Posted on 06/01/2007 9:22:44 AM PDT by Ben Mugged
The troll comes to the door of a new forum and sets down his bag of tricks. If he has a grudge against the people inside discussing and debating their passions with a certain degree of amicability, peacability and decorum, he does not show them. He has the cracked, stoic smile of Robin Goodfellow, a Puck with the simple desire to disrupt peace itself. He loves chaos; his bag is full of golden apples he can lob to set the masses squabbling. He has also many masks, smoke bombs, straw men, cloaks, puppets, matches, ethanol, knives, dust, sand, and magicks of the most arcane sort. He knows what he is about - causing trouble. Why? This is the trolls darkest mystery - if any one knew his secret, he would die. For all trolls, their motive power is this: without contraries, they cannot progress.
I composed this in my notebook a while back; it seemed an exciting way to portray the rapidly-shifting identities and nuisance/amusement factors of these all-too familiar faces in all my old Usenet haunts. I do not deny that a certain nostalgia colours this imagery: the truth is, I was once an Internet troll, back in the day when I was an angry, atheist teenager on an AOL account.
(Excerpt) Read more at drewspeak.com ...
:-)
Remember the good old days when trolls would plant tricky little hyperlink bombs like tubgirl and goatse?
Another entry for the list: He frequently encounters massive lightning bolts and ferocious kittens.
JUST KIDDING!!
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