If you die while online, you get sent to Posters Purgatory, a void forum separate from the material. There, you are a poets ghost that can do naught but post. The torment comes from No other media existing, so there is nothing to make memes about or centre a discourse. The posts ghosts type curses and diatribes, like ‘omg why did god do this, this is really dumb, I miss baby yoda’. The only escape is to free yourself from your enraptured, enslaved mind and prove purity by posting something like ‘thinking about having some soop for lounch’