The posts about horny shit, please just make it stop. Enough already, you’ve all been repeating yourselves for 20+ days now. Go out and try to get people rather than whittling your life away on tumblr.
Alucard, a vampire who’s lived for hundreds of years. Now employed by the Hellsing family to help them protect England from the supernatural. Alucard is a bad ass mother fucker with over a million lives stored up, he is a practical castle of rape.
Dante, Dante is the half-daemon son of the daemon world’s greatest and most righteous swordsman. Dante is the living embodiment of bad ass. Dante, much like Alucard, seems damn near invincible, not once in the Anime does he come even close to dying, meerly he just “napps” with a sword through his heart, while crucified.
So the question is, who’s better, Dante, the half daemon rape machine, or Alucard the immortal prince of darkness?
Well, in my own personal opinion in a fight between them I would have to say that Alucard would beat Dante’s ass to hell and back. Dante wouldn’t go down quietly though, with a sword that rivals that of even the Paladin Alexander Anderson, Alcuard’s arch rival, he might do some wicked damage to Alucard before Alucard shuts him up permanently. Remember, Dante for the most part has to rely on human weapons and powers. Both of them can regenerate and heal themselves. Alucard though has a practically infinite number of lives, where as Dante, if he were to be killed one time would die, and stay dead. Unlike Alucard, Dante can excel in close combat against most things, Alucard is adept at close combat, because of his shape shifting abilities, and his ability to summon his familiars, but Dante has a gigantic mother fucking sword of rape.
Hello friends, can you imagine something for me? Imagine if you will a man, hunched over in a chair at a computer. He types frantically on his keyboard, angrily replying to a rather idiotic post on a forum. His typing is in all caps, symbolizing very loud and aggressive speech. His reply comment is filled with many exclamation points and question marks. He does not stop to breathe, he continues typing, typing his hate filled comment. That man sitting hunched over in the chair at the computer, is me. He is what we in the industry call a Troll.
I am a Troll. A Troll is defined as someone who goes on forums, chat rooms, blogs and other social networking medias to intentionally anger, annoy or otherwise infuriate the people participating in said social networking medias. My computer is my blade, the keyboard is the hilt, and the mouse is the guard that protects my hand from the blades of the other trolls. I am an unstoppable force of anger and mischief on the internet. I am an omen of death and doom, I signal the oncoming surge of angry reply posts. The only way to win is not to play the game. By simply replying you set me off, like an atom bomb of angry and evil comments. I am a Troll.
I am the defender between the stupidity of the internet and the hidden treasures that remain untouched by the dumb masses of Justin Bieber loving fan-girls who can barely spell to save their lives. I am the sword of righteousness and justice online, I am the shield of all that is holy and sacred in the realm of the internet. I dare anyone stupid enough to reply to my carefully worded, and often offensive posts, designed to weed out the morons who can’t tell their mouse from their keyboard, to come at me bro. I troll the trolls, I combat the morons, I tackle the intellectuals, I destroy the anime loving fan-girls, I end the fools and the jokers.
A troll is not a living entity, no! A troll is merely a concept developed by countless years of internet spamming and abuse by the scum of the internet. As a member of Anonymous, or “Anon” as many call it, I am sworn to fend off the stupid and obnoxious people in the world. I may occasionally be obnoxious and annoying myself, but these moments are rare, and usually achieve my goal. I use phrases like “u mad bro?” and “problem osifer?” when dealing with those who I deem repugnant. My words are my ammunition and my internet connection is my gun. Should my connection fail, or I am banned, no worries! I have a mobile device with unlimited internet connection! I can continue the fight from wherever, whenever, however I so please.
Rather than conclude this essay in a normal way, I would like to pose a question to the reader, or rather two questions. The first of these two questions is, what is 2+2? If you answered 4, or any tangible real or non real answer, you are wrong, the correct answer is fish. Finally my last question, which should sum up the theme of this essay is “you mad bro?” I am a troll.