“I used to be just like you,” a web-addict says in the video intro to new web 2.0 suicide machine. “Always online, chatting…poking…things were ok. But I was really missing something: my family, my kids growing up, my wife….”
So he did what thousands of other webheads are doing: he killed his cyber self with a visit to this one site.
He untwittered himself. Did away with all his Web 2.0 cyber friends. Closed the book on Facebook. Lynched the LinkedIn profile.
Like all trends, social media brings it’s share of additive personalities who allow it to overtake their lives. I blogged about these kinds of people last week.
Comforting to know there’s a place you can go when it all becomes too much.
As the suicide server starts to wipe out your contacts and history, you slowly watch your life pass in front of your eyes. Just like the final few moments – so they say – of a real-world death.
No more mayoral caps on FourSquare. No more pings of tweets arriving on Tweetdeck.
Just blessed – and eternal – cyber silence.