User avatar @rain@an.eldritch.gift
@themtog [insert some kind of noir eldritchness]

I glanced at the stats of my instance: about 50% storage used. Then I looked back and stared at my instance feed, icons of frozen shrimp caught in a .net everywhere. Half a box, lots of shrimp. I sighed. Themtog got me, big time. This was going to be a long night, but then again, aren't all nights in Feditown?

[cue the noir music]