One night, the Jok was scared, and therefore more cruel than at any time before. There was a trial to come soon, one of the mind, and they all knew it. The Jok violated and abused the Gek and Ner, until it seemed they could take it no longer. There were whispers of striking back with violence, with weapons, but this was not the Ner and Gek way. Only the most broken and hurt turned to it; they instead buried themselves in the task of sharpening their mind, bettering themselves.

...writing viruses, preparing a giant army...

A lone Ner woke early, to stare at the sun as it rose. The knowledge of the coming battle weighed heavily on his heart. In the cold winter's wind, tears slowly fell down his cheeks, but he barely noticed. He knew of two young boys in Colorado, who, tormented and tortured every day, saw no way but violence. Every single day they were torn apart by the Jok--but worse were the silent eyes who watched, seeing the two boys' bodies be broken, seeing their souls be burned, and did nothing. The Jok was cruel because the Jok was taught from childhood to hate what is different, but the silent eyes all knew what was happening was wrong. The silent eyes laughed with the Jok, terrified that, if they didn't, it would be their bodies broken and hearts scarred. These two boys lashed out, taking the blood of the people who had hurt them and the people who had stood around, doing nothing.

It was with this knowledge that the Ner, watching the sun rise, knew that what happened next could not be an act of blood and anger, but better than that. This Ner was called Blake, after the Creator who made them all. It was this man who would be the savior of the Ner and the Gek.

Blake stood, staring at the sun, until the knowledge came to him. He knew what needed to be done.

He prepared at his full force, but it was too late. The attack had begun. The first wave of viruses had been sent out. Joc was being sent into oblivion. People of the Ner tried to prevent further warfare. They created the antivirus. However, the doings of Gek were shrouded in mystery...

the Jok had the ability to quickly forget good deeds, and despite the help of the Ner, they continued to hate them.
The Gek created stronger viruses, and the Ner stronger antiviruses.

It seemed that surely nothing could be done, with one always fighting another, divided where they had once been united.

Blake looked down from the heavens, and saw such misery being brought out. He thought for ages, and figured out the only solution. He detested it, but it was their only choice.

He brought onto the World Trolls, who kept the Jok off Forums and IRC channels.

Neither Ner nor Gek understood. Ner accepted this, as it was done by Blake, but Gek... They turned their backs on the Father they once loved.

If Trolls are Ner and Gek, then I disown this mythology

They aren't, trolls are a whole new species.

If that's the case, then I'm pretty sure my roommate is a crossbreed between the three.

the Trolls were the guardians of the Kingdom of the Internet, and, though many were allowed to graze on it's fields, the metropoli were inhabited by the Ner and the Gek. This was the roll of the Trolls: to keep the greatest gathering places to the ones who deserved them.
((I realised a few days ago that one of my friends regularly posts on /b/))

The Sons of Ner and of Gek had lost any resemblance with their forefathers of the Elder Days, however, as they had been subject to the progress of the Mainstreaming. Very few faithful remained

Blake had chosen to gather those few faithful: this is why we are here now.

Um, please don't convert. This isn't a proselytizing, universalistic community. We like to stick to ourselves.

That's one thing I don't like about being bilingual. I can't phrase what I want to say in a way that would be understood as what I want to say.
ergo: please ignore my last post, then