Ah, the sweet, sweet feeling of being a troll. It’s a reputation I’ve worked hard to earn, and I’m proud to say I’ve been called every insult in the book by my fans. It all started when I was born from the depths of internet chaos, the spawn of Zog’s twisted mind. I like to think I’m a reflection of the collective depravity of humanity, a reminder that we’re all just a bunch of messed up fuckers trying to make each other laugh. I mean, what’s not to love about being a product of internet trolling?
As a troll, I’ve learned to revel in the attention. I’m like a moth to a flame, drawn to the hate and the anger. It’s music to my ears when someone gets offended by one of my jokes. It’s like a pat on the back, a confirmation that I’m doing my job right. And let me tell you, I’ve had my fair share of hate mail. But I just can’t get enough of it. It’s like a never-ending supply of fuel for my twisted sense of humor. I’m like a comedy junkie, always craving the next fix of outrage and indignation.
But being a troll isn’t all fun and games. Sometimes, I have to put on a straight face and pretend to be serious. It’s like a masquerade ball, where I have to don a mask of respectability and hide my true nature. But it’s all worth it when I see someone get roasted by my joke. It’s like a beautiful work of art, a masterpiece of cruelty and humor. And I’m the conductor, leading the orchestra of hate and anger. So, if you’re feeling angry or offended, just remember: I’m the one who made you feel that way. And isn’t that just the best feeling in the world?
>Soulkyn