Nukeboxxx: Why? Do I remind you of your uncle? And when finally it came, he knew he had won. Wiping the perspiration from his brow to keep it from leaking into his eyes and blinding him, he stared intently at the screen, his chest fluttering with anticipation. He hadn’t bathed in two weeks and the small room in which he engaged in this duel smelled like sour cream and stale farts, a consequence of his limited diet of soda and Doritos. The sweat trickled coldly from his armpits down into the waistband of his pants. Satisfied, he sat back, uncomfortably aware of how badly he stank. That bitch’ll feed every worm on the East coast when she finally pops her clogs. Nukeboxxx: Makes her a whole lot thinner than ur absolute whale of a mom. Thus, with the smallest of smiles, he began to type: And like the soda, it was easy enough to void. But she had been a sociopathic drunk, and whenever Nuke thought of her, it was with the same bitterness in the pit of his stomach he got from too much caffeinated soda. Nuke’s mother had passed away three years previously.

To an ordinary kid, that one might have stung, particularly as it was not just some randomly composed shot in the dark, but the truth. Toadboy200: Least my mother isn’t wormfood. That was the point.īlindly, he reached to his right and yanked the lukewarm bottle of Mountain Dew from amid the clutter, took a long swig, belched, and returned his attention to the keyboard and the screen, where ToadBoy200 had just posted his response. For there to be any degree of satisfaction in this game, one depended on psychological reaction and the full awareness of the hurt his words were likely to cause, the emotional pain those words were intended to cause. Keyboard warriors believed no more in solipsism than they did empathy. He was trembling from the caffeine and the familiar electric thrum that jolted his stomach every time his barbs elicited a response from another troll. Nukeboxxx sat back from the keyboard and ran his hands through his long sweaty hair. Nukeboxxx: your mother knows that isn’t true, douche. Bet u spent ur childhood getting fiddled by ur uncle. ToadBoy200: Based on ur pitcher, u look lk a pedo.

3 informal an email or Internet posting designed to provoke a response.

Kealan patrick burke