The treck on the long tail continues. Another being shows up.
“What are you? A demon?” I replied.
“No, I'm the commercialization of the furry community, you don't have to rely on the gatekeepers of the viewing system. You can rely on them to make a living, not on a system that does not deserve you.”
“Why should i trust you?”
“Well, pigeonholing yourself playing videogames to appease the algorithm for 'engagement' ain't your point of view. You do character sheets, illustrations, and webcomics. The stats tell otherwise.”
“Yeah, nobody owes me views. Yet from a business/morale sense, it still matters.”
A grin, from the ghost, is followed.
“If you had to play videogames to raise the viewing per average, you'd have to do it again and again. A downward ratchet. You never have time to play in the visual medium.”
“Ah-”
“You can do spec work, you've done giveaways, and you've resonated with the tribe of furrys. Even if you want to do it free as a hobby, to me, the monetization is always open. Credentialism and gatekeepers can't hold you back. No social media credential.”
Before the Couch could answer, the ghost was gone.