== Go back to your hive and make a proper introduction.
You arrive back to your one-story dwelling, slamming the door behind you. You make sure to securely lock it, as you don't want any more thieves causing a commotion.
You platonically hate them. In fact, you platonically hate them so much that you wish those nooksniffers would be tied up on a post and be sentenced to a slow roasting in front of the Alternian sun for a few hours, alive.
You wish that robbing others was a crime, but if you're the one robbed, it's somehow not illegal. Well, unless that other person is lower on the hemospectum, but how can you prove that? That troll didn't wear his blood color on his sleeve, and he's long gone, anyways. You want justice, but you're not getting any. Your whining isn't going to help dish out the sweet justice, either.
Resigned, you trudge to your respiteblock. You attempt to make a proper introduction, whatever that means. Your introduction was awesome. But alas, the ridiculous expectations for introductions were not met.
Well, let's get to it.
Your name is Feleti Leflot. You are enthusiastic about debates, legal dramas, and getting excuses to use your nunchucks or your pistol on other trolls. Of course, your strife deck includes nunchuckind, as well as pistolkind. They are the perfect set of weapons, each symmetrically designed. Being the haxor that you are, you use your psionics to make your firepower stronger. In fact, getting excuses to smack people with a weapon is the reason why you flarp.
Although you suck at flarping, you still get to use your nunchucks, and with your friends at your side, you somehow manage to survive. Your position in this group is unsteady, and you realized that it would be harder to get closer to these trolls, unlike the rest of the hundred platonic internet friends. Despite that, this group is where you keep your closest bonds. Here, you have an insane moirail and an irritating kismesis. Your other quadrants aren't all filled, but you do have a flush-crush on a certain someone. The rest of your group either platonically hates/likes you, is flushed for you, thinks you're useful, or doesn't care about you.
Overall, you are a rather lucky person, even though you suffer from bouts extreme moments of unluckiness—this would be one of those bouts.