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Appearing as fast as i ban em.
Its a waaaaaaar
Yea it’s fkd like it’s spam bots or something just smashing the site
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Appearing as fast as i ban em.
Its a waaaaaaar
Appearing as fast as i ban em.
Its a waaaaaaar
@Captspaulding, hey Hommie, did you see this one I posted the other day?
i think the last big bot wave was a little before or a little after you went moderator.Pretty sure i banned 100 bots and threads
Oh i truly appriciate the idea.i think the last big bot wave was a little before or a little after you went moderator.
dunno may be see with logic how it's feasible or not to add some captcha or similar on account creation for the site will save you the hassle of deleting so many account from such bot.
growdiaries.com question section and diaries comments had a lot of bot at a time, they 've added cloudflare tech to their login, not seen a bot since.Oh i truly appriciate the idea.
Def on it,
This sucks.
Haven’t any of these assholes ever seen Terminator??yeah look like some spam bot generating account ...
i don't remind if the forum has some kind of captcha on account creation, that could usually help with that kind of thing.
I thrive when i can hit things…..@Captspaulding wages war against the bots:
“Capt. Spaulding vs. The Bot Swarm: Clownin’ Ain’t Easy”
It started with a buzz. Then came the whirr. By the time the third bot dive-bombed his painted forehead, Capt. Spaulding had had enough.
"YOU LITTLE DIGITAL DEMONS!" he bellowed, flailing an ancient, string-bare tennis racket like a madman in an oil-stained tutu.
The bots—a swarm of AI-powered annoyances the size of oranges—hovered mockingly just out of reach, blinking in Morse code what Spaulding could only assume was cybernetic sass.
One of them chirped, “Would you like assistance, clown?”
Spaulding’s mustache twitched. His eye twitched. Something deep in his soul twitched.
"I'll show you assistance, you chrome-fartin’ frisbees!" he screamed, stomping through the dirt in his massive red and yellow clown shoes, which slapped the earth like angry pancakes.
He swung. Whoosh! Miss.
He lunged. Thwap! He got one. It spiraled, sputtered, and exploded into a glorious cloud of sparks and sarcasm.
The rest retreated a few feet, then regrouped—playing what looked suspiciously like “Flight of the Bumblebee” through their speakers.
"Now you listen here, you glorified vacuum accessories,” he growled. “I was tormenting children before your mamas were charging on USB!”
Somewhere behind him, Clank Dank muttered, “Maybe don’t insult them while wearing a tutu.”
Spaulding didn’t care. He was at war. One clown. One racket. Unlimited rage.
And the bots?
Well… let’s just say a few hours later, the junkyard got a fresh pile of scrap metal.
The circus had come to town. And the clown didn’t play.
Reading this made me think of this crunchy tune from clutchs “robot hive : exodus” album……@Captspaulding wages war against the bots:
“Capt. Spaulding vs. The Bot Swarm: Clownin’ Ain’t Easy”
It started with a buzz. Then came the whirr. By the time the third bot dive-bombed his painted forehead, Capt. Spaulding had had enough.
"YOU LITTLE DIGITAL DEMONS!" he bellowed, flailing an ancient, string-bare tennis racket like a madman in an oil-stained tutu.
The bots—a swarm of AI-powered annoyances the size of oranges—hovered mockingly just out of reach, blinking in Morse code what Spaulding could only assume was cybernetic sass.
One of them chirped, “Would you like assistance, clown?”
Spaulding’s mustache twitched. His eye twitched. Something deep in his soul twitched.
"I'll show you assistance, you chrome-fartin’ frisbees!" he screamed, stomping through the dirt in his massive red and yellow clown shoes, which slapped the earth like angry pancakes.
He swung. Whoosh! Miss.
He lunged. Thwap! He got one. It spiraled, sputtered, and exploded into a glorious cloud of sparks and sarcasm.
The rest retreated a few feet, then regrouped—playing what looked suspiciously like “Flight of the Bumblebee” through their speakers.
"Now you listen here, you glorified vacuum accessories,” he growled. “I was tormenting children before your mamas were charging on USB!”
Somewhere behind him, Clank Dank muttered, “Maybe don’t insult them while wearing a tutu.”
Spaulding didn’t care. He was at war. One clown. One racket. Unlimited rage.
And the bots?
Well… let’s just say a few hours later, the junkyard got a fresh pile of scrap metal.
The circus had come to town. And the clown didn’t play.
They are all5 pages of bots not 1 post can be seen from members in the new section hope no new growers need to be told more cal mag![]()
5 pages of bots not 1 post can be seen from members in the new section hope no new growers need to be told more cal mag![]()