And now that leaves us with that one troll that people dislike even more than Cronus...Damara. For the sake of simplicity and laziness, I'm not doing her weird fake Japanese text. It's just gonna be normal Engrish for her! Maybe with some parentheses?

Rufioh logged off his computer just seconds before Damara walked in the room. Unlike Kurloz and Meulin, they weren't sharing a hive, but they were both about a rope bridge away from each other.

"hey, doll. glad 1 found you. 1t's apparently t1me to start the game! to be honest, 1'd be pretty bummed about leav1ng 1f you weren't com1ng w1th me...you are do1ng that, r1ght?"

"(Yes, Rufioh. I will be coming with you, but we will each go to seperate worlds. What will you prototype into the kernalsprite?)"

"dunno. gotta be someth1n' lame though, r1ght? someth1n' totally harmless. oh, 1 know! a f1duspawn host plush! that'll be pretty weak, unless somebody lays eggs 1n'em! but that could never happen!"

"(Yes, it sounds like a good choice,") Damara said. Natruallly, you are suspicious since she was the one that said it but Rufioh isn't.

"bangarang! d*mn, 1'm gonna m1ss th1s place...remember all the flarp1ng, and the f1duspawn matches, and the troll an1me?"

"(I will always cherish the time we have spent together, Rufioh, but now it is time to go on a new adventure on our own.)"

"yeah. see you 1n the Med1um, then?"

"(Yes, see you then.)" Damara gave Rufioh a hug and left his hive, but she didn't go back to her own. She wanted outside for a while until Rufioh came out.

"cr*p! 1'm out of f1duspawn plush1es! you probably have some, don't you! 1'm gonna go check your h1ve, 1f you don't m1nd?"

"(Feel free to do so.)" Damara said. Everything that she had to hide wasn't in her hive. While Rufioh was away she went back into his hive and logged onto Trollian as him. She found the previous conversation that Rufioh had with Horuss.

Like you, she was repulsed and disgusted. She went back to previous conversations and saw that this wasn't just one incident. It was official; the two were matesprits. (Well, maybe not, but we'll find out in the future.)

Jealousy burned inside of Damara. How could her dear Rufioh abandon her for this grotesque excuse for a troll? Why would he leave her like this? What had she done to him? What had he done to seduce him? (The mere thought of Horuss seducing someone should only be brought up fleetingly.) A voice in her head told her that revenge was the best means of retribution.

She brought out a thin white wand from her specibus and pointed it at Tinkerbull, who was sleeping in a small nest of straw that Rufioh had made for him. One quiet shot, and Tinkerbull was dead. No wound, no mess. Rufioh was too innocent- and too ignorant-to connect the dots.

But she wasn't done. Damara took a deep breath and thought about how she had abandoned. How she had been betrayed. She thought of how everyone was doomed, doomed to play this game. No amount of cleverness and cunning could help them escape. And finally, Damara thought of her destiny as the Handmaid.

And she began to cry. She cried for herself, she cried for the lusus she just killed out of jealousy, she cried for Rufioh, and she cried for everyone else. Feeling sorrow was the only way she could fight back against the dark power that was always speaking to her, even before she had even heard of Sgrub. But it hardly did any damage to an invincible time lord.

She ran to Rufioh and swore she had no idea what had happened. Rufioh fell for it, and the two of them began to cry. But while he was crying only for his lusus, she was crying out of heartbreak and sorrow. The dark red and light brown tears mixed into a swirl on the floor. Damara opened her eyes for a moment and saw how disgusting it looked. She kissed Rufioh on the cheek, making sure to remember everything, and said:

"(We should begin now. We can't let...setbacks stop us. When you get into the Medium, take Tinkerbull's body and put it in the Fidusprite.")

"so, he's not dead for good? doll, 1 sure hope you're r1ght!" Rufioh said, drying his tears. He went right to work on making the totem lathes and getting the punch cards. Damara left to do the same.

"hey, why were you crying 1f you knew T1nkerbull's gonna be f1ne?" Rufioh asked.

Damara didn't answer. Rufioh ignored it and went to work.

. . . . .

Minutes later, the two of them were in the Medium. Damara woke up to find her hive, with half of the rope bridge taken with it, on the top of the face of what appeared to be a giant pocket watch. All around her she could see various time pieces floating in the air, all of them apparently fully functional since they were all set to the current time on the planet. 2:45 PM. But one couldn't tell from the sky; it was completely black, just like on Mituna's world. Aside from all the clocks floating in the air, there wasn't much ground to stand on. It was then that she received a message from the Big Bad himself:

WITCH, SEND THE LAST PLAYER IN. DO NOT DISOBEY ME.

Damara did as she was told, logging on to Trollian and contacting Meenah. Outside of the window of her hive, she could see a basilisk far off in the distance, its cape allowing it to fly effortlessly. From where she was looking, it seemed like neither the Fiduspawn plush nor what she had prototyped-a simple music box-really had any effect. But Damara didn't give it any thought as she spoke to Meenah:

Armegido Associate (AA) began trolling Cetaceous Catastrophe (CC)

AA: (It's time to begin the game. Prototype and go.)

CC: sorry can't reely understand the accent swim that by me again

AA: (Prototype the damn sprite! What else could I be bothering you for, incompotent seadweller?!)

CC: water you sayin now

AA: aw forget it i guess you're just here to tell me it's time

CC: well cool it megido i'm settin' up

p-typin a dumb ol' empty fish bowl

no way in shell they gonna find a way to use that

kay see ya.

Damara logged out, satisfied. She saw that a bridge appeared jutting out from the pocket watch her hive was on, as well as few others connecting her some of the other clock faces. She quickly realized that in order to have full access to this world, she would have to keep doing what the voice in her head ordered.

NOW DO YOU SEE THE BENEFITS OF OBEYING MY COMMANDS?

. . . . .

Since Meenah is pretty much the coolest troll in this story, we're gonna show what happened when she got ready for her session and where she ended up. Meenah placed the fishbowl on the kernalsprite, making the Fishbowlsprite (not a very exciting sprite). After making her totem lathes, Meenah quickly went over to the Alchemiter and alchemized them. A giant squid that was inexplicably capable of flight appeared. Meenah got out her 2X3dent from her sylladex and hurled it straight into the creature's eye. You'd think that'd kill it, but nope! The squid stretched out his tentacles and grabbed Meenah, the 2X3dent still lodged in its eye. Meenah wrested free of its grip, grabbed the weapon, and leaped up to the creature's head. The squid knocked her off, sending her crashing to the ground. Meenah quickly got up and held the trident in front of her and charged at the squid as it opened its mouth wide to consume her.

Just as the squid's mouth enclosed Meenah, she was taken into the Medium.

Meenah and her entire glorious hive mansion, which I won't bother going into details about because it really isn't that special to anyone besides her, landed at the bottom of the sea in the Land of Murk and Depths (LOMAD). This entire planet was a vast ocean, very cold and very dark. But it was perfect for Meenah! She immediately swam outside, filling her gills with fresh, pure hydrogen oxide not breathed by any other troll before her. It was a dream come true, Meenah thought as she surveyed the massive deep-sea creatures swimming above her. A whole undersea kingdom to herself, with no one to bother her! But Meenah frowned when she realized the downsides to this: no one to rule over, no one to praise her, no one to build statues of her likeness. Just an endless sea of darkness.

Meenah was about to search for her gate when some imps appeared from out of nowhere, all of them wearing fishbowls as helmets so that they could swim. They didn't have capes or fire extinguishers because those are like, so completely useless underwater.

"Aw glub. Guess helmets were a bad idea," Meenah said to herself as she aimed her 2X3dent at one of them. The weapon simply bounced off the imp, not harming it in the slightest. Meenah caught it and stopped it from drifting around, but before she could try and use it to defend herself one of the imps shot her with its pistol. The plasma shot did extra damage to her because they were underwater. Just go with me on this one. Meenah, in pain, stabbed her trident into the the imp that had shot her, aiming for its body rather than its head. This did the trick, and the imp turned to grist. The other imps in the area swam away.

"Don't come back now, )-(EAR?!" Meenah called out. From this little scuffle she realized that her world might be a little bit tougher than everyone else's, what with the deadlier plasma pistols and protected heads of the imps. She was going to try and see if she could get dinner on by killing one of the giant eels above when Fishbowlsprite swam up in front of her. It beckoned her to follow it away from her hive. Meenah shrugged and followed.

"Batter take me someplace good," Meenah said, "Else I'll have to axe somebody else for kelp. Get me?" The sprite ignored her, not realizing just whose presence it was in.

And neither of them noticed the green cursor that was dragging agitating a slumbering squid resting at the bottom of the ocean floor.