My name is Austin Winters, but I'd like to be known as Trollman, why you ask?
Well I'll tell you why.
It's because I'm the biggest troll there is! I get people mad for one simple reason! Entertainment! And I have no morals whatsoever, guy online says he's going to kill himself because of my words? Then I'll just push him further!
Watch as I troll well known superheroes like Ironman and Spiderman and even troll villains like Doctor Doom and Thanos!
With my self-made system of course.
Self-made you ask? What is a system you ask?
Well, to start, I'll tell you my backstory. It all began in my past life.
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I was a sort of nerd in school, I've always loved marvel and was drawn to the comics and movies.
Because of that, I was bullied almost every day, whether verbally, physically, whatever, I was just bullied for being a nerd.
That's why I hated school, it was a breeding ground for resentment, teachers will look the other way when a child is nearly bullied into suicide, and give a simple "Stop that." When bullies are beating another up. It's a twisted system.
Home is where I felt at peace. No violence, no work, no loneliness. I had a loving family, a father who adored his children and a mother who stayed at home and cooked the best dishes.
I also had two older brothers who both played sports. You think I could've talked to them about my school situation, right? But I was dumb then, I thought it would be too embarrassing.
So I stayed in my room, on my computer. I loved going on social media and chatrooms, and just trolling people. I would first put out bait, like an obvious "The earth is flat" Or hate on a piece of fiction like marvel, even though I loved it.
I would then proceed to purposefully be ignorant and try my hardest to make the other mad, which always worked. I would laugh my ass off to their threats and full-caps paragraphs, knowing I just ruined their day.
A perfect life, aside from all the bullying right?
But that same bullying at school caused me to kill myself.
I couldn't handle it anymore. I couldn't even sit alone without one of those lowly rats who get off at bullying people coming up to me and harassing me. The English teacher was in on it for sure, as well, they were definitely gangbanging her with how close they were to her.
Anyways I had to go out a glorious death, so I waited for the right moment on the road.
And then there you go, a truck came speeding by.
Now normally the trope is that the truck hits the person themselves, but not me.
I valiantly ran right in its path, the truck going 200km, and boom, I got blasted.
My guts probably painted the road red, I don't know, I was already dead by then so I wouldn't know, hahaha.
Anyways, before I knew it, I woke up sitting in an office. And you know what the first thing I saw on the laptop screen was? An online chatroom open, and a guy currently in there was typing many threats, so my first instinct was to keep trolling them.
And troll I did, I kept trolling them for hours. Until I got this specific message.
"I'm going to kill myself! All because of you"
At that moment I felt... Fear? Stress? Panic?
No.
I felt horny.
I got an erection.
This one message got me off, I started fapping while typing.
"Yeah, you know what? You SHOULD kill yourself, because no one loves you."
"How dare you! Sniff, I might actually kill myself now! I'll have a gun to my head and I'll pull the trigger."
"How about you show me some proof"
I grin, laughing, while increasing the speed of my pumping.
(Videocall Incoming.)
(Accept)
A panel opens up where a young boy no older than 18 is shown with tears streaking down his face, with a gun pressed against his head.
He speaks, his face shocked at the sight of me fapping to this.
"I-I'm gonna do it! I'll scar you for life!"
"Hehe, come on, do it." I press the record button.
BANG
SPLURT
His head drops low, like a rose blooming.
While my seed flies all across my laptop screen.
I hit the record button again to save, then stand up, laughing.
AHAHAHAHA, what a good troll. Where even am I, have I been reincarnated?
I look outside the glass panel to the skyscraper where I am currently working.
Hmm, New York huh?
My eyes flicker to a billboard with spiderman on it.
Spiderman? Is a new movie coming out...
Or...
Have I been reincarnated to Marvel!
I pull my pants up, already getting excited.
Yes, yes, yes, I mean yes. How long have I loved marvel for? Huh? Since I was a child! Since I was 5! This is like a dream come true, really, I can meet all of my favourite heroes, Spiderman, Ironman, the Hulk, captain america.
Or...
I can troll them! Yes, my speciality... And it seems this person I've been reincarnated to gets off trolling people, wow, even I haven't reached that level in my previous life.
I walk to the computer and check my details.
Name: Trollman
Currently employed to: The troll guy.
His message for you: keep going son!
Huh... strange. Seems like I literally get paid for trolling people online... You know what, screw my past life, this is something I can get used to huhuhuhu.
I look into the mirror at the corner of my cubicle, I am what appears to be 5'7, weighing 130KG, I wear a big trench coat, my face attractiveness is I'd say a 5/10, I'm really fat. I wear a striped black fedora, and have an annoying smirk on my face all the time.
I'm built like a troll too!
I sit my fat ass down on the chair, seeking my next victims to troll.
Hmmm, wait a moment, I have an idea.
I go to Twitter.
I upload the video of the boy shooting himself, captioning: "Just trolled another victim today!"
Posted, this is bound to get a lot of people mad, and start up my status as a villain.
The Great Trollman.