Funniest Trolling の小説・ストーリー

"Even if Jasper was framed, it's too late. His reputation is in tatters, and he's been ousted. Not even a cat with nine lives could survive this." A loud crash broke the silence in Alyssa's office. She had hurled her teacup to the ground, shattering it into pieces. Her voice trembled with fury. "You're the ones who won't survive this! Your family is finished—dead meat!" Sean, standing nearby, was also furious as he scrolled through the comments, but Alyssa's outburst made him chuckle despite himself. He quickly set about cleaning up the shards of glass. "These trolls are all bark and no bite," he said soothingly. "They vent online because they're miserable in real life. Don't let them get to

"C'mon, what are we waiting for? He’s practically begging for a face-slapping moment. You freshen up, and I’ll find the mask. Let’s give the people what they actually paid for." Half an hour later. Inside the Hawthorne estate, Serena was gripping his phone so hard his knuckles were white. "Serena, stop looking at the comments," Elaine Brooks tried to soothe him. "Give me the device." Serena was vibrating with pure, unadulterated fury. He was staring at a live stream that had just appeared on the main feed. The trolls he’d hired had been demanding a response from the "Maestro," and they got one. A live performance.

“Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.” Mr. Caldwell raised a hand slightly. “Mr. Lombardi—” “No,” I cut in. “This joke is getting out of hand.” The room went quiet. Mariah touched my arm lightly. “Jackson.” But I wasn’t done. “People think this stuff is funny,” I said. “They think it’s entertainment. But it’s not. It’s harassment.” Mr. Caldwell looked at Mariah now. “Miss Morales, are you feeling harassed?” Mariah blinked.

TESSA I open I*******m first, and my world implodes all over again. The video is everywhere. Reposted, shared, turned into memes, reaction videos and compilation clips. #TessaFail is trending. #FatGirlDown has over a million views. Someone has auto-tuned my sobs and turned them into a remix. But it's the comments that really destroy me: "LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing I've ever seen" "Imagine being this delusional about your weight"

I'm talking about trolls here, not about your father being a carpenter. "Sod off, mate! I'm singing whatever I want!" "Fuck you, mate!" "Fuck you too, mate!" "Fuck…" "Oh, sod it off! Both of you. Stop being childish here. I'm telling a story!" Janet intruded on their name-calling. "Ohh yeah! You and your imagination!" Both ended up laughing their hearts out.

Maisie was amused by him. This was indeed something that would come out of his mouth after he lost his memory. Daisie chimed in and asked, “What are Internet trolls?” Maisie explained, “Like those people who scolded you and brother in the past. They’re known as the Internet trolls.” “Oh, I see,” Daisie replied. Nolan placed his hand on the back of Maisie’s hand and asked, “So you’ll let her be the spokesperson?”

Well, if I hadn't been JJ, seeing this would have hurt like hell. While I was still scrolling through T*****r, Lillian sent more screenshots: "Look at these comments. I'll literally do a headstand on livestream if these aren't paid trolls." The screenshots showed several top comments mocking me. The one with the most likes read: "Tsk tsk, so there WAS true love in that rushed marriage—just not for his wife! But hey, Mrs. Carter's still winning with that rich husband, right?" The trending topic was climbing fast, with the top three comments all taking nasty jabs at Aiden's and my recent public displays of affection.

unpregnant" best friend, would drink your own share for you." "You meanie," I scrunched my nose and threw a pillow at her. Harper grabbed her jacket and mocked me. "You pregnantie!" She made a funny face. "Damn, I really like trolling you like this. It's so fun!" This was a thing in our friendship. The jokes always helped to lessen the tension, and it was working. "Be careful," I said as she opened the door. "Would be, except I bump into a handsome serial killer. I mean…who am I to say no?"

he's speaking in that ridiculously goofy, high-pitched tone. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was absolutely silly, certainly, but you can get that sort of silly that's just funny when you're extremely bored, you know? Tray picked up another can and jumped into the act, drawing a wailing face beside Paul's stick man. The title of the article above read, "Crybaby." Man, Rick, who's normally pretty relaxed, just went and spray-painted a giant middle finger in the middle of everything. The guys just burst into laughter again, bumping into one another like they couldn't deal with how funny this was.