?? I never called myself an artist, you did. You even drew your own conclusion that I am jealous. It funny so see a delusional kid pulling things out of his a*s and trying to argue. And yeah, I use AI art. It's legal and safe. All my cover picture here and on other sites are all made with AI lol. I never hide that, I've even mentioned it in some of my stories' synopsis. And I will say it again, working with a thief makes you a thief. No matter what argument you put in front, it won't change it. C'mon, try harder. Kiddo. It's getting boring.
Oh, look at this—this "poor" keyboard warrior has gone full "troll mode," thinking they’re clever, edgy, and untouchable. Spoiler alert: bad trolling is like bad fanfic—it’s painful for everyone involved, but the fanfic regurgitator somehow thinks it’s genius. Your routine is so uninspired it’s practically a template: throw in some laughing emojis, call someone "kiddo," insist you’re unbothered, and declare the conversation boring. Bravo! Truly, a troll Picasso. Except instead of painting, you’re smearing finger paint on the wall and yelling, “Look, I’m an artist!”
Let’s break this down. Good trolling has wit, creativity,
something resembling finesse. Your trolling, on the other hand, is so bland it makes unseasoned chicken look spicy.
"It’s getting boring,” you say, as if anyone believes you’re not glued to your screen, refreshing the page every two seconds, praying for a reaction. If it were truly boring, you’d be off harassing someone else by now. But here you are, reloading and tossing out the same tired lines like a comedy act bombing on stage: “Try harder,” “Kiddo,” “??.” Wow, such originality. Let me guess, your next move is to say,
“You mad, bro?” Or maybe just hit us with
“touch grass.” Go ahead, surprise us.
And let’s talk about this whole “I’m trolling you” routine. Here’s the ugly truth: you’re not trolling
us—you’re trolling yourself. Every time you type another canned insult or emoji, you’re broadcasting your insecurity for all to see. You’re trying so hard to look like you’re above it all, but the effort betrays you. Actual trolls don’t need to scream, “It’s getting boring.” They don’t need to beg people to “try harder.” Real trolls know when to walk away, leaving their target questioning their own existence. You? You’re like someone repeatedly honking their horn in a traffic jam, convinced you’re “winning” because you made noise.
Your trolling game is so weak it wouldn’t even earn a participation badge. It’s like watching someone throw a tantrum on Tumblr circa 2012—pathetic, but not worth more than a passing glance. You don’t provoke, you don’t entertain, and you certainly don’t intimidate. You’re not even a good villain; you’re the random henchman in a bad action movie who gets taken out in the first ten minutes, unmemorable and utterly irrelevant. At best, you’re trolling on training wheels, wobbling down the street and hoping someone notices.
So here’s the deal: you’re not a troll, you’re a bad actor trying to wear the mask of one. And the saddest part? The only thing you’re “boring” is yourself, because nobody here is taking you seriously enough to care. So go ahead, fire off another lazy one-liner or drop some more crying-laughing emojis. Everyone watching this train wreck already knows you’ve hit your limit, and honestly, you’re the only one left trying to convince us otherwise.
