+= Be Felorange the zombie
"nice jOb this time," I tried desperately to cheer my moirail up. I didn't really blame her, though. Who wants to be shocked into submission with unthinkable amounts of electricity? Surely not I. "yOu really gOt the crOwd going."
Said moirail, Syllia Veinix, was apparently not in the mood. "My mouth tastes like shit from eating that damned troll over and over again. His muddy purple slime is making me sick."
"G# easy #n Zer#,"Sarkus said, but didn't really put any conviction on it. "N#b#dy even remembers his name, he's literally been reduced to nothing being ch#mped to death again and again."
"I wOnder what his real name is," I pondered aloud.
"I don't xare," Syllia grumbled.
"S#mething unimp#rtant, I'm sure." Sarkus answered me. "N#t belittling him even further, but his bl##d l##ks like he w#ould've been a highbl##d if s#mething hadn't g#ne wr#ng."
"WOw, what an asshOle," I joked. "I'm the lOwest Of the lOw, I'm dead. My blOOd is prObably the cOlOr Of dead everything."
Syllia's hands shot up. "Enough about this. That little grub's slime is still poisoning my taste lumps."
"Perhaps we can gO tO a pub," I offered. "There's One dOwn this path we're taking."
"I agree with...erm, Fel#range." Sarkus said nervously. I ignored the blue blood's obvious discomfort and moved on.
Several copious servings of alcohol later...
"WOOOT!" A loud, raucous cry split my brain in half, and I laughed like it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard in all my sweeps of existence. Because right about now, it truly was. Woot. What a silly word.
Said woot had come from the speech hole of my moirail. I snorted and attempted to pour more alcoholic fluids down her throat, and missed. I tripped over Sarkus' drunken body and hit the floor hard.
"I-I'm dead," I moaned. "Why-" I punched the floor."Is this-" SLAM,SLAM-"Damned thing sO-" SLAM, SLAM SLAM-"Painful!?"
Nearby, Syllia finally collapsed. I also found this hilarious. "yOu living trOlls sure can't hOld yOur liquOr..."I stared fuzzily before it occurred to me that she was dead.
"Oh no," I croaked. "Syl, wake up." I dragged myself over to her and knelt, then rested and put her head on my lap. "Are you dead?"
Change in POV
A bartender approached the group of drunken idiots. Her name is not important. "HEy, STUPIDs!"
She tapped her foot irritably when the weird corpse one, the only one still awake of the three, didn't respond.
"HEy!" She tried again, screaming this time.
"Shu-shush!" the weird but kinda cute corpse hissed. "Can't you see my mOirail is dead?"
"SHE's NOt DEAd," The bartender groaned. "SHE's JUSt UNCONSCIOUs."
"Oh." The corpse mumbled. "Syl, wake up. The bartender says you're not dead."
"Xrap." The troll called 'Syl' opened her eyes, and the bartender had to keep from laughing at her lame impediment. Then she reflected on her own annoying, shouty to meek one and immediately shut up.
SLAM!
+= Be Syllia Veinix
I jolted upright as a familiar troll stormed in.
"Ahvian-" I started, but the she-troll simply smacked me in the head.
"Whehre's mah slahve?" She snapped.
"In the arena," I muttered furiously. Felorange murmured something unintelligible before collapsing against me. I ignored the flush I felt and continued to stare down the other troll. "Why do you xare anyway? Nobody told you to try and kill him by sending him to me. That's what I'd xall a dixk move."
Ahvian's eyes widened with fury. "YOU WISH!"
"Anyway, you're not getting him baxk, you had your xhanxe." I muttered. "I'm taking these drunks back."
"Fine." Ahvian hissed. She left the pub, taking care to slam the door unnecessarily hard. But I knew, deep down, this wasn't really over.
+= Be Zero
Be Zero? Who wants to be Zero? Certainly not you. You have better things to do than be this troll. Why do you think he's called zero? because nobody likes him. He's just highblood meat. Don't be this troll. C'mon, get.
+= Be Silver
You don't even know this guy. Stop playing and being a douche. Get serious.
+= End the chapter.
Good. There's an idea.