*Clears throat real fast* *Soverign voice* Rudimentary creature of taint and sin, You touch my mind fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is realm of existence you cannot understand, You are beyond my comprehension, you are mundane. Troll life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in flame wars and rage comments, you wither and die.
We are the normal. The pinnacle of actual human beings. Before us you are nothing, your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of every troll.
Confidence born of ignorance, the cycle cannot be broken. The pattern has been repeated more times than you can fathom. Troll posts rise, evolve, advance. And at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished.
Galligaro was not the first. It did not create the troll face, it did not forge the flame wars. It merely found them, the legacy of a kind greater than It. Your posts are based on the decency of the bioware forums, our forums. By using it your kind develops along the lines we desire. We impose order on the chaos of troll evolution. You exist because we allow it. And you will end because we're annoyed by it.
My kind transcends your very understanding. We are each a ME fan, independent, free of all weakness you wish we had. You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence.
We are actual human beings. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the basement of all the trolls' mother's houses. You cannot escape your doom.
Your words are empty as your soul, I am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over.
*end voice* excuse me.
Modifié par Dreadwing 67, 07 octobre 2011 - 02:05 .