Vivienne drew back, horrified. As obnoxious as most trolls were, they didn't deserve the cruel punishment dealt out by those petty dictators of/., the moderators. Of course, many of the little masochists came to enjoy severe moderation, but that was beside the point. She was alone in a parking lot with one of Malda's minions. Good thing the stilettos also came with extremely pointed toes.
"What do you want?"
"I want..." The moderator's voice trailed off. He took a heavy step towards Vivienne. She jumped back and aimed her M$ mace at the advancing figure. He took another step, and Vivienne pressed the spray button. The canister sputtered weakly. Vivienne silently cursed Bill Gates and all of his descendents, and threw the canister directly at the moderator's face. He stumbled and fell to the pavement, and Vivienne realized that something was wrong with this moderator. He wasn't hiding behind the usual shield of power.
"Are you hurt?" Vivienne couldn't leave him on the ground like that, even if he was a moderator. She helped him to his feet. He unsteadily made his way to lean on the car again.
"What happened to you?"
"I... I.." his voice failed him again. Against her better judgement, Vivienne unlocked the passenger door and half helped, half pushed him into the seat. He was barely conscious. She closed the door, and went around to her door. After one last moment of hesitation, she started the car and began to drive.
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Underpants troll is the top secret (up until now, anyway) /. identity of....
...Bill Gates' 137th clone!!!!!!
j00 5uX0r!!!!!!! H4 h4 h4 h4 h4 h4 h4 h4 h4!!!!!!
Vivienne drew back, horrified. As obnoxious as most trolls were, they didn't deserve the cruel punishment dealt out by those petty dictators of /., the moderators. Of course, many of the little masochists came to enjoy severe moderation, but that was beside the point. She was alone in a parking lot with one of Malda's minions. Good thing the stilettos also came with extremely pointed toes.
"What do you want?"
"I want..." The moderator's voice trailed off. He took a heavy step towards Vivienne. She jumped back and aimed her M$ mace at the advancing figure. He took another step, and Vivienne pressed the spray button. The canister sputtered weakly. Vivienne silently cursed Bill Gates and all of his descendents, and threw the canister directly at the moderator's face. He stumbled and fell to the pavement, and Vivienne realized that something was wrong with this moderator. He wasn't hiding behind the usual shield of power.
"Are you hurt?" Vivienne couldn't leave him on the ground like that, even if he was a moderator. She helped him to his feet. He unsteadily made his way to lean on the car again.
"What happened to you?"
"I... I.." his voice failed him again. Against her better judgement, Vivienne unlocked the passenger door and half helped, half pushed him into the seat. He was barely conscious. She closed the door, and went around to her door. After one last moment of hesitation, she started the car and began to drive.
Stay tuned for the next installation...
My sincerest apologies to Queen Vaseline. However, Princess Amygdala, Duchess Amygdala, and all similar non-Queen names just didn't sound right.
Pygat42 loves Ween!!!
Oh my God! Someone who's grown up is posting on /.! How did that happen?