You’re the king of the campus! At your high school you are a god: girls want to fuck you and, tbh, you’re so fucking hot the other boys want to fuck you too! Your dad does something in banking; you’re set for life. Nothing bad or sinister could possibly happen to you in any way in this story. You bully the weaker students because FUCK THEM, they’re weak. If they have a problem with it, they can take up with God, it’s His will after all. You like to pick on one spazz in particular; he always wears a trenchcoat and he never takes his earbuds out, not even in class. Everyone else leaves him alone because they’re afraid he’ll shoot up the prom but you do not let his weirdness go unpunished. You hate him because he’s an individual; he thinks for himself and that threatens you so you throttle him nearly daily. His free spirit is attractive to you so you beat him harder each time. Every day it’s the same: spazz rolls into class wearing earbuds, refuses to answer when you ask him what he’s listening to…what IS he listening to anyway?! You’ve asked him 3 days in a row now! You’ve got to find out. Next time you pummel him you rip out the earbuds. You pop the earbuds into your ears. You hear W3 Thr33 Tr0lls for the first and last time! Later that evening you hang yourself in your closet; the only way you’ll come out of the closet is dead. W3 thr33 Tr0lls, children: NOT EVEN ONCE!