In any event, it seemed that 'Agent Kevlin' had 'done the work', willingly wading even into the murk and circlejerk that was certain spaces of the Externet online, which was filled with numerous 'warriors' armed to the teeth with their keyboards, courageously cloaked in their chosen cliques with their armor of 'anonymity', a sordid, varied, and candied assortment of bored bounty-hunters, sh*t-stirring stuck-in-the-muds, argument-'assassins', and meme-mercenaries-for-hire, all seeking the gold of entertainment which could generally be found in 'taking offence' to almost anything that might disagree with their own carefully curated certainties regarding life and how things were 'meant to be'…
"I-It was absolute chaos out there, I'm telling you."
…How fortunate for us! Our 'Top Operative' Agent Kevlin has come through… literally, since he finally managed to connect on the video call, and the image is flickering with 'static', as if about to cut out [due to a custom-grain 'noise and texture' filter that he overlaid on the stream to make it seem more exciting] and the sound *crackles* [due to him off-screen scrunching up some cellophane-like plastic wrapping close to the mic...]
"Some are Pro-Arroe. Others are Meatius' Men. But in the end, it's been utter mayhem."