Gammastuck

[Psymon]

> Examine that chest over there!



You head over to your large brown chest. It used to be full of a lot of things which you liked and generally thought were interesting but you have since either captchalogued them, lost them or offered them to the Great Moon Wyrm as a sacrifice. What this chest does have, however, is a rather important picture for you; one of your last pictures of you and your lusus since he disappeared in a collapsing tunnel a couple of sweeps ago.

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Eat some dirt.

[BCLEGENDS]

>BYRYYD: Elaborate on why you find dirt to be so delicious.

[Flaise]

> Climb into the chest and get trapped inside until someone else lets you out.
> Everyone else: do something similarly stupid so there's no one left to get anyone out of the messes they've gotten themselves into.

[Psymon]

> 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.

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Forget the chest, dig out.

[Lieutenant Fish]

>Encounter a mysterious Chest Wizard

[Flaise]

> Realize that you are an idiot for jumping into a small chest that can close and lock you inside like that.

[Psymon]

> Realize that you are an idiot for jumping into a small chest that can close and lock you inside like that.



From your comfortable position inside the chest you realise that there isn’t actually a lock of any description sealing you in. What is sealing you inside, however, is the fact that you simply do not possess enough MANGRIT to lift the lid without some sort of lever- that is why you left the chest open after all.

>Encounter a mysterious Chest Wizard



While residing in the chest you notice a strange apparition. It appears to be a Chest Wizard who has come to your Hive to tell you great secret. In awe of this great event you ask it what its great secret is. Drawing up close to your Think Pan the Chest Wizard whispers softly to you:
“Never stop eating dirt.”

> Forget the chest, dig out.



You swiftly are able to burrow through the base of your chest and re-emerge back into your Hive. Whilst burrowing, you were able to eat a bit more dirt and even captchalogue some more for later. By this point, you’ve already completely forgotten about any Chest Wizards you may have encountered but you are certain that any and all advice that they may have given you has been safely stored away inside your bizarre Think Pan.

[BCLEGENDS]

>Stabilize the hole you just made so that you have a quick escape route whenever you need one.

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Go check out the mOOn!

[Lieutenant Fish]

>Prevent your breath from being seen in the cold air by keeping snow in your mouth

[Psymon]

>Stabilize the hole you just made so that you have a quick escape route whenever you need one.



You have connected your freshly dug tunnel to the already stable giant hole in the centre of the room. In doing this, you have stabilised the most recent of your many tunnels. Those many tunnels provide one giant escape route should you ever need to escape in a hurry.

> Go check out the mOOn!



Of course! You’ve only checked out the Moon five times already tonight you’ve got to check it out at least ten more times before the night ends. Excitedly, you climb to the rooftop where, among piles of sacrifices, you gaze up at the Moon in the vain hope that the Great Moon Wyrm will one day appear before you.

>Prevent your breath from being seen in the cold air by keeping snow in your mouth



As you look around you, you notice the apparent lack of snow. Still, the weather isn’t even all that cold. Instead of snow you place some dirt in your mouth with the intention of keeping it there. However, the dirt mysteriously vanishes and your stomach gets mysteriously fuller.

[Lieutenant Fish]

gros

[Flaise]

> Starve to death because your digestive system isn't equipped to handle dirt.

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Equip pickaxe to your Strife Specibus.

[Psymon]

> Starve to death because your digestive system isn't equipped to handle dirt.



Of course, you don’t JUST eat dirt. You seriously contemplated that once but your Moirail simply wouldn’t allow it. As such, you hunt TUNNELBEATS using your rather fetching DIGGING MITTS as a weapon.

> Equip pickaxe to your Strife Specibus.




You attempt to equip the Pickaxe to your Strife Specibus but apparently it doesn’t fit with your Glove-Kind strife specibus. Besides, the pickaxe is just for show; you’ve never used one as you dig with your Digging Mitts.

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Captchalogue pickaxe... for reasons.

[BCLEGENDS]

>Find new strife specibus card; equip with pickaxekind.

[Psymon]

Regardless of whatever you just attempted to do you are hit in the face once more by the character select screen.
You notice with a slight flicker of delight that it is currently on the Blue tab which enables you to select any of the six characters that appear before you.

[BCLEGENDS]

Go for the weird nerd girl with the stupid glasses!

[Psymon]

Go for the weird nerd girl with the stupid glasses!



Your name is ANDORA ENTROP. You are a BLUE BLOODED troll who is nearly 7 solar sweeps, though anyone seeing your love for your rainbow coloured hive would think you were younger.

You enjoy building FORTS out of anything you can find and reside within them as much as possible. When not residing with your forts you are either out FLARPING with your friends or going on EPIC ADVENTURES with your various plushies that everyone believes you should have outgrown by now. During your adventures, you often make a huge mess that leaves your Hive looking a total mess. However, whilst you sleep you are visited by the extremely rare clean fairy of the day who cleans your hive for you whilst you sleep.

Your addiction to fizzy drinks leaves you in a state of EXTREME HYPERACTIVITY that far exceeds any healthy limits. You also have a somewhat unappealing habit of EATING ABSOLUTLY EVERYTHING which has left your hardly anything in your Hive unchewed yet surprisingly devoid of bite marks.
You love to craft things out of playdough that also serves as a HIGHLY DELICOUS SNACK. Unfortunately, the lifespan of your creations is very short due to your unfortunate habit of stepping on them moments after creation. Your favourite food is BLUE PLAYDOUGH, WITCH is the tastiest colour no matter what any other troll says. You drive your moirail completely mad trying to keep up with all the trouble you constantly find yourself getting into. She often says that the amount of trouble you get into is against the LAW.

Your trolltag is technicolourTornado and you TyPE in a ReaLy rANdoM wAy!!!!!

[xeroticDeceiver]

> Do an acrobatic flip into some cans.

[Psymon]

> Do an acrobatic flip into some cans.



You instantly leap through the air and crash into one of the many heaps of cans that litter the floor of your Hive. As cans fly everywhere you can’t help but notice how awesome that was.

[Flaise]

> Is that Tab? Drink it. All of it. Right now.