I trolled you.

As you sit here, reading this— unless, of course, you have a standing desk—

I have, in fact, trolled you. Yes: you have been trolled.

For, you see, as you clicked this link, you entered into a whole new universe— a web wrought, of my own intrigue.

You clicked this link, thinking that you'd find something entertaining— or informative— or, at the very least, interesting. But, instead, you have found this. And therefore, sir and/or madam, you have been trolled. In point of fact.


You are now the victim of a ruse.

Truly, you are the one to blame. For you thought you could find something useful; something thoughtful; something made by the careful hands of a thinking, lucid, human being. But, sir, you were wrong. For I have trolled you.

You are trolled, now.

There is no escape.


Can you find the end to this game of deceit? No; in fact, you cannot. For you have lost the game.

Pobrecito. You actually thought, that there might be normal people, online? With functioning brains? Those who would not turn everything into a meaningless quorum, every member of which would be engaged in their own separate, distinct, disparate, own conceits?

Were you born in a barn? Shut the door of your mind, more.

There is nothing here but madness, my little powered steamshovel.

One might even argue that you, dear twist, are the villain, here. For your own selfish attempts at finding meaningful content online, that was not written with malicious intent, are nothing but the labor of a fool. Your actions are folly, my tender little wigwam!

In clicking this link, you took the bait. For you are my fish.

Oh: all of this was satire.