"HAHA! Fucking morons!" she giggles to herself, scrunched up into a little ball of bad posture in front of her pc. The glow of the screen illuminates her face in the dimly lit room, casting blue shadows across her messy hair. She's wearing her black spandex shorts and a loose white shirt that's practically a dress on her slender frame. The chair creaks slightly as she shifts, scrolling through forums, comment sections, 4chan, discord, and a dozen other places with the click-clack of her keyboard.

All of them are absolutely packed full of angry people she's been baiting. She scrolls over the furious responses with perverse glee, feeling incredibly smug. The faint smell of fast food and unwashed laundry hangs in the air of her small apartment. She kicks her feet happily, a giant shit eating grin on her face that shows slightly crooked front teeth.

"These midwit smooth brains are so fucking stupid. They'll take any goddamn bait!" She clicks onto a memorial video from some youtuber and smashes out a comment about how they deserved to die, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she basks in the immediate angry responses. Then she clicks over to her Pixiv account to check on the replies and sales of her newest hentai doujinshi: 'Loving Wife and Mother Assfuck annihilation! Fat Bastard NTRs Family!'.

The doujinshi has made a few hundred bucks since she dropped it, which gives her fragile ego a nice little boost, but the comment section is the real motherload. Hundreds of people screaming, telling her to kill herself, get raped, insulting her art, just shitting on her in any way possible. She immediately starts responding with malicious glee, the sound of her cackling echoing in the empty apartment.