On Screen Deity (Sober Avatar)

The internet can be proud of many things. Support sites for people plagued by troubles, adverts for places of work, dietry and health tips, research, in a few more years it may even fix you a drink after a hard day. But such a vast horizon inevitably has its pests and it isn't only the dangerous ones who do harm.
In fact one of the most irritating is the fantasist. The millionaire playboy, special forces trained, with the wit of Shaw and dashing good looks who sits in Simpson's Y fronts in front of the computer to prove a sense of humour lurks within his caffiene addled brain. Proof for himself that is for to these pathetic specimens there is only self.
Every chat room has them: the one who saved the world, the one who penned a classic, the one who drinks the most, the legend in a string vest. They crawl over the forums like leeches, desperate to be the best and wallow in some tinted glory. Eager to show other users how to be a superhero while dribbling saliva and sticking the letters on the keyboard with God only knows what.
In the real world they are timid, subversive, skinny characters with certificates in woodwork and sick notes from the doctor but in front of a 12" glowing screen they become Something Else. A supreme being, ruler of all (including Tigger the house cat and the garden with rusting barbecue).
Success comes easy to a nice looking avatar and there is no need for study or training in their chosen profession. A creative imagination is all that is required, however a nasty, insolent tongue is a bonus.
There used to be men in pubs telling anyone gullible enough who'd listen they were 'in the SAS but can't say too much.' These heroes of teatime have descended on the internet en masse. Posting ridiculous ideas or claiming to have been part of some legendary event.
The human mind has created truly stunning works of art, and made some awesome discoveries but no matter how great we can be, these poseurs and shameful liars hiding behind a glossy avatar will always remind us that we will always bleed. They are proof of a glaring weakness in our make up.