Trollhunters Quotes Novels & Stories

Her eye brow raised. ‘I have the clue to screw you and your dull-witted vlogs. I have my ways and means to get you out of the limelight. Just wait and see.’ ~Sweet pancakes. Although his/her ‘Sweet pancakes’ is his/her account name, well, the comment doesn’t sound kind of sweet. Maybe, it’s from her bashers or critics. It may sound like a death threat, however, Tiffie is used to that kind of person. She rather goes with the flow without wasting her time in such useless comment. Her mind only focused in the ones who gave her the positive vibe.

‘Ever heard of the saying, don’t give me more problems without possible solutions?’ Rex asked with a sigh, seeing the troll leading the chase come to a sudden halt next to the corpse of the one he had just killed. Grunting and roaring at the group when it seemed to recognise who had just died at his hand, whatever it said seemed to incite bloodlust, he could tell when the lead troll looked back at him, as did the rest of the group, the sheer rage in their eyes spoke volumes, ‘oh shit.’

I’m not a big fan of horror, but at least he’s talking to me. Me:What are your favorites, apart from Alien? Tim:Oh, The Exorcist, The Shining, Saw, that kind of thing. You? Eesh. Me:I enjoyed The Thing. Tim:Yeah that was okay. Me:You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me! Tim:LOL why? Argh… Me:No, it’s a quote from the movie. Tim:Oh right, LOL. Me:Sorry. I feel like an idiot now. Tim:No, it’s cool. You sound fun.

Taylor says, moving closer to him. “But if you didn't kill them-” Liv begins. “Please, don't finish that sentence if you are going to say, 'then who did?' That is the most overused cliché line ever and I would probably have to shoot you and put us both out of our misery.” Taylor sneers at Liv. “Like, geez, please try harder to fit the those lame victim sterotypes.” “Please, try harder to be a bitch!” Liv snaps at her. “Besides.. I'm the cliché? You are so many sterotypes rolled into one crazy ass package, I can't even begin to name them all. But I can try..”

But right now, he was in a panic. He had no time to explain. He was sweating bullets, so he just shoved his phone at Sam and asked, "Sam, what do we do about this?" Sam grabbed the phone and slowly scrolled through the comments. The more he read, the deeper he frowned. He said, "It's obvious that Ms. Stone has offended someone." Sam instantly came to a conclusion. Coldly, he added, "These are professional trolls." Most of the commenters had default profile pictures, and their feeds were mostly empty. They were definitely accounts from internet troll studios. They were all there to steer the narrative.

Fan 4: “Go, Shadow! We believe you’re innocent… someone is out to get you!” Fan 5: “Don’t stay silent, Shadow! Use your literary prowess to shut down those keyboard warriors! I know you’re being framed!” Netizen 1: “The brainless fans above are laughable. With all the hard evidence, they’re still living in a fantasy world! Did you use all your brainpower just for reading?” Netizen 2: “Registered a T*****r account and already trending? Shadow is impressive! Look at that face and figure… your backer must be quite the influential figure.”

With a cigarette in his mouth, he typed, 【MrBigbro: Another 50 meteor showers? Is that what Sister pretty girl wants too?】 pretty girl, though unwilling, forced a smile and replied, “Of course not, MrBigbro. Just having you come to my live stream makes me so happy! You’ve always been so generous, and you’ve already sent so much today—MrBigbro, you’re truly amazing!” The small management team and the other trolls on the stream quickly followed suit with comments like "MrBigbro is amazing!"

He grabbed another phone, logged in to one of his many anonymous accounts, and typed furiously. * "Don't be fooled! She's manipulative! She abandoned her husband!" * But minutes later, his comment was buried under thousands of replies. "Shut up, troll. I knew Cassie personally-she's nothing like that." "If you're going to lie, at least be creative." "Protect Cassie at all costs." "Who's this asshole/bitch looking for goddamn attention?" Raymond's face turned red with rage. He slammed his fist on the table.

The expression on Lucas' stunning face did not even change in the slightest as he slowly replied, "I’ve always hated people who threaten me throughout my entire life. Still, there seems to always be people who’ll do it anyway." Quack smiled coldly. “And what if I threaten you? What can you do about it?" Swoosh! Following the appearance of a horrifying white light, a gruesome bloody hole appeared on Quack's forehead. It would seem that hell has gained an additional spirit in their ranks as Quack parted from this world. "As I said, I hate it when others threaten me," said Lucas faintly. At that moment, only the people of the Tay family snapped out of the daze they were in.