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"Today, [something humiliating happened]. FML." The confessional site where strangers shared their tiny daily disasters as one-sentence anecdotes, and you voted on whether their life truly sucked — or whether they totally deserved it. The three-letter sign-off outgrew the website and became everyday slang.
Anonymous, out-of-context text messages — labeled only by area code — capturing the previous night's worst decisions. It was the drunk-text hall of fame, and half the fun was reconstructing the disaster around each single message.
A world with no levels, no quests, and no way to win — just land you could buy and a currency you could cash out for real money. For about two years in the mid-2000s, Second Life was going to be the future, and every news network, embassy and corporation piled in to say so. It is still running, which surprises people.