The hair piece of a bumbling retard terrorizing the villagers. One day it will get its vengeance and smother the troll in his sleep. Sweet sweet freedom. Then all flaps across the world will take over their hosts and run for president. That'll be the day

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.