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>>18300451
The Baitman

I pierced it bloated on my hook, cast it over the marram-mantled boards. Then like a good baitman I stood and patiently waited, wafts of auto update in my hair, the tick in the box. After a minute, a trembling in the grass as of some rapidly advancing army. The game had begun.

Their replies terrified me as they gathered on a piney rise. I fought to keep the lure in my grasp—and from theirs. And though they stumbled, and they fell, put up the good fight, the thing wriggled hideously upon the white sand, slipperier than the slipperiest eel.

So, up on the grey dunes and down to the yellows, then further onward to the foredunes I led them, reeling, always reeling. They fell in slacks and tripped on the Anime-Manga tufts, the mass of them roiling like a Nyan Cat. Their starving eyes and mouths desiring of what they’d seen, they’d reply until they couldn’t. If they found my address, they’d send Domino's until their McBitcoins got seized by China.

But I never let them find me, not once, never.

Before the sea the writing general dunes, after the writing general dunes, a post what's on your mind. That was where I stood, on the lip above, coil tightening. In a moment, if I wasn’t careful, they’d be on top of me. But I’d experience this time.

Calmly I walked down to the beach’s level sands. As my catch gathered behind me, ravenous and vital, I threw rod and line and lure to the sea. Then I unfolded my chair, sat in it, amused by their idiot efforts. They couldn’t scramble fast enough. A group of them cried to it, called it their baby and their beloved, but those voices quickly died.

I might’ve taken them to a sea cliff, but I preferred to watch them drown.

4chan Trollz are excellent bait for (you)s.