By the nine divines! What did you just say about me, you little skeeverbutt? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the College of Winterhold, and I've been know to cast one hell of a fireball, and I have over 300 confirmed summons. I am trained in daedric warfare and I'm the swords master of the entire Imperial forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will make you beg to Akatosh as I bend you over like a common whelp, mark my words, on my oath as the Dovakin. You think you can come into my mind though this magic device and insult me? Think again,scum. As we speak I have every assassin and thief across all of Tamriel looking for your initial position so you better prepare for the storm atronach,you drauger. The storm atronach that wipes out the pathetic little husk you call your life. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my dragon shouts! Not only am I extensively trained in archery and horseback riding, but I have access to the entire congregation of the thieves guild, dark brotherhood, Mages college, and untold hordes of deadric warriors, and I will use every one of them to banish you to the plane of oblivion.. If only you could have had the clairvoyance to see what divine retribution your little "clever" runes were about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue you dark skin. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will become the embodiment of Mehrunes Dagon, and open a portal to oblivion the likes of which you have never seen. You're fucking dead, milk-drinker.

This will come in handy one day.

Trolling's a good job mate. It's challenging work. Always indoors. Guarantee you'll not go hungry. 'Cuz at the end of the day, as long as there's a bag of chips in the pantry, someone's gonna want to get fed.

Dad I'm a...I'm not a basement dweller Dad, I'm a troll! What'll the difference be? One's for fun and the other's anti-social!

Feelings? Look mate, you know who has alot of feelings? Kiddies who get their jimmies rustled on the internet! Trolls have standards:
Be confusing. Be efficient, and above all else, have a plan to troll everyone you meet.

I think that in general, the intelligence of the human race as a whole would improve if all the people in shows like 'Towie' and Jersey Shore were taken to Siberia. See Stalin, you were killing all the wrong people!
Actually, that would make a great show, everyone from there locked in a frozen Gulag mining rocks. Give it a few days without their phones, we'd lose most of them.
Oh, and it gets better. Those few who survive the first few weeks go through to the next stage of the competition, where, along with all these shitty 'musicians' (And I use that term lightly) they are dropped into the jungles of Vietnam, given an hour's start before live bears are dropped in behind them.
The final stage has the few, tired, emaciated, diseased survivors sent to the moon, where they will be chased by men with sledgehammers trying to smash their space helmets. The winner will be taken to a fancy awards ceremony, given all their old comforts, and as they go up to receive their prize, a trapdoor opens up leading to a pit of Alligators. That will be the first season. Season 2: Celebrities!

"Can you fight when up and down, left and right, front and back, and the direction you take damage from are all mixed up inside your head? No, you can't. Nobody can. The stronger you are the more used you are to combat, the more likely your body is to react only to what you see!!"

This will come in handy at a later date.

grunark will rape you I. Two days with the dildo of holy flames

Not on the normal thread