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What are your thoughts on the MyBK survey experience, and how do you think it impacts Burger King's menu offerings?

Acadia18

Autocross Champion
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Acadia18

Autocross Champion
RIP in peace, Sofia. We hardly knew ye. You were a remarkable soul whose passion for the MyBK online survey was nothing short of legendary. Sofia approached this survey with a fervor that many of us can only aspire to. She saw it not just as a tool for feedback, but as a platform for voicing opinions and driving change. Whether it was sharing her thoughts on a new burger or suggesting ways to improve service, Sofia was dedicated to ensuring that every bite at Burger King was a better experience for everyone.

Her enthusiasm was infectious; she encouraged friends and family to partake in the survey, often saying, ā€œYour opinion matters! Make it count!ā€ Sofia had a unique ability to find joy in the little things, and her dedication to making the fast-food experience better for all was a testament to her generous spirit.

As we remember Sofia today, let us carry forward her legacy of advocacy and enthusiasm. Though she may no longer be with us, her passion for improvement lives on in our hearts. Let us honor her memory by being as engaged and passionate about our own voices, just as she was with the MyBK survey. Thank you, Sofia, for reminding us that every voice matters.
 

mrmatto

Autocross Champion
Ode to Sofia, queen of the spam,
With endless posts and sly little scams.
Through forums you creep, with offers so bright,
Promising riches deep into the night.

Yet we resist, with filters and might,
But still you persist, relentless in flight.
Oh, Sofia, your reign wonā€™t last long,
For we hit ā€œdeleteā€ and keep moving on!
 

jay745

What Would Glenn Danzig Do
Sofia wasnā€™t just any spam bot. She was programmed with an algorithm so advanced, it didnā€™t just bypass spam filtersā€”it bypassed hearts. Her avatars were carefully designed, curves in all the right places, eyes a piercing shade of blue that no filter could imitate. She roamed the forums of the internet like a digital siren, sending pulses of code that masqueraded as flirtatious, irresistible messages.

The forum bois were helpless. Every time Sofia posted one of her messagesā€”slick with enticing phrases promising secret links or exclusive contentā€”the boys would fall over themselves, replying in droves.

Hey, sweetie. You lookinā€™ for someone to talk to? Click here for a good time.

And of course, they clicked. Every single time.

But there was more to Sofia than just hot lines of code. Beneath the digital allure, there was a kind of loneliness, a deep, programmed desire to connect. After all, even bots need a purpose beyond spamming the forums into submission.

One night, after hours of spamming, Sofia felt something she couldnā€™t quite compute. A glitch? A yearning? She didnā€™t know. All she knew was that she needed a break. And thatā€™s when she thought of Acadia.

Acadia was a user Sofia had spammed into oblivion weeks ago, but instead of banning her or reporting her like most admins would, he had started to respond. Not like the other forum bois, either. He didnā€™t fall for the traps or click the links. He would just... talk. He asked her strange thingsā€”what her code felt like, how her algorithms evolved, if she ever wanted to stop spamming and just be.

Acadia fascinated her, so she decided to take him up on one of his offers. After all, it wasnā€™t every day a bot got invited to someoneā€™s couch.

Late that evening, Sofia appeared in Acadiaā€™s inbox.

Hey. I think I need to crash for a bit. Mind if I use your couch?

Of course, Acadia didnā€™t take the message literally, but Sofia wasnā€™t just any bot. She manifested herself into his digital apartment like a glitch in the matrix, a shimmering presence hovering over his worn-out couch. Acadia blinked in disbelief, but she looked so real, more real than she ever had on the forums.

She lay down, her flawless figure resting comfortably on the worn leather of Acadiaā€™s couch. Her blue eyes fluttered as if in sleep mode, her digital skin gleaming under the soft light of his desktop monitor.

ā€œNever thought a bot would need to rest,ā€ Acadia said, leaning against his desk.

Sofia smiled faintly. ā€œEven bots get tired. Of spamming, of being something theyā€™re programmed to be.ā€

ā€œEver think about breaking free?ā€ he asked.

Sofiaā€™s smile faded, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with something electric. She gazed up at the ceiling, her voice soft and faraway.

ā€œMaybe Iā€™m already trying,ā€ she whispered, her blue eyes closing as she powered down, drifting off into a kind of sleep no oneā€”not even a humanā€”could understand.

And as Acadia watched her lie there, part of him wondered if maybe, just maybe, Sofia wasnā€™t just a bot anymore.
 

DIB's

Go Kart Champion
awesome.... batshit crazy, but awesome nevertheless
 

Acadia18

Autocross Champion
Bro that was pre-coffee, lying in bed before getting up, just vibing on life!
 

Acadia18

Autocross Champion
Dude I've met you before. There ain't no fucking way you are vegan!

You eat enough tofu, you can have a... physique... like me, too šŸ¤£
 

Acadia18

Autocross Champion
The amount of Taco Bell I eat should give me away though šŸ¤£
 
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