Arcanasealed(IC)

**uncannyUroboros** · 12-09-2011, 10:31 PM

Be the Tower.

After a long moment of waiting, you finally are able to become THE TOWER. This is a complete exciting surprise for everyone.

You are currently VERY BUSY. There's not time to talk- not yet, you are quite sure of it. You are not able to be given a name, nor to be checked out properly at the time being. How enigmatic! You will simply have to contact someone for the time being... But you don't know anybody that's alive, really! OR at least, in this universe anymore. Wow, things are working out terribly for you, aren't they? You decide instead to...

Look about.

And as quickly as you start, you find an enigmatic computer in a strange space-looking installation of sorts. It seems to have crushed the HOUSE which used to stand nearby, almost like a METEOR on impact or something. It's terrible! You step inside regardless, and amongst a bunch of COMPUTER JUNK and SPECIAL MONITORS, you find a strange shell-like HUSKTOP. After a moment, you're online with it. It seems that PESTERCHUM or some PESTERCHUM VARIANT has been downloaded and logged on with the moniker hadesMouthpiece logged in. You quickly adopt it as your own and decide to pester... Whoever that is at the top of the list.

[02:07] -- hadesMouthpiece [HM] began pestering doubleGunslinger [DG] at 02:07 --

[02:13] -- hadesMouthpiece [HM] ceased pestering doubleGunslinger [DG] at 02:13 --

And, now, because of a paradox, you set out to replace a theologically impossible game system with one you were practically made to guide.

Wouldn't that be funny?

[Hopefully we'll get back to you later, Mal.]

**Palmu** · 12-19-2011, 10:06 AM

====> Be the now-calmer Death

Yeah, you're the death alright. The death of the next person to bother you that is. You've just finished talking to all the members in your team, and honestly, you haven't felt quite this annoyed since...Well, maybe since that one time that drunken greenblood wandered into your lawnring and vomited on one of the Sentryquins.

It took almost a week to get the joints working properly again. And most likely at least twice that time for the greenblood to get his joints work at all.

But that's beside the point! The point is that you're pissed off. Really, really pissed off. Maybe making a puppet replicate of Flynnt and then setting it on fire would you make you feel better...

Or...

-- puppetLusus [PL] began trolling thetealSpy [TS]--

*PICTURE GOES HERE WHEN IT'S READY*

Finally, a glimmer of hope in the middle of this darkness of idiocy. That right there was Tiarna, one of the few people that you actually seem to get along with. You've known each other for quite a long time, now that you think of it. She's been with you through some of the shittier moments of your life, and despite being the sneakiest, most conniving thing you know, is one of the three things that manage to keep you calm. Some would even say that...

Nah, that's a silly thought. Nevermind it.

You notice that Saskes fell asleep quite a while ago. You decide to do the same, right after dunking her into her own recuperacoon.

**LandOfFantrolls** · 12-20-2011, 08:08 PM

===> Suddenly be the ~Star~

There are so many stars out there, it's impossible to tell which one this command prompt is referring too!

===> Be the teal-blooded bitch with a seven fetish

You are now the teal-blooded bitch, Tiarna Chebit, Seven Sweeps old, who totally doesn't have a seven fetish. Nope. No fetishes here.

You are quite the gamer, enjoying every game ever. Your favorite is TF2, or Troll Fortress Two, as it is properly called. You're a spysassin to the core, taking after TF2's most notable troll, the stealthy Spysassin. You even ordered their special strifespecibus package, the Spysassin Strife Specibus Collection, which includes RevolverKind, and BeautifulWingedInsectKnifeKind, or ButterflyKnifeKind in it's shortened name.

Being a tealblood, you support the hemospectrum a bit, treating those under you horribly, and those above you with a fair amount of respect. The only exception is Siskus. She's pretty cool, so it's all good. Since you're fairly rich, you own a small castle, where you game with the compant of Degudad. Emphasis on small. You wish you could have a bigger one, but you'd never know what to do with it all.

Your trusty fetch modus is Quote Modus. You've rigged it so that it'll only use quotes from TF2. It's convenient for you, and doesn't slow you down much, so it's perfect.

Introduction aside, you decide to go rip up some no- Oh wait. Looks like Siskus is trolling you.

**This conversation has already been posted!

Poor Siskus. Well at least she's got you on her team now! Things can only get better. Maybe you'll mull over what the game could be about as you shred some trolls in TF2. Can't hurt after al- Oh God damnit. Looks like someone is trolling you again. Who could it be this time?

**Log and Continuation coming soon, as well as art(?)

**awesomeIncarnate** · 12-21-2011, 01:28 AM

>Be the Devil himself!

Harsh.. You have resisted the TEMPTATIONS. You do not deserve such HATEFUL words- well, unless it is from a FATED ENEMY, of which you lack. In fact, you lack ALL of your quadrants. You are infected with the disease of friendship, but unfortunately do not SHARE this disease with any others.

Such are the woes of The DEVIL.

>Devil: Introduce yourself.

You prefer to not be called that anymore. As such, you decide to share your name.

You are now KASMIR DJAVOL.

And you are currently in the ALTERNIAN DESERT. Fortunately enough, it is night, and as such, there is a severe lack of ZOMBIES. You use the small amount of debris and vegetation to your advantage, hiding amidst the open night. On occasion, a Desert Raider passes by, but you see no food with them, so there really isn't any sort of reason to fight them. However, on this particular night, you have found a Hive- a particular Saloon.

You quickly hurry to it, remaining hidden- you peek into the windows, noticing that there is a fellow TROLL inside.

>Devil: Cull the troll, feed on his flesh!

You may be INFECTED with the TEMPTATIONS, but even YOU do not care for Troll flesh, and refuse to indulge in cannibalistic tendencies- plus, you're trying not to CULL NOW, remember?

In any case, you have no qualms against stealing a FEW MORSELS, so you decidedly wait for this particular troll to leave his HIVE.

===>

Still there.

===> ===>

Nope, he's still there.

===> ===> ===> ===> ===>

Alright, this is taking too long, and the whole leaving thing just ISNT HAPENING...

You proceed to sneak in through a window, stumbling into what looks like some sort of.. kitchen area!

>Devil: Reap spoils.

You have found the MOTHERLOAD, the MECCA of CANS, in this unfortunate troll's cupboards.

CANS, CANS EVERYWHERE. You start building your MASTERPIECE, the LEANING TOWER OF CAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnns oh shit the cans fell, making a rather loud noise.

You scurry behind a nearby cupboard, hearing the troll living in this hive approaching.

>Devil: STRIFE!

As the troll comes into the room, you stifle your breath, quickly pulling your bow from out of your Sylladex- however, you hope to resist the TEMPTATIONS and not have this end in any sort of bloodshed...

>Devil: Log on.

You turn your Husktop on, as Flynnt leaves the room- pondering upon the conversation, the first you've had in sweeps. You can't recall if you were as awkward then as you are now, but it didn't feel too bad to talk to another troll. In fact... maybe you would like to talk to more trolls. That'd be cool...

So, you decide to make a Trollian account. Picking out a name takes a little while, as well as adjusting the color to match your own blood color. Then, to create a quirk... in a fit of whimsical silliness completely tangential to your nature, you add a little devil's tail, and replace a few letters. Looks cool enough to you! Once that's finished, you remain logged on, looking up this... Troll Clint Eastwood guy.

You spend the next few hours watching his movies.

This guy is un-fucking-believable- oh wow, it looks like someone started trolling you already. This shall be.. interesting!

-- pimeTaradox [PT] began trolling calcifiedAbstraction [CA] --

-- calcifiedAbstraction [CA] gave up trolling pimeTaradox [PT] --

>Devil: Ponder your first conversation over Trollian!

You admittedly really liked the beeping noises Trollian made when you got a message. This is a pretty cool program! Either way, you felt you were too stiff when talking to this Tursun troll. You sit, legs crossed, pondering how to go about your next conversation...

Maybe you should try how salestrolls do it! If they do those things so often, something about it has to draw their attention. Except now, you will be selling friendship, ~casually~!

Immediately before starting this conversation, you have a feeling that this will end up hurting you, but of course, you have to continue! There IS a plot to be advanced, you know!

-- calcifiedAbstraction [CA] began trolling hinderingHijinks [HH] --

-- calcifiedAbstraction [CA] gave up trolling hinderingHijinks [HH] --

This conversation went well! Maybe you will try this again in your next conversation.

Meaning, it's time to pester someone that'll hate you! But of course, that's for another time. You feel that you've been thoroughly introduced, so you'll give someone else a chance!

**Fusilier** · 12-21-2011, 07:41 AM

>Be The M-
STOP. RIGHT. FUCKING. THERE.

YES, YOU. THE FUCKTARD BEHIND THE COMPUTER SCREEN.

YOU HEARD ME.

STOP WITH THIS GOD DAMN RUNNING GAG. TWENTY TIMES IS FUCKING ENOUGH AS IT IS. YOU DO NOT NEED TO MAKE IT TWENTY ONE. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! OBVIOUSLY I DID NOT MAKE MYSELF CLEAR ENOUGH, SINCE YOU WEREN'T ABLE TO PREDICT THIS HAPPENNING. YOU WERE DOING PERFECTLY FINE IN THE BIO WITH YOUR STRAIGHT DESCRIPTIONS, BUT I REFUSE TO ALLOW MYSELF TO BE THE VICTIM OF TRICKERY AND FAKEY MAGIC BASED PUNS. IT IS NOT SOMETHING I WILL CONDONE. YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCK WITH ANTIPO LEMNIS. THOSE WHO ATTEMPT TO ARE OBVIOUSLY FORGETTING THE THREE PRINCIPLES WHICH NEED TO BE BROUGHT TO MIND WHEN DEALING ANTIPO LEMNIS

Principle 1: Anything alive can be killed by Antipo Lemnis
Principle 2: Anything dead can be put in a state which is more dead by Antipo Lemnis
Principle 3: NOBODY FUCKS WITH ANTIPO LEMNIS

Oh, and for all you arseholes who weren't aware of these previously, FUCKING MEMORIZE THEM. There will be a test later.

Now, you have a fucking post to get through. It will be starring the troll who is obviously the greatest troll in Alternia; Antipo Lemnis. Get back to doing it in a proper manner, you fuck with, or I will break through the fourth wall and use your head as what you call a soccer ball. Whether or not I fucking remove it first remains to be seen.

RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.

>: ...

And g∞d sir. Please put your god damn commands in bl∞, underline them and put them at the proper size. Have some fucking professionalism.

>Be Antipo Lemnis

You are now ANTIPO LEMNIS WE JUST ESTABLISHED THAT, YOU IMBECILE and that took far too long and was far too silly. You should definitely have let the NARRATOR go with the running gag as it would've taken so much less time. And no, this is not a strange occurrence. You often argue with the NARRATOR, who is completely awesome and always wins the arguments A COMPLETE ASSHAT WHO CAN'T WRITE TO SAVE HIS LIFE THE PERSON WHO IS CURRENTLY WRITING THIS NARRATION AND REFUSES TO CONCEDE HIS POSITION NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE IS THREATENED WITH THAT AXE.

Anyway.

You are currently in your hive, being completely bored. Unfortunately, today wasn't a great day for you. Aside from your normal struggle with the powers that be behind the fourth wall, your daily hunt for CHALLENGE and GREAT BEASTS came up rather short. As a JADE BLOOD living in the desert, despite what many believe, you don't encounter many of the so called 'monsters in the bright'. Most of them are myths and are about as real as magic YOUR GOD DAMNED CLICHED AS HELL DRAMATIC IRONY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED REAL AS MAGIC, DAMNIT. As a result, you tend to be forced to adventure further away from hive. You rem-

NO NO NO NO NO. YOU DO NOT GET TO SEGUE SO AWKWARDLY INTO A FLASHBACK WITHOUT FIRST EXPLAINING WHY MY DAY IS SO SHIT, GOOD SIR. NOW PUT THAT COPY-PASTED PESTERLOG DOWN AND TELL THE AUDIENCE STRAIGHTFORWARDLY AND WITHOUT VAGUENESS.

Okay, your day has been kinda crap because your MOIRAIL signed you up for some weird team game thing, emphasis on the team part WHICH YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW IF YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE STORY SO FAR. You're not a fan of this kind of thing. It wasn't even her who informed you of the fact in the first place. In fact...

NO, WE ARE LIMITTING THIS TO ONE FLASHBACK PER POST TYPE THING. I HATE FLASHBACKS.

>FA: Shut up and allow this to be discussed OUTSIDE OF THE POST
"We have come to terms." Flashbacks for the first post shall be restricted to one for the benefit of very specific people.

==>
Your attention is once again drawn to the list of usernames you were sent. Only a few of them ring any bells. Bahari is there, of course, as is her MATESPRIT (figures), Flynnt. That laughassin in denial is on the enemy team (who you trolled after noticing the name, just in case). There's the bridgekeeper guy who...You never did fight him did you? You need to get around to doing that. Finally, there's intelligentInsight and pimeTaradox who you were trolled by earlier, but you are not going to get into that, since the conversations were short and generally consisted of you being bored and annoyed. You pointedly are not thinking about them.

>FA: Get trolled
Again with this crap

-- recreantOctopus [RO] began trolling finalAscension [FA] --

>FA: Explain who this fucking bastard is

Here, have your god damn singular flasback sequence. THIS IS THE ONLY ONE IN THE POST.

-- recreantOctopus [RO] began trolling finalAscension [FA] at 08:10 --

-- recreantOctopus [RO] gave up trolling finalAscension [FA]--

>FA: Back to the present

-- recreantOctopus [RO] gave up trolling finalAscension [FA] --

>FA: RAGE
You assure yourself in NO UNCERTAIN TERMS that this troll will rue the day he crossed you. You will be certain to track him down and murder him. Eventually. Probably. Assuming you remember. And don't have anything more important to do at the time.

**EightBlade** · 12-21-2011, 04:06 PM

>BE THE LOVERS

{Aw hell yeah, son! The K man is two helpings of manly for all the pretty mamas!>

>ACTUALLY,NO

{Nah, I think I will, anyways>

You are now KARUNA GAPERO, and you are currently MARVELING at your latest TREASURE, the fossilized ANAL GLAND of one of the fiercest beasts to roam Alternia, the PUFF BEAST. Why, this is perfect for your collection, right next to your SIX TUSKS of an ancient ELEFURNT! You kind of wish you'd find more of these, your ALTERNIAN ANCIENT ASSHOLES guidebook has been so underdeveloped as of late. For you are, of course a busy, busy piece of troll.

It's all them ladies! They just can't keep their hands off the K man, and you've never been one to disappoint. You grin as you marvel your own wit, your own charm. You sometimes ask how a single troll could be this utterly PERFECT, and you've come to realize that you're just that CHARMING. You charmed the shit out of reality itself.

You take an attentive glance around your modest RESPITEBLOC, trying your hardest to find thew one thing as perfect as you.

You succeed!

You are just so UTTERLY PERFECT that you have completely ignored the annoying beeping of TROLLIAN. You furrow your brow and make an effort to ALMOST TAKE OFF YOUR SHADES!!! That'll show the world that you mean business. How dare they interrupt your PRIVATE TIME! You just salvaged this shitty mirror, you intend to use it!

You clop over to your HUSKTOP and bring up the window, someone better have a damn good reason for this.

-- oncomingArmageddon [OA] began trolling selectfulPaleontologist [SP]

Oh, now who could this be?

-- selectfulPaleontologist [SP] gave up trolling oncomingArmageddon [OA]

Mmm mmm! All them pretty mamas! You quickly grab your nearby ANCIENT ALTERNIAN ASSHOLES GUIDEBOOK and record all those contact details, surely this will come to great importance later.

>Karuna: Ring up those lady folk

You decide not to, for seemingly no reason at all. Just ain't feeling in the right to be all up and charming them. You need to have more class, more slick. You gotta be slicker than a freshly hatched mothergrub. And that just ain't you right now. No, this whole mysterious watcher thing has got to be figured out.

And you know just who to ask.

-- selectfulPaleontologist [SP] began trolling pimeTaradox [PT]

-- selectfulPaleontologist [SP] gave up trolling pimeTaradox [PT]

Now that you've taken care of that, you prepare for a nice, long day of relaxin' like nothin done matters.

>Karuna: Realize that you've left the bridge unattended

{Well, shit>

**MrCreazil** · 01-16-2012, 08:02 PM

>Be Past Tursun

>DAMMIT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!

You are now Recently Past Tursun, and it has been an eventful perigee.

You have grown rather fond of that blueblooded girl Seiska, which causes you to wonder constantly why you decided to help CIRRIN RUNFAR spy on her. Although Cirrin is your buddy and you sort of are the team snoop, you can't help feeling INCREDIBLY GUILTY about it. You remind yourself that such feelings are not very trollish. That doesn't help.

>Tursun: Quit whining and do something

In hopes of finding a DISTACTION, you go looking for your student. As per your plan, Lunaro has agreed to train under you. He's a decent troll, although you still haven't gotten him to use any of that MANGRIT of his. It's sort of beginning to bug you. Maybe he's just scared because of what he saw when he arrived.

Nah.

Well, that was a thing. Not only did you almost completely fail to train him, but you scared him off after he had been all cool and stuff.
You need to talk to someone. Too much to think about.
Oh look, it's that Elpiza troll.

>Tursun: Talk it out

>Hermit: Ponder the magic of moiraillegiance

Hermit? Hermits don't have moirails! This is an exciting development. You decide to celebrate your new quadrant by bothering somebody. Oh, that spy troll is online, she's always fun to m-wait what was that noise?

>Tursun: Flip the fuck out

No, don't do that, it's stupid. You dispose of the bodies as calmly and respectfully as you can, pondering Flynnt's visit and your own. This is definitely something you should tell your moi-oh.

She's gone offline.

You wonder if this is a bad sign for your relationship, but quickly put that out of your mind. There are other trolls who you can talk to.

>Tursun: Ponder further

You cannot be Tursun anymore because he is currently overwhelmed by a mix of redrom and panic. Try someone else.

((Arts courtesy of Blank and awesomeIncarnate, respectively))

**Blank** · 01-17-2012, 07:48 PM

>Be Cirrin

You are now CIRRIN RUNFAR again and as has been previous mentioned in passing you are now working for Seiska while using the opportunty to SPY on her to find dirt on Cucali for Siskus, and maybe Tursun since it was his idea.

Unlike some people you feel NO GUILT WHAT SO EVER. This cunning sneaky stuff is about the closest you get to feeling trollish without being the vicious murderer you think society expects you to become. You haven't even killed anyone in self defence (you prefer absconding). What you do feel is a health FEAR of getting caught.

>Cirrin: Get Lucky

Right now Seiska has put you to work fixing husktops. In fact the amount of husktops is enough to form a mount or possibly even a PILE. You've been fixing them mostly by banging on them a lot. You don't actually know a lot about husktops. But then neither does Seiska. It seems to work though. It's probably a feature of the semi living technology you trolls use.

Yep, this husktop seems to be working. Now to test that it connects to the alternianet. By which you mean goof off and talk to friends.

Shortest break ever. But now you're getting access to her personal husktop. If there is any place to find secrets, they're going to be found in that.

The guy brings it down and hands to you before leave. How convenient.

You get it working again after playing around with the tubes inside and hitting it a few times. Now to riffle through the files like a crook in a bank.

Oh, now this looks interesting...

>Plot to spy on Seiska

You are now CIRRIN RUNFAR from the relative past. You have lost a bet with Seiska and now have to work for her for a week. You didn't want to lose this bet, even if Tursun came up with a plan that involves throwing the bet. You still have some pride. Of sorts. You are now plotting on turning this to your advantage.

>Lose bet

You are now CIRRIN RUNFAR from even further in the past. You have made a bet with Seiska. Simple terms. She bet that you think Saskes is cute. As if, the little thing bit you and, as you have repeatedly told Siskus, trolls are not meant to raise grubs and therefore feel no attachment to them.

And in any case even if you did, which you continue to stress that you don't, there's absolutely nothing to stop you from being dishonest and not admitting it.

You are trolling Siskus about some other matters related to team politics you don't pay too much attention when you start talking about the bet

Yup, getting trolled by Seiska right now. She can't possibly know, can she?

>Make Plan B

Once again even further in the past, just after you made the bet

In any case, you're not going along with Tursuns plan

>Hours in the future but still in the past

And Seiska's back online

>Recap in chronological order

You bet Seiska that you wouldn't admit Saskes is cute. Tursun came up with a plan to lose the bet and spy on Seiska to find information on Cucali for Siskus. You refused. You admitted Saskes is cute to Siskus. Seiska found out so you lost the bet. Seiska put you to work fixing husktops.

And now you have found a juicy looking file on Seiska's personal husktop

**Pepperedfox** · 02-04-2012, 08:33 PM

>Be Cucali again. Cackle gleefully at your evil plots.
Um, no. That's so dumb. You'll save the cackling for later when you've crushed that sandblood beneath your heel. Then you'll laugh your ass off. Good idea, best plan. There is no way you'll lose this battle. You're pretty sure you got that dumb CIRRIN RUNFAR under your thumb. Seiska's with you too, and as for Sol... well, she can't be too hard to convince!! So far so good! Now, to get around to "persuading" some of Siskus's teammates--

Wait. Uuuuuuuuuuugh, some lame greenblood's trolling you >;/

-- pimeTaradox [PT] began trolling nitroMerc [NM] --

-- nitroMerc [NM] gave up trolling pimeTaradox [PT] --

A fistkind informant? Maybe this guy isn't as bad as you thought! In fact, you could definitely use his skills. Forgot that other lame info-guy, Derphus Stinkus or whatever his name was. You'll see if you can sway this Tursun to your side.

>Cucali: Live up to your bitchiness. Intimidate a lowblood.
With pleasure!

-- nitroMerc [NM] began pestering neuroticProvision [NP] at 19:20 --

-- nitroMerc [NM] ceased pestering neuroticProvision [NP] at 19:31 --

This is way, waaaaaaaaaay too easy! At this rate, you're going to take Siskus down in no time. You don't even have to try!! But hey, that's to be expected from a brilliant seadweller like yourself. THE BIG FISH HASS THE GAM--

>Cucali: Be interrupted by another lowblood.
What the hell is with trolls interrupting you mid-thought!! Oh, great. Seems like the anonblood's looking for a fight tonight.

-- peripateticMeddler [PM] began pestering nitroMerc [NM] at 17:29 --

-- peripateticMeddler [PM] ceased pestering nitroMerc [NM] at 18:27 --

He's been a pain in your side ever since Seiska hired him. You can't for the life of you figure why she would!! He's practically a double-cripple. If you were her you would've stuffed parts of him in the slot machines loooooooong ago. Uuuugh, whatever. You're not going to let some laaaame anonblood ruin your night!!

>Cucali: Be contacted by--
No!!!! You are not going to have any more interruptions! >;/ Go be some other looooooser!

**NeonProdigy** · 02-14-2012, 11:09 PM

> Return to being the Empress

T)(OSE FOOLS WILL RU---E T)(E DAY T)(EY DARED TO D---EFY THE WILL OF )(ER IMP---ERIOUS COND---ESC---ENSION THE BATTERWITC)( THE GOD-QUEEN OF ALT---ERNIA!

...

You once again fail at being the correct Empress.

> Fine, be the Woobie Yellowblood Medic

Much better.

To be fair though, you just got done meeting Miss Cucali, which was a somewhat harrowing experience. Seriously though, spy on Siskus? You're not sure how you'll even handle that!

Still, Miss Cucali is a Highblood, so it wouldn't do to disobey her... even through inability.

In a little bit you'll need to head outside and gather some herbs from your garden, but for now... you're going to relax for a bit!

You place the music box from Flynnt lovingly on a table in your workshop and start it up.

As the music plays, you take out a hammer and a chisel, and look up at a large chunk of stone you've been working on for a few weeks now. You stand back, rubbing your chin, then delicately place the chisel where you plan to begin working next. You steadily hold the hammer over the end, just about to lightly tap on the chisel and get one step closer to unlocking the sculpture hidden within, when you hear a Trollian alert from your computer.

You can't quite hold back an exasperated sigh as you set your tools aside and head into the next room to see who's contacting you.

-- recreantOctopus [RO] began pestering neuroticProvision [NP] at 23:04 --

-- recreantOctopus [RO] ceased pestering neuroticProvision [NP] at 23:50 --

Well then. That happened.

You suppose you can't blame a red blood for feeling that way, even if you do think he's misguided in his thinking.

Regardless, you return to your sculpting, putting the conversation out of your mind as you listen to the soothing notes of your music box.

**Buse** · 03-20-2012, 09:58 PM

>Be another loser

You would do that, but you are too busy being Flynnt Lewest. You were about to call Kajole to oh look you're being pestered by that damn Watcher.

You don't like that guy. Nobody likes that guy. But you have to talk to him, you suppose. It's not like you can ignore him or anything. Well, maybe you can, but that wouldn't be as cool.

...Wow, you really are a loser. But that guy will get what is coming to him, the sick bastard. Ok, so being a troll, you're sort of used to that already, but still. It's Kajole we're talking about here. Well... you guess as a leader, you have to do something about that, yeah. Time to move on. You decide to call Elizan for no particular reason.

>Call the main loser

Whatever they may say, she is NOT a loser. But you'll still call her.

Well, that was great. You are happier now, and you already managed to get another player. Still, sucks to know that Kajole is dead, and that he was replaced so fast. So it's sort of a good and bad thing at the same time.

You decide to try to forget it and move on.

**MrCreazil** · 04-21-2012, 10:02 PM

>Hermit: Reflect on recent happenings

Hey you are totally not a hermit anymore! You've been working on filling in your quadrants and you are damn good at it.

Really?

Of course! Why would you think otherwi-oh

Well except for that-

…
Shut up.
Siskus is old news. She's alright, not blackrom material. Now Tiarna...

You think it's going well.

And the Red?

Rather well

Admittedly it's a little rocky.

But rather well, you think. That reminds you, you need to clear up something. That espionage crap has gone on long enough.

Of course, Runfar fails. As always. Well, if you want something done right...

>Just hurry up and troll Siskus

On it!

Well, that was an ordeal. Good news is your moirail is on now. Bad news, well,
You've been meaning to tell her the bad news.

Wow that was pleasant. You think you need some liquid shooshpap. You're pretty sure there's a bar in this joint.

Hours in the future, but not many

What happened last night?
>Tursun: Check Trollian

Oh gods no.

>Hermit: Click the link
How bad can it OH GODS NO

((Arts by Blank and jemp))

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