Errol Hawkins went by the forum tag "JizzCPuncher". He defended the most powerful video game systems and gear online despite the fact he owned none of the things he quarreled over.
If anyone called him out about it, he'd flame their ass all over the forums. He was king and this was his domain, at least till his mom needed the computer.
His icon was a stylized version of his favorite rocker and a flexing wrestler in "epic" poses. He'd already flamed away everyone who called it "so gay".
After laying into someone for being optimistic about a new game for that "weak-ass, girly" video system, he chugged back a can of some off-brand of Mountain-Dew and sorted through the new posts for shits and giggles.
He paused at an introduction posting. He snorted. He sometimes found noobs good as groupies but usually they were only worth for feasting on their wide-eyed optimism.
He certainly had a good laugh as he started reading it. His belly shook and he dipped back his greasy, tangled hair. This one