> Troll a random user
> Troll a random user
Hi im maggie and im a big bum bum
> Talk to enragedDwarven
Show Pesterlog:
Hmm? Some other chump is trolling you.
Last edited by Psymon; 10-23-2012 at 01:38 PM.
> Install a new operating system on your computer so you can have more than one window open at the same time so you don't have to respond to people giving you a hard time over Trollian.
As soon as it appears that you are about to do anything which could potentially be classed as plot important you are hit by the character select screen again. Wait, no, it’s different now.
You rapidly deduce that you are now on the Blue tab and as a result there appears to be six entirely new characters to choose from. What’s more, all of the screens appear to be actually working this time so you can pick any one of the six characters without becoming a Neanderthal.
>Be the troll with the alchemical symbol. Yeah the one in the upper middle.
> Top Right -or- Bottom Middle
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver
>Be the troll in the top right
You are now the guy in the top right.
Your name is ISCO HEARTHAG. You slightly over 8 sweeps old and your relatively low blood colour means that everyone is above you in the Hemospectrum.
You spend most of your time in your QUARTERS which are situated somewhat comfortably at the NORTH POLE. Being in such a remote place you tend to find yourself somewhat ISOLATED from OTHER TROLLS. Well, other trolls who aren’t DOUCHEBAGS, that is. However, this ISOLATION has enabled you to become GOOD FRIENDS with another TROLL who appears to be in a somewhat similar position herself. As a result of this you both tend to play a MYRIAD of VIDEO GAMES together which fortunately often creates enough HEAT for your QUARTERS to be somewhat comfortable.
When not playing VIDEO GAMES you are charged with the task of using ASTRONOMY to locate SUITABLE PLANETS to be CONQUERED for the GREAT TROLL EMPIRE. You have filled many a PAGE of your NOTEBOOKS with various details about PLANETS SUITABLITY and some of those planets have even had the GOOD FORTUNE of actually being CONQUERED.
Your trolltag is lonelyXenobiologist and you t-t-tend to, um, stutter a lot when speaking.
>Analyze some core samples
> Make sure no alien shapeshifters have invaded your hive.
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver
>Analyze some core samples
One of those inconsiderate doucheba... um... colleagues of yours has given you the pleasure of analysing all of the core samples that have been collected. You despise this job and he knows you despise this job and you know that he knows you despise this job but the cycle refuses to break. Besides, what have core samples got to do with astronomy? Absolutely nothing. You keep telling him but he won’t listen. One day, other Trolls may begin to listen to you but that doesn’t seem likely right now.
You retrieve the Ice Core Sample from when you previously captchalogued it in your Icicle Modus which ensures that anything you captchalogue is safely contained in.. a block of... ice. Ah. This might make it difficult.
> Thrust your head through that hole in the giant blue thing.
You head on over to the giant blue thing which is, of course, your Recuperacoon. This style of Recuperacoon is standard issue to all servants of the Empire. However, those nookhea... um... your colleagues decided to amuse themselves by flipping it over. There is absolutely no way that you get any sleep any more; there is simply no longer enough room.
> Make sure no alien shapeshifters have invaded your hive.
After a quick look you note that there are no aliens, just arseho... um... your colleagues, Tarson, Draeda and Flohar, lounging around.
> Test their blood with a hot wire. Just to be sure.
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver
>Isco: Argue with arseho...colleagues
You contemplate having an argument with your colleagues but you happen to know such an effort would be futile; they would simply dismiss all of your opinions due to your blood colour being at the bottom of the standard hemospectrum. Besides, you can’t argue with your colleagues! They may not be highbloods, but they have higher blood than you, so you know it’d be wrong to argue with them. You’ve always agreed with the hemospectrum, though you have the short end of the stick, due to your incredibly low blood. It’s so low in fact, that you only know one troll with lower blood. You don’t hold this fact against him whatsoever. Not at all.
>Test their blood with a hot wire. Just to be sure.
You know what will end these arguments once and for all. You leap forward with a scorching wire to ensure that they are who they say they are-
Well, you would if the only hot wires weren’t plumbed deep into the walls to prevent the arctic cold from ravaging you all and if those same wires weren’t just mildly tepid and of course if you could even seriously contemplate striking down someone of a higher blood colour than yourself. As such you just look at them in a way that lets them know that you know that they’re not alien shapeshifters.
==>
After ensuring that everyone in your Hive is who they say they are you return to your room. Upon entering your room you move the ice block out of the way- you can deal with those core samples later. You decide to appease your boredom by firing up your computer and seeing which chumps... um... yeah chumps is a fairly accurate description, are online.
> Troll technicolorTornado.
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver
>Troll technicolourTornado
Show Pesterlog:
Show Pesterlog:
> Attempt to flip your recuperacoon by pulling it... so it falls down on top of you
You move away from your computer once again reeling at the absolute stupidity of that particular chump. Still, you would follow her any command for she is considerably higher on the Hemospectrum than you- which isn’t hard.
Generally fed up, you attempt to finally right your recuperacoon. Maybe if you pull this then you could just-
Nope! the recuperacoon falls on top of you, knocking you out! Looks like you won’t be moving for a while.
Not that that guy’s inability to move seems to be a problem at this current moment as you are once again met by a character select screen. This time the tab is... oh it’s red again.
You look at the somewhat familiar character select screen as though it were an old friend who has come to greet you. However, you notice that no one has fixed the broken character- looks like you still won’t be able to pick that guy.
Last edited by Psymon; 10-23-2012 at 01:40 PM.
> Upper right! Upper riiiiiiiight!!!!!!!!
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver
> Upper right! Upper riiiiiiiight!!!!!!!!
Your name is BYRYYD WYVYYR. You are almost 7 solar sweeps. At least you believe that is how old you are but you have FORGOTTEN your exact age.
On one of the rare visits to your HIVE, such as today, you go to the roof and offer DIRT to the MOON. You firmly believe that there is a series of MOON WORMS residing on the moon that you worship and refuse to believe the heretics that tell you otherwise. These are all obviously governed by THE GREAT MOON WYRM who is your greatest idol. There is, of course, another moon but you ignore that; the FALSE PROPHETS are truly devious.
When you are not offering the Moon as much dirt as you can thrust before it, you are EATING DIRT yourself. Finding it the most delicious substance on ALTERNIA, you are quite prepared to FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE to get some. You have a great fascination with DIGGING TUNNELS which is why there is nigh on no floor to your HIVE. Stretching far and wide, your TUNNELS provide you with a healthy amount of DIRT to consume. Due to their vast scale and durable nature, your FRIENDS have even occasionally requested that you make TUNNELS for them.
Though at times you are incredibly forgetful, you will never forget the glorious ANDORA with whom you hope to have the REDDEST MATESPRITS that will be filled with dirt and playdough feasts. Unfortunately, there is that OTHER GUY who seems interested in ANDORA and your MOIRAIL tells you that you shouldn’t bother with them; though what does she know?
Your trolltag is moonlitBurrower and you BeLieVe THaT THe GReaT MooN WYRM HaTeS VoWeLS.
Last edited by Psymon; 09-26-2012 at 05:20 PM.
> Examine that chest over there!
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?" -- Chuck Palahniuk
pesterchum - cynicalDoomster/xeroticDeceiver