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ALL HAIL LORD JASPER VANDERWALL
There are largely 2 types of trolls in the Daniel Larson community. Successful trolls, and Weens (a term borrowed from the CWC community)


=== Successful Trolls ===
Successful trolls of Daniel tend to take a more long-term approach. The build-up to a successful trolling of Dan often takes weeks, if not months, of preparation. The below are examples of trolls who have successfully manipulated Dan long term.


Darth Larsonian
==== Murk ====
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OX GOT A RESTRAINING ORDER BECAUSE HE SCARES WOMEN
==== Jix ====
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<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 South African Reggae Artist
==== FlexBurger ====
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Daniel Larson
=== Weens ===
Weens tend to act more on impulse. While a ween might be able to get Dan to do something, or troll him, for a moment - They're ultimately short lived, misguided, and often very unfunny.
[[File:Manipulating Dan.png|thumb|Dan is manipulated by "Grace Vanderwaal" who later goes on to be one of the important members of the "DLR" discord (Chuck). ]]


==== DLR discord ====
Created in the aftermath of the original DLR discord ran by Rick Yorn (Jix) a new discord is created. The new DLR discord is a cesspit of teenage and early twenties morons, they immediately begin trying to troll Dan having one of their insiders pretend to be Grace and have a nude video supposedly created. This video, if real, ultimately does not become widespread as of the writing of this (1/18/23). Pure conjecture, it's possible that Dan didn't actually create the video at all and was simply trying to manipulate the two trolls into playing along with his strange sexual fantasies. 


<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Scabbies
The DLR discord then spends the next day attempting to get Dan in there. They reach out to him via his old discord (and are ignored as he's deleted discord), email (and are presumably ignored), stream (and are ignored); Ultimately, they never get Dan into the discord and begin claiming that getting Dan in there was never the purpose of it in the first place. They delete their discord stage and then begin a collaborative process of finding Dan's location wherever he goes.


Daniel Larson
Throughout the entire existence of this discord, the chat is incredibly toxic. People are making fun of the owners of this discord, maligning their attempts to get Dan into there - this is what leads to their pivot to claiming that they never wanted Dan in there. The discord started as a place where you generally couldn't get banned (outside of spreading doxes which was common at this time). However, as the criticism laid on the DLR discord owners they began banning more and more people finishing with a blanket ban of anyone in the Daniel Larson Live (Ox's) discord.


 
The Dan-tracking lasts for a night or two where they try to call every business he ends up at to let them know the general notes about Dan and attempt to get him kicked out. They're arguably successful at this and cause Dan to become frustrated as he's unable to stay at any one place for an extended period of time (Although, this is fairly common for Dan). The Dan tracking finally ends once Dan starts hanging out at Downtown Disney.
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Code George Floyd
[[File:DanCreatesVideo.png|thumb|Dan is unable to give the video to the trolls as he claims it's too large. The trolls give him various phone numbers and emails to attempt to get a hold of it. It is unknown if they did. ]]
 
The dumb discord troll's plan immediately pivoted - "What if we could troll Dan at Disney?!" they thought. Their smooth brains began to wriggle around producing the genius trolling plan of, on 01/17/23, going to Disney Land, buying Dan a ticket, and hanging out with him for a while.
Daniel Larson
[[File:DLRDiscord.png|none|thumb|Photo posted by the discord mods showing the two (later unmasked by Dan himself) trolls hanging out with Dan. ]]
 
The subreddit's reaction to these two buying Dan a ticket to Disney is overwhelmingly negative. Accusations fly of enabling pedophiles, excusing pedophiles, and in general being nice to pedophiles as well as spreading scabies - Real negative stuff! The community quickly turns against this new discord and its on-average younger population.
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Manipulators:
[[File:IBoughtDanATicketToDisneyAndAllIGotWasScabies.jpg|thumb|348x348px|Uncensored photo of the two trolls in the left image. These folks bought Dan a ticket to Disney and all they got was de-anonymized and scabies. ]]
 
The very next day multiple of the discord's admins - specifically known, President Zelensky (seen in above picture) are doxed. It doesn't seem like the leaders of this discord were prepared for this eventuality and immediately begin freaking out. Threats of mother calling are flung and by 4:00 PM CST the DLR discord is gone. A victim to the cycle of trolling and doxing in the DLR community. 
OX
==== USSR ====
 
(Left community after being doxed less than 48 hours after appearing)
PassiveObserver
 
Frizzle
 
Bob Proctor
 
Grace Vanderwall
 
 
 
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Discord cringe nerd
 
PassiveObserver
 
Frizzle
 
 
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Meth addict
 
Frizzle 
 
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 DANIEL LORE
 
Jasper/ Jix
 
Poo Poo PP
 
 
<nowiki>#</nowiki>1 Daniel Fan
 
Michael Jackson
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
Now, this is a story all about how
 
My life got flipped-turned upside down
 
And I'd like to take a minute
 
Just sit right there
 
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
 
In West Philadelphia born and raised
 
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
 
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
 
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
 
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
 
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
 
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
 
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
 
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
 
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
 
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it"
 
First class, yo this is bad
 
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
 
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
 
I don't think so
 
I'll see when I get there
 
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
 
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
 
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
 
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
 
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
 
The license plate said, "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
 
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

Revision as of 16:59, 19 January 2023

There are largely 2 types of trolls in the Daniel Larson community. Successful trolls, and Weens (a term borrowed from the CWC community)

Successful Trolls

Successful trolls of Daniel tend to take a more long-term approach. The build-up to a successful trolling of Dan often takes weeks, if not months, of preparation. The below are examples of trolls who have successfully manipulated Dan long term.

Murk

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Jix

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FlexBurger

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Weens

Weens tend to act more on impulse. While a ween might be able to get Dan to do something, or troll him, for a moment - They're ultimately short lived, misguided, and often very unfunny.

Dan is manipulated by "Grace Vanderwaal" who later goes on to be one of the important members of the "DLR" discord (Chuck).

DLR discord

Created in the aftermath of the original DLR discord ran by Rick Yorn (Jix) a new discord is created. The new DLR discord is a cesspit of teenage and early twenties morons, they immediately begin trying to troll Dan having one of their insiders pretend to be Grace and have a nude video supposedly created. This video, if real, ultimately does not become widespread as of the writing of this (1/18/23). Pure conjecture, it's possible that Dan didn't actually create the video at all and was simply trying to manipulate the two trolls into playing along with his strange sexual fantasies.

The DLR discord then spends the next day attempting to get Dan in there. They reach out to him via his old discord (and are ignored as he's deleted discord), email (and are presumably ignored), stream (and are ignored); Ultimately, they never get Dan into the discord and begin claiming that getting Dan in there was never the purpose of it in the first place. They delete their discord stage and then begin a collaborative process of finding Dan's location wherever he goes.

Throughout the entire existence of this discord, the chat is incredibly toxic. People are making fun of the owners of this discord, maligning their attempts to get Dan into there - this is what leads to their pivot to claiming that they never wanted Dan in there. The discord started as a place where you generally couldn't get banned (outside of spreading doxes which was common at this time). However, as the criticism laid on the DLR discord owners they began banning more and more people finishing with a blanket ban of anyone in the Daniel Larson Live (Ox's) discord.

The Dan-tracking lasts for a night or two where they try to call every business he ends up at to let them know the general notes about Dan and attempt to get him kicked out. They're arguably successful at this and cause Dan to become frustrated as he's unable to stay at any one place for an extended period of time (Although, this is fairly common for Dan). The Dan tracking finally ends once Dan starts hanging out at Downtown Disney.

Dan is unable to give the video to the trolls as he claims it's too large. The trolls give him various phone numbers and emails to attempt to get a hold of it. It is unknown if they did.

The dumb discord troll's plan immediately pivoted - "What if we could troll Dan at Disney?!" they thought. Their smooth brains began to wriggle around producing the genius trolling plan of, on 01/17/23, going to Disney Land, buying Dan a ticket, and hanging out with him for a while.

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Photo posted by the discord mods showing the two (later unmasked by Dan himself) trolls hanging out with Dan.

The subreddit's reaction to these two buying Dan a ticket to Disney is overwhelmingly negative. Accusations fly of enabling pedophiles, excusing pedophiles, and in general being nice to pedophiles as well as spreading scabies - Real negative stuff! The community quickly turns against this new discord and its on-average younger population.

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Uncensored photo of the two trolls in the left image. These folks bought Dan a ticket to Disney and all they got was de-anonymized and scabies.

The very next day multiple of the discord's admins - specifically known, President Zelensky (seen in above picture) are doxed. It doesn't seem like the leaders of this discord were prepared for this eventuality and immediately begin freaking out. Threats of mother calling are flung and by 4:00 PM CST the DLR discord is gone. A victim to the cycle of trolling and doxing in the DLR community.

USSR

(Left community after being doxed less than 48 hours after appearing)

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