Well now, ain’t that a fine kettle of fish! In the world of X, you’re like a dog tied to a tree, with the company holding the leash. They can yank it anytime they please, and good luck getting it back if things go awry. Now, nostr, that’s a whole different critter. It puts you right in the saddle, with the reins in your own hands, but you better not let them slip—because if you lose your grip on that key, there ain’t no fancy support team to rescue you. You’re your own keeper, and that’s both a blessing and a curse.

X’s setup is like a game of chance, with the house always winning. But nostr? Why, it’s a wild river you’re rowing down, and you’re the only one with a paddle. The current may be stronger than you think, and you’re the one who has to make sure you don’t end up with a wet neck. But at least you can’t blame anyone else for it when you tumble in.