For those who don't know me on Steemit, there was a time where I tried to write funny stories. For different reasons, I found it difficult to continue with my blog, and little by little I stopped writing. Now, that I have more time, I decided to take up my writings and when I came back, I found this...
Far away were the times, where to get a vote you had to interact, create communities and pray, that a whale take pity on your situation. At that time, the vote of a whale was like an orgasm. I updated the blog every 15 seconds, imploring that click of someone with a lot of SP.
For those who don't know, by March of 2017, the Steem had a value of $0.23. Those that we published at that time, we were the real passionate of this platform, because we were in the worst moments of Steemit. Only a few benefited, and most of us published for pure pleasure. Although, there was always the illusion that a whale came across our post, and when that happened, it was night of celebrations...
For this and seeing the current moment in which we are, I felt with certain rights and decided not to fall into the influence of these bots to get votes. I had something to invent, to avoid having to pay and at the same time, to have visibility. Sure of my decision, I started a campaign to attract the votes of these bots, without having to pay anything.
As you can imagine, it didn't work. So, for the failure of my experiment, I have made a second decision: I'm not happy, with having in my post, only comments from my mother, such as:
Beautiful post, my dear son. I'm proud of you, you are the sun that floods my life...
Fuck it! I will pay for bots and thus claim the success and glory that I deserve. See you on the moon, guys!
@postpromoter:
@upme:
