This young troll stands in his respiteblock. It just so happens that this day holds little biological significance to you. It has been a fair bit more than 9 sweeps since he was given life, and as such he is long overdue for a name!
This guy has a lot of troll pals and their fan-adventures are going to be quite extensive and convoluted, to an even greater degree than one perhaps may be accustomed. He thinks that if you think that we have time to drag out every little gag and expected pattern along the way, you are absolutely correct.
> Enter Name
Blocklocked, for those not aware, is a fan adventure collaboration between eight people you may or may not know from around the board. It might be especially familiar to those who followed our original run in the RP Subforum before we slipped through the cracks.
Since then we have decided to renew the story here where it was supposed to be all along. We were taking suggestions from day one, and we will continue to do so here.
Oh, and obviously enough people know who this is that I'd like to have more than just name jokes.
10 distinctly awesome people make this story as great as it is
they will be playing SCRUB which is basically SGRUB/SBURB
no stupid changes to the game
despite having mostly recycled the text for this introduction this is a reboot not a rerun
do not expect too much more recycling
expect good things instead
Your name is CERVUS OPTERA. As was alluded to, it is not your WRIGGLING DAY, and will not be for quite some time. While night is growing near, it is far too early to spend a lot of time near your open windows.
You have a relatively small number of INTERESTS of note based on the state of your RESPITEBLOCK, but one would be safe to guess that they are mostly VIDEO GAMES, with notable preference for CAPCOM TITLES. You are most partial to the DISGRACE ATTORNEY series, the ROCKTROLL series, and the BLADE MASTER ALASTOR series. You have waited sweeps for the latter's conclusion, and many have lost hope on the THIRD INSTALLMENT ever seeing the dark of night.
CAPCOM, for convenient reference, is a company that DOES EXIST. But not for much longer.
Numerous DATA GRUBS are littered about, and as they are grown in completely random colors, it is all but impossible to discern which are which by their appearance. You, however, have devised a LESS-THAN-ORTHODOX ORGANIZATION SYSTEM, referred to from here on as a "PILE" in order to properly arrange your less-often-used grubs. The ones that see the most use are METICULOUSLY STREWN ABOUT or connected to your COMPUTER.
Speaking of your computer, you have been trying out a new chat client beta called TROLLIAN, and you are very impressed by it. So impressed, in fact, that you are doing your part in the VIRAL MARKETING CAMPAIGN and have distributed the files to your FRIENDS (who in turn likely distributed it to theirs, consciously or otherwise). For the record, your trolltag is mandibledRenegade and you hide behind a veil of anonymity, and as a result spend a good amount of time making some of those you pal around with uncomfortable.
It's too early for your associates to be awake, not when it's this bright out.
What will you do for the time being?
Surrender to the whim of pressing your fingertip to the tip of your horn until it bleeds.
Take the captchalogue cards on your desk and add them to your sylladex, Do the same with the card stuck behind your desk.
Allocate your computer chair to your strife specibus.
Look out the window in a contemplative manner.
Go downstairs and find your lusus.
Reveal any form of psychic ability you may or may not possess.
> Respond to that ghostly voice telling you to do something that will make you bleed by staring at the fourth wall in a disdainful manner until it stops.
> Then deem all your Rocktroll games stupid and throw them out the window.