Back in 2008, in the dark and decrepit halls of Nineless Manor, a man worked.
For years, his sweat and toil had brought him nothing but chaos and destruction, but this would change. This time would be different, for he had concocted a plan! A plan to create the Most Dangerous troll. As he began preparations, he drafted false identities and created elaborate backstories and personas, stoking the fires of his imagination with the flames of the dead. He was ready.
He began posting, and brought a razor sharp wit and scathing tongue to the forums of the Front Row Crew. For a time, it was good. The denizens of that land tolerated and eventually grew fond of this Sir. Nineless. Little did they know, he had them in his grasp. Once he had established himself, he began to slowly poke and prod at their hearts, testing out what turns of phrase would provoke them to humor, anger, and action. He began to place himself in front of them in the grand game of causality. He began to come before.
When he had grown tired of his playthings, as he then thought of the denizens of the forum, his gentle prodding gave way to sharp jabs and insults. These caused the denizens to exile him into the Internet wasteland, cast out of the ivory tower into scum and villainy.
For a time, it was good. The sleeper cells began awaking, one by one. Members of the forum who until then had seemed upright and genial citizens began to go mad, as they shed their masks of civility and revealed the troll within. Little did the forumites know, but holding the strings of each was a dark puppeteer, a madman cackling wildly from the haunted towers of Nineless Manor.
Back in 2008, in the dark and decrepit halls of Nineless Manor, a man worked.
For years, his sweat and toil had brought him nothing but chaos and destruction, but this would change. This time would be different, for he had concocted a plan! A plan to create the Most Dangerous troll. As he began preparations, he drafted false identities and created elaborate backstories and personas, stoking the fires of his imagination with the flames of the dead. He was ready.
He began posting, and brought a razor sharp wit and scathing tongue to the forums of the Front Row Crew. For a time, it was good. The denizens of that land tolerated and eventually grew fond of this Sir. Nineless. Little did they know, he had them in his grasp. Once he had established himself, he began to slowly poke and prod at their hearts, testing out what turns of phrase would provoke them to humor, anger, and action. He began to place himself in front of them in the grand game of causality. He began to come before.
When he had grown tired of his playthings, as he then thought of the denizens of the forum, his gentle prodding gave way to sharp jabs and insults. These caused the denizens to exile him into the Internet wasteland, cast out of the ivory tower into scum and villainy.
For a time, it was good. The sleeper cells began awaking, one by one. Members of the forum who until then had seemed upright and genial citizens began to go mad, as they shed their masks of civility and revealed the troll within. Little did the forumites know, but holding the strings of each was a dark puppeteer, a madman cackling wildly from the haunted towers of Nineless Manor.
tl;dr welcome back, Nine!
Your hypothesis/story is making this absolutely shitty situation incredible!
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It's Jen.
^Mr. Period Bait. Everyone get your proton packs ready.
Back in 2008, in the dark and decrepit halls of Nineless Manor, a man worked.
For years, his sweat and toil had brought him nothing but chaos and destruction, but this would change. This time would be different, for he had concocted a plan! A plan to create the Most Dangerous troll. As he began preparations, he drafted false identities and created elaborate backstories and personas, stoking the fires of his imagination with the flames of the dead. He was ready.
He began posting, and brought a razor sharp wit and scathing tongue to the forums of the Front Row Crew. For a time, it was good. The denizens of that land tolerated and eventually grew fond of this Sir. Nineless. Little did they know, he had them in his grasp. Once he had established himself, he began to slowly poke and prod at their hearts, testing out what turns of phrase would provoke them to humor, anger, and action. He began to place himself in front of them in the grand game of causality. He began to come before.
When he had grown tired of his playthings, as he then thought of the denizens of the forum, his gentle prodding gave way to sharp jabs and insults. These caused the denizens to exile him into the Internet wasteland, cast out of the ivory tower into scum and villainy.
For a time, it was good. The sleeper cells began awaking, one by one. Members of the forum who until then had seemed upright and genial citizens began to go mad, as they shed their masks of civility and revealed the troll within. Little did the forumites know, but holding the strings of each was a dark puppeteer, a madman cackling wildly from the haunted towers of Nineless Manor.
tl;dr welcome back, Nine!
YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID!!!