Listen buddy and your little troglodyte brain. My opinions are clearly superior to your inferior and puny body. I am a heavenly being. I am here to relinquish you from your sin. I am Fortnite, I am god. For your feeble mind to not comprehend the vast superiority of the game Fornite, The sheer complexity is enough to knock a peasant off their feet. (Do you see who I'm talking about here?) You are nothing but a plebeian amongst gods.
"Listen up, sheep. I'm not a troll, I'm the real deal. I'm not some pathetic little loser who hides behind a keyboard and spews out meaningless insults. I'm a truth-teller, and every word that comes out of my mouth is pure, unadulterated genius. You're just too stupid to understand it, so you'll just keep on hating and complaining and trying to tear me down. But at the end of the day, I'm the one who's still standing, and you're just a footnote in the history books.
So don't even try to pretend like you're on my level. You're just a waste of space, and I'm the one who's going to change the world. You're just going to get left behind, still whining and complaining and trying to bring me down. But I'm the one who's going to rise to the top, and you're just going to get crushed by the weight of your own ignorance.
So go ahead and try to hate me all you want. It's not going to work. I'm the one who's going to win, and you're just going to get left in the dust. And when I do win, and I will win, you'll be the one who's left wondering what happened to your pathetic little life.
So don't even bother trying to respond to me. You're just going to get crushed again. I'm the one who's going to come out on top, and you're just going to get left in the dust."
