Day two as a Discord mod.
I open the server with confidence today. Yesterday was chaos, sure—but today? Today I'm prepared.
I am not prepared.
First message I see: "WHO DELETED GENERAL???"
My heart drops.
General is gone.
Just… gone.
I check permissions. I check logs. I check my soul. Nothing. No record. It just vanished like it got snapped out of existence.
Then someone says, "lol it's back."
And it is.
No explanation. No reason. I don't question it. I've learned not to.
Before I can recover, someone pings me again: "MOD THERE'S A HACKER."
I rush to see what's going on.
The "hacker" is a guy typing in all caps: "I KNOW YOUR IP."
He does not know anyone's IP.
He can barely spell.
I mute him anyway for emotional damage.
Then comes the daily "Can I be mod?" guy.
But today he's evolved.
"I've been active for 3 days straight," he says. "I deserve mod now."
Three days.
I've aged ten years in that time.
I gently say no.
He responds, "This server is corrupt."
I take psychic damage.
Meanwhile, in memes channel, someone has posted the exact same image 14 times in a row. Another user is reacting to every single message with 💀 like it's their full-time job.
I consider banning the skull emoji.
Then—peace.
No messages. No pings.
I sit back, relax… maybe I can finally take a break.
Ping.
"@everyone FREE ROBUX CLICK NOW"
I don't even hesitate.
Ban.
At this point, it's instinct.
As the day ends, I look at the server. It's somehow still standing. Barely, but standing.
And me?
I'm still here.
Tired. Confused. Slightly unhinged.
But ready.
Because tomorrow…
Something worse is definitely going to happen.