A Troll Session.

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As a book is open, and his pages being flipped over, a sweet voice starts to read the tale.

That voice that you hear is mine, i'll be your narrator through this story about a little crew of fellas. Lets beging presenting our protagonist, but just to make things fun, i will not tell you wich one is he or she.

The list of our little fellas could start with this young mustardblood. He seems very sad as he is crying on a soffa. But this soffa doesnt look to be his. I am sure that this is not even his hive. He must be in the hive of one of his friends. So our story starts when someone walks in into the room...

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Or quite conversely, the story could start with this young, noble, cerulean blood.

==> Enter name.

Acairi Arrope.

What, That's it?

What did you expect, another one of those long-drawn out jokes where you type in some insulting name and i tell you to stuff it and make a new one? That got old awhile ago, don't you agree?

Fine, Tell me of this troll.

As was previously mentioned, your name is Acairi Arrope. Of equal import but signficantly less mentioned, are your interests. There are, actually, not many. You practice many martial arts, both modern and those almost, but not quite, lost to the past. So greatly enthralled are you in this, that your respiteblock has, in fact, been converted mostly into a target storage house. You also dabble in mechanics, but have only created a single object, one of which you cherish greatly. This object, of course, is your weapon of choice. It is a finely made staff, at which the flick of a wrist will reveal two blades on either side. You like to imagine that it's a deadly weapon, but rarely get to use it against anything but your pitiful targets, as it is considered an illegal weapon in the matches you fight in. This, of course, is your other most notable interest. You fight in hand-to-hand combat and with use of wooden weapons for both money and bragging rights. But mostly money.

You don't enjoy chat much, but you do have a husktop and the 'trollian' chat client installed, you usually use this to keep in touch with the troll who handles your match-making and bets, however, you do have a few other people added to your... What was it again? Who cares what it's called. You can talk to them and they, you, that's all that matters. Your trollian handle is apocalypticTardigrade, and 7ou speak in a n0bl3 4nd soph12ticat3d m4nner, one bef17ing y0ur hi8h posit1on in th3 cast3 s7stem.

Blueblood, answer the troll.

What do you mean? Your trollian client isn't even up ye-
Ting!
You answer the troll.

Pesterlog:

That was stupid. Open the file.

You open the file. What's this... Sgrub?

Be the other troll.

excuse me, but i am the narrator of this story, who do you thnk you are skipping chapters of the story like that. Why does every single amateur starts the story in the exact same place? What happend to good stories people? what happend to stories that didnt follow a pattern so predictible that everyone knew what is going to happend. As i open my book once again, let me tell you, how the story really starts

The young troll was on one of his friends hive, his eyes were droping a mix of tears and blood, as a indescriptible pain was rising through his spine. He was not injured, or didnt seem like it. But his eyes were losing their color little by little. As he contains his screams somone walks into the room.

Now, I would usually rip the book away and say something about how you're doing this all wrong. But it just so happens we're already where we need to be.

The story starts with a young troll in his hive, greeting a good friend over for a visit. As he enters the room, he sees his friends tears of blood and is shocked.

The mustard blood sees his friend entering the room. As his rises his shacking hand, he greats him like nothing happend. But his voice was realy weak, and he could hold to the act very long before he start couffing.

The troll grabs a blanquet and covers himself with it. Waiting his friend to scream at him because of his badly condition.

"What the hell man?!" He starts shouting. "Are you kidding me? The day you come to visit, I gotta deal with this shit." The troll walls over to his friend and crosses his arms. "Explain. Now."

He scraches his head, has he lets out a little laugh. He was realy embarased, he was hurt, but his pride was the only thing that was really shattered.

"Well...i need to azk you a favor" he said as he cleans his face with his shirt. "m.my hive...iz..g.gone" He mummbles as he looks at the ground with shame. This is not a position that he would like to be, but asking help to his friend is the only thing he could do at this point. A little accident left him with out a hive and now he is homeless. He went to his friends house because it was the closes thing he had before the sunrise apear in the distance

He looks at his friend with sympathy, and a little anger. "You can sleep here. Don't touch my stuff, don't talk to my lusus, don't compromise my plans, and don't die, OK?" He doesn't wait for an answer before pointing him to the hallway. "Now go get yourself patched up. If you need something specific, I'll see what I can do."

The young mustarblood smiled at his friend. He knew he could count with him. Even if he looked though, he knew he had a good heart. He walked into the hallway loking for the bathroom, just to clean his face. "Zo..what were you doing before i came here?" he ask trying to bring a conversation that didnt involved his little incident

"Messing with this program I found, mostly." He replied, sitting at his main computer. From here, he could access various different networks he'd created, mostly for shenanigans. "Found it on an old server I was probing. Trying to modify it to work on our Husk Tops."

"zo, what doez that mean? you know im not good with computer ztuff" he says has he comes out of the batroom with a towel in his head. "what doez it doez?"

"Honestly bro, I have no idea yet. I'm still trying to write the right ~ath to get the stupid thing running. Right now, i'm trying to force boot it to our husk tops once the program crashes. That should fix the incompatibility issues, but I have no idea." He brings up the file on his crowded desktop. Along side it, he brings up his ~ath compiler. "I think this is the right code." He says, compiling it. The program runs, a brief error message appears before being replaced by a spinning Spirograph.

"Looks like it works."

"well zhit, you are alwayze doing thiz kind of computer magic. Couldn't imagine zomething you couldnt do". He gives him some taps in the back and opens his husk top. "zo now we zhould be able to zee what it doez"

As the program started runing, a spining spiral apeared symbolising the loading of it. Little did they know what they had done, and what forces did they put into motion

"Damn Straight."

The program finished loading, and the word SGrub appeared on the screen.

"Huh. Looks like we'll need a few people to make this work. Let me just upload it to my network, and that should send it out to a few, so to say, unwitting testers." He grinned mischievously. He did this kind of stuff all the time, usually to troll officials he didn't like. Always the rebel.

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NETWORK_0012_CONNECTING

RUNNING PROGRAM GENERATORJUMBLE

TARGETS SELECTED

CONNECTING...

Pesterlog:

Syntes was just checking forums out in his husktop when he got sent a file from an unknown source. "What the heck iS thiS?", he asks himself as he clicks it open, later on realozing that it would be his doom.

NOW THATS A STORY, dont you think brother? Thats how you do a turn around and present the character, nothing of your predeterminated boring stuff. Now your pesty blue blood is involved in MY story. Arent you pleased? He could even be the vilan of my book. I would like to tell you how does he react to this AMAZING plot twist, but im guessing i will let you tell his part of the story, since he is your part of your story after all

Dharak had been in his underwater hive, checking up on the Trollian society as he is supposedly supposed to do so, until he found a particular anonymous post linking to a file. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and confusion before clicking the file. In a flash, the file began downloading something titled SGRUB.
Confused, he decided to consult his friends.

Show Memolog:

The anonymous troll being of no help, Acairi quickly began work on searching for whatever this 'SGRUB' is. It took quite awhile, to say the least, but she eventually did come across a memo in the trollian client. Without much hesitation, she opened it.

Memolog:

"Looks like my network did its job." He mentioned to his friend. On the screen, several different players appeared, all able to be connected to. "From what I can tell, This software had two parts. The version I found kind of mushed them together. The client player connects to the server player. We just need someone to connect to us."

And now, the cast of characters have grow, yeah :D. Everything is coming togheter, the stage is set to continue with our little friend.

Oh, right. I was so distracted by the wonderful cast that i forgot to give our first one a name. How shameful, im sure i looked like an amateur narator. Im really sorry. Lets do some quick introductions then, and continue with our wonderful story.

Our young mustarblood, that for now on we should name Zharko Zymbad enter the just created Sgrub Memo.

symphonicStigma enter the memo

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Acairi pulled up the SGRUB client again. It had finished loading. Amoung the limited details in the small black window, she spotted a line that may be of use.

"Waiting for server to establish connection."

She decided to return to the memo, perhaps one of her new-found comrades could assist her here.

Memolog:

BOOOOOOOOOO you all are phissen me off, you really shink this is how you tell a shtory? pff pleash let me show you how itsh done. give me the bloody book would you? ehem. Be the high blood! k. lets go wish that.

Be the high blood

You be the high blood cuz' that's the besht blood to be~ besht in the shea that is hehe...ehem. You are now Narisha...Narisa Rivvia. thatsh right. and you are the next in line to be the ruler of our planetsh shea. your proud to be. Though right now she sat around on her...well bed like thing that wasn't really a copracoon or anything but it looked kinda like one but less...green shit all over yeah.. She scrolled around forms on her grubtop looking for something fun too do, Trollian open in her side bar. She was bored.

Syntes opened his Trollian and checked some memos, eventually finding one about the proram he got.

Memolog:

Narisa stumbled upon memo that caught her attention like a fish hook in her mouth, but that's a story for another time...

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