> Eat some dirt.
You retrieve some DiRT from your Tunnel Modus. Surprisingly, you are actually able to obtain what you want; your modus consists of a tunnel based puzzle which forces you to deploy whatever lies at the end of whichever tunnel you pick. This often leads to you deploying the most bizarre things at the most inappropriate times but as you have only five things currently captchalogued the puzzle is relatively simple at this point.
You slowly place the dirt into your mouth and savour every bite- it really rocks your socks.
>BYRYY Elaborate on why you find dirt to be so delicious.
What a marvellous food source it is. What a daring dream, to combine the finest qualities of the world on which you live with the eloquent array of meals which many other trolls indulge themselves in. How you wish you could just have a never ending supply of dirt. To hear one night a torrent of dirt fill your hive right to the top. A sharp stone unsettles you from your slumber, and as the sopor seeps from your eyes they detect a never ending mountain of dirt cutting the moonlight. A mysterious shiny rock invites. Wouldn't this dirt taste incredible? Would the Great Moon Wyrm not smile upon this bountiful feast?
No need to answer. Words slough from the busy mind like a useless dead membrane as a more visceral sapience takes over. Something simpler is in charge now, a force untouched by the concerns and burdens of the non-believers, that ridiculous sense of gourmet the other trolls tow. It now drives you through the mound of dirt, your protein chute gulping down the rich bounty, unearthing with swift movement multi-coloured patches demanding investigation. But not for long, as you soon eat your fill and collapse backwards and stare with pure content at the moon; knowing that you can soon devour dirt once again.
You chip your tooth on a stone and don’t even care.
> Climb into the chest and get trapped inside until someone else lets you out.
You decide to explore the depths of your chest by climbing inside and closing the lid. You sit here, happy for a while before realising that there is no way you’ll be able to open the lid from in here.
It matters not though, the bottom of this chest has been replaced many times after you have burrowed through it and you’re certain that when you wish to leave this chest you can just burrow through the floor again.
> Everyone else: do something similarly stupid so there's no one left to get anyone out of the messes they've gotten themselves into.
You attempt to be everyone else but you discover that you’ve only been introduced to two other Trolls, one of which is already in an uncompromising position and the other is busy downloading files from other Trolls. As such, you remain as the Troll who is currently sitting in a chest.