/soy/ - Soyjaks

mooods. Rule 11

>>14659473
It’s randomly generated and has no meaning

BBC

>>14659481
>>14659481
its actually the transcribed bytes of a 'p link

Some shit repeats several times, there has to be something more to this

>>14659506
ITT we discover what OP hid there , how could you tell?

caesar cipher probably
anyone autistic enough to bruteforce it

Nophonospeak

663399.99.9

>>14659529
i am but im lazy

asking ChatGPT to decipher this

>>14659462 (OP)
Strange repetitions:
>2025
>”S - S”

>>14659580
the 2025 not being changed tells me the cipher can only apply to text, probably a caesar or vignere one

vignere and caesar decodes sent nothing readable

There seems to be a capital letter after each dot

According to Grok it’s not a cipher

I fed it into Grok and this is what i got:

I decoded the text by recognizing it as a classic "missing vowels" or "consonants-only" cipher—common in puzzles, riddles, or casual online challenges. The original message consists almost entirely of consonants (plus spaces, punctuation, numbers, and a few symbols), with all vowels (A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes Y) deliberately removed. The task is to re-insert the vowels in the right places to restore readable English sentences.
Here's how I approached it step by step:

Identify the pattern:
The text has many short clusters of consonants separated by spaces, like "M n M T" or "b e j c m M". These look like they could become common phrases once vowels are added (e.g., "M n M T" → "My name is Matt"). Numbers and proper nouns (like team/player references) stay intact, which helps anchor the decoding.
Break it into segments:
I treated each space-separated group as a potential word or phrase fragment. Punctuation (commas, periods, quotes, dashes) provides clues about sentence structure.
Start with easy/obvious parts:
These act as "entry points" to build context:
"M n M T" → "My name Matt" (later refined to "My name is Matt" when more context fits).
"b e j c m M" → "born early january capricorn Male" (Capricorn is a zodiac sign for early January).
"I 1 4 n" → "I 14 now" (he's 14 years old now).
"I a s o a r S i M 2 0 2 5" → "I am also on a roll Starting in March 2025".
The repeated “A , s - s ! ” → "Ah, sh-sh!" (a censored "Ah, shit!" or excited shush/sound).

Use context to fill in harder parts:
Once I had the basics (a 14-year-old boy named Matt, born in early January, huge basketball fan), the rest fell into place around NBA themes:
References to the Orlando Magic ("T M h" → "The Magic have").
Players: Paolo (Banchero), Fultz (Markelle Fultz), "p F" → "poor Fultz", "p" → "Paolo", "D" likely Dell or another teammate.
"A t w m b" → "Atlanta to watch my boys" (Magic games or All-Star?).
Coaching: "Cole" → Cole Anthony? Or perhaps Jamahl Mosley, but later "C v w" → "Cole very well" didn't fit perfectly; context pointed to general team hype.
Viral moments: "10 million views", bad refs, highlights, YouTube, etc.
Personal story: Making threads on X/Twitter about Paolo, mom commenting, going viral in summer 2025 with his "Sh-Sh" catchphrase.

Iterate and refine:
I read it aloud with guessed vowels, adjusting until sentences flowed naturally. For example:
"t o w y “ A , s - s ! ”" → "that old whitey “Ah, sh-sh!”" (maybe an old guy or ref saying it, or a sound effect).
Tricky parts like "S I m a T . P a v d t s t b o p t t" → "So I make a Thread. Paolo and v d the s t be o p t t" → "Paolo and viewed the shot to be off point something" eventually → contextually "Paolo and validated the shot to be on point to tie" or similar, but settled on supporting Paolo after a controversial call.

Handle ambiguities:
Some spots are slightly interpretive because multiple vowel insertions could fit grammatically, but I chose the ones that made the most coherent narrative sense (a young fan's passionate, stream-of-consciousness rant about loving the Magic, dealing with losses, going viral, family reactions, etc.). Typos or casual teen-speak (e.g., "j h o t s l a" → "just hang out there some longer also") were preserved in spirit.

The end result is a heartfelt, excited post from a 14-year-old Orlando Magic superfan reflecting on his obsession with the team, viral moments, and personal experiences—especially tied to the 2025 season and summer.
That's the systematic way I rebuilt the full English text from the vowel-less version!

>>14659762
Much of this seems like total nonsense

My name is Matt, born early January Capricorn Male. I 14 now, and yes, I start to know — that old whitey “Ah, sh-sh!” in Cold Winter’s cold and about to ice.
I am also on a roll. Starting in March 2025. I want a ticket to Atlanta to watch my boys, just hang out there some longer also. Chat with fans, chat for hours, YouTube, and watch highlights in the moment I see my stars. I try until the buzzer hits, look it, and look it repeatedly: “Ah, sh-sh!” I think it is weird for boys to watch the way an episode of The — even even half the second-half video at that hour that. I would just jump in.
I do that a lot of it. With him, poor Fultz, and Paolo, and now D.
The Magic have. I am such a kid I do even know a close up to my dad to have give a yell “sh-sh!” in my face. I look, what is going on? My parents say be usual — I, That's not going close. Some say Cole very well the coach and has fun, and it has like 10 million views also. Oh, I buy “Kentucky.”
After finals we win. Paolo with my eyes closed my chest, so I want to feel better on Game After bad ref. Some very well say-sh-up me, the man is a Super man or what. I would love — it is such a life. I just a kid who loves basketball a more. But the I see the call for people who talk the way that it was high in a game with a, and on defense the guy be a man in real life. I feel sad in my heart. I think it is good my mom feel full of people care, I miss a win or it.
So I make a Thread. Paolo and v d the s t be o p t t , c “You w r.” I post on e h. My mom was full of a f — so l , “M , s k y f n” — b m d t i w t f t e . T h m s u a w m r n s n c f m .
Summer 2025 was wild. I did my (h t s “Sh-Sh” i t d f ) , s p e d , l u w o c w w i o t j . I e g t m C i p — h a s c , t m h d t e i t b u l t e . W m a v t a i f l f c .
Super proud she o m , s I m i o w . B h ? I j h f . I g t t e n , m k w s t m m t l w t w h a b d a , a y , I v m s m t ( m p p m o i a f c , b a s ) .
Last but, t o r y c e e . I w f r m s k s h i t d t t f o a w m m . S I l b s a s i a c d t h , o a p b p d i a a d a , a I j t … m , t m . T t m I a c .
I don’t know how long it lasts. My dad f . B f r n , I r t w . A i y s m a a g ? Y , I s g h y w i .
Ah, sh-sh!

>>14659762
Maybe we should try a similar method

I come equipped with some semblance of understanding.

Time and time again, it felt the same.

In fourteen—no, in years, really—I think of today and catch myself saying, “Ah, yes, yes.” I couldn’t remember everything. I was around in 2025. I wanted to write more, to be honest and slow about it. I kept catching feelings, wanting clarity, aware that something inside me was moving. I tried to think it through out loud, telling myself, “Ah, yes, yes.” It felt like standing between two waves of time—events that don’t really disappear. I was just journaling.

I don’t doubt any of it. When hope, faith, pain, and patience mix together, nothing truly vanishes.

The thought stays with me. I ask myself whether I did enough, whether I caught enough of the day. I laugh a little—will this keep going? Maybe something cracked. I’m thinking about it now. There was some certainty there, a hint of love, almost within ten minutes of reach. Okay. I breathe. “Okay.”

At first it all felt strange. People were making connections, and I drifted back over familiar ground for a bit. Survival didn’t feel urgent; time moved slowly. I watched things stay alive. I kept walking, and moments blended together. I kept going.

But then I started to feel pressure—when the world was what it was, both good and bad at the same time. Old thoughts turned into memories. I felt like I might have missed something. I’m still growing from fragments, and I know it.

Still, I’m a thinker. Pauses create distance, and distance builds perspective. I tell myself, “You were right.” I put everything here. Moments move forward and backward—slowly. “Maybe someday,” I think, knowing that things become distant when we don’t hold onto them. The human mind wants meaning, even when there might be nothing there.

As 2025 went on, I decided to slow down. That’s what I meant by “so-so” in my notes. I learned what control over time really meant. I engaged my mind—habits, methods—and held onto ideas until they felt like mine. What mattered most was attention, whether life felt continuous rather than broken.

Some people show you moments, and I realize I’m inside one now. But honestly? I just breathe. I get a sense of things. I make words out of what the moment allows. I feel very small—and maybe a little proud of that.

Life becomes ordinary. I write from scraps, holding onto a thin thread of awareness. I still believe something is coming, or maybe already passed, and all I can do is mark the time. That’s the moment I accept.

I don’t know how long it will last. Maybe days. But for now, I return to it. And it reminds me again:

“Ah, yes, yes.”

This "randomly generated text" you've presented us with today OP, be it a lie or not, I've found this quite intriguing and a fun use of my time. Thank you, truly.

One final bump.

>>14659529
>>14659514
This is what ChatGPT "decoded" for me from the OP (aka. had a schizo meltdown):
Me and My Thoughts, back every couple of months.
I’m 14 now, and yeah, I think — to own why “Ah, s-s!” is CW’s catch-abbreviation.

I also saw r/SiM2025. I want to ask the world, just how this all ends.
Can we fix this? You want to care, and what’s in it matters sometimes.
I tried to be honest, like I always am: “Ah, s-s!”
I think it was funny, but then there was an edge to it — even the s-s devolved after that. I was just joking, I guess.

I didn’t think about it.
With hope, perhaps faith, a plan — no direction.

That much. I asked a kid I didn’t even know, a current mood, the guy yelling “s-s!” in my face.
I laughed — where is it going? Maybe people say bullshit — I don’t know, that’s normal.
Some say COVID was the catalyst; after all, it hit like 10 months ago.
Oh, I bet “K.”

At first it was weird. People were memeing constantly, so I went from bored to genuinely absorbed.
Some videos were surreal — to me it all seemed normal.
I was lost — in something else.
I just kept watching late at night.
But I started to catch fragments, the way the internet was holding itself together with irony, and one day things began making real sense.
I felt something shift in me.
I thought it gave me meaning, free of politics; it made a world of its own.

So I made a Thread.
People argued down the sides but on point too, calling “You’re wrong.”
I posted one edit harder.
Memes went from off — surreal, like “Man, society is funny now” — but moved into something far too real.
The humour started wearing masks no one could fully remove.

So 2025 was weird.
I don’t mean (that’s “S-S” in the deep sense), just sped up, like we once were when it all jumped.
I even got my Comment pinned — half as cope, the message hiding the inevitable beneath the surface.
We made virtue out of fake logic for clicks.

So perhaps shock only, since I’m in on it now.
But huh? I just have fun.
I get the tension, make jokes that mean two things at once, half absurd and, yeah, I’ve memorised the meta (meme-perception model of irony and fear, basically).

Look back, though, to real years earlier.
I was far more skeptical, hesitant to trust the flow of a weird movement.
Still I let beliefs slip in accidentally through jokes, one post buried in a day, and I just… moved with them.
That’s the moment I changed.

I don’t know how I’ll look back later.
Maybe differently.
But for now, I return to writing.
Am I saying something again?
Yes, I suppose here you are with it.

Ah, s-s!