A/N: Well, originally this was something different, but I changed it to... this.

"Luke!" screeched my little brother Albert, racing through the door. "I broke my toy lightsaber!"

"That's what you get dueling Darth Vader with Chinese merchandise." I replied, pretending to do a Vader force-choke.

Albert made a mock-horrified look. "You racist! What's wrong with Chinese lightsabers?"

I sighed and face-palmed. "Great StarClan!" I muttered to myself.

"What's StarClan?" asked Albert curiously.

"One day, when Mom lets you read Warriors, you'll know." I replied. "Anyway, I'm not racist. Donald Trump is racist."

Albert held out the broken lightsaber. "Can you fix it?" he asked hopefully.

I inspected it for a moment and looked up. "You have a screw loose there." I said, pointing to his head. "Just tighten it and it'll be fine."

"Hey!" Albert yelled.

"Just kidding." I fiddled with the lightsaber and it snapped into place. "There."

"Thanks, Luke!" Albert beamed and raced out the door of my room.

I smiled, watching after my little brother. His affection made it a little harder to do what I did on FanFiction.

I was a comment troll.

Under the name fuq69, I trawled the depths of Warriors and FNaF fanfiction trolling people, posting comments about their bad character composition, weak plot, or poor spelling. Awful trollfics like Starkit's Prophecy (even though I couldn't locate that anymore) got full marks and all positive comments from fuq69.

It was a troll's life I lived.

Despite my trolliness online, when I closed out of FanFiction, I was an ordinary kid with a genuine passion for Warriors. Of course, were I ever to become a cat and join the warrior Clans, I'd troll the record by joining WindClan and becoming a medicine cat. Just to break the status quo. Then I'd try to give the Clans Twoleg technology, then troll everyone. As far as I knew, what everyone did on their human-turned-warrior stuff was just normal becomes a warrior, receives a totally predictable prophecy, stays a warrior even when offered to become a Twoleg again. That kind of thing.

Of course, it couldn't happen. My hacking and trolling skills weren't the skills needed to do that kind of thing. Duh.

A/N: I'm considering discontinuing this, so make sure to tell me whether that's a good idea. Don't just say 'discontinue it' if you're a troll like Luke/fu69. If you are, go ask for psychological help. You'll come out of it a lot better, trust me.