowplay_arrowplay_arrowpersonyiiking out<p>Hibiscus was floating around cyberspace when suddenly a thought and a fear struck her.</p><p>Wait, no, that wasn't exactly right. It wasn't <em>sudden- </em>he just made the mistake of reading one of the files he was eating.</p><p><em>Straybow. </em>Hibiscus began to nibble on the .txt as he thought. <em>...The internet may be dying.</em></p><p><em>"...Hibiscus, what-"</em></p><p><em>Y2K???? Dead internet theory?? This .png is a picture of a news article saying that companies have began to use bot users using ChatGPT!</em></p><p><em>"Hibiscus. What in the world? Y2K was already dealt with- a problem saved and solved-"</em></p><p><em>Y2K! Y2K! YIIK YIIK YIIK YIIK</em></p><p><em>"Hibiscus, please do not 'yiik out', as the internet calls it."</em></p><p><em><img height="533.117" width="1120.5" class="fr-fic fr-dib" src="https://i.postimg.cc/PfBFVFRF/IMG-20250113-191115-4-4.jpg"></em><br></p><p>But it was too late. Hibiscus was already running around screaming their head off like a chicken with its head cut off that ended up with a ghostly head somehow and already this metaphor was losing sense. Or maybe the internet was losing sense. Or maybe the internet was losing sense because most if not all of the users were being replaced with ChatGPT that was inbreeding and inbreeding upon itself to create the world's most surrealest networks known to mankind. Maybe they might even be ai-generating file extensions and soon she will be eating a diet of .isat files or .dd files or .wf files or .lal files.</p><p><em>"What would these file names even be, Hibiscus?"</em></p><p>What a stupid question for Straybow to ask, clearly, as .isat files would be 'Immediante Stars AND timezone' files, .dd would be 'Deez dNuts' files, .wf would be 'Warrior Folder' files, and .lal would be...</p><p>Hm. What would .lal files be?</p><p>Probably 'Live aLaugh Love' files, with all sorts of dumb cheesy sayings she's seen on all those crusty .jpegs</p><p><em>"...Crusty .jpegs."</em></p><p><em>They taste worse than chatgpt.</em></p><p>Now being distracted from her breakdown by Straybow being reasonable yet again, Hibiscus stuffed the rest of the .txt file she was eating into her mouth and then flew off into cyberspace.</p><p>But this wasn't the last of this.</p><p><img height="48" width="1080" class="fr-fic fr-dib" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/059d48393df497be0fa5c1381f56a814/07da4fc0b6b2946a-f0/s1280x1920/8442dd9e00fab5722bbe9f2eb9cecb6cfc602778.pnj"></p><p>"I'M YIIKING OUT!" Hibiscus signed wildly, running about the place and screaming with their throat. "I'M YIIKING OUT!!!"</p><p><img height="622.4" width="1120.5" class="fr-fic fr-dib" src="https://i.postimg.cc/jdnYBQk2/IMG-20250114-192556-9-1.jpg"></p><p><em>"Hibiscus- Hibiscus, you are being undignified." </em>Straybow had nothing else to point to except that.</p><p><em>How does one yiik out in a dignified manner?</em></p><p><em>"Here is a step by step guide for how to properly 'yiik out' in a dignified manner:</em></p><p><em>Step one: Take deep breath.</em></p><p><em>Step two: Approach nearest person or group of persons.</em></p><p><em>Step three (This is the hardest part. I never reached this step or anything similar in my old life as a human.): Communicate your problems to the individual or group you have selected.</em></p><p><em>Step four: Listen to their advice.</em></p><p><em>Step five: You are now done 'yiiking out'."</em></p><p><em>Straybow, I seem to sense a problem here. </em>Hibiscus narrowed her eyes at her reflection in a nearby pop-up window, no longer 'yiiking out' and/or frantically signing and/or screaming</p><p><em>"And that is?"<br></em></p><p><em>You put quote marks around yiiking out. Is that not a real phrase?</em></p><p><em>"...It is a meme reference. To this game known as 'YIIK.' Did you think it was a term for worrying about the future of the internet?"</em></p><p><em>Yes.<br></em></p>