Chapter 2: Saylen Valdro
A young Troll stands in her respiteblock. Today, the third bilunar perigree of the first dim season, is this Troll's best friend's wriggling day. Also considered the day she, and the rest of her friends get to play the brand new game that they were all able to obtain special pre-release versions of. But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here, aren't we? What is this young Trolls name?
== Enter name
Your name is Saylen Valdro. You are a fairly high Plum-blood that currently stands at the age of seven and a half Solar Sweeps. You are currently in your respiteblock which is covered in several of items of your surprisingly few interests. There are a few maps of the local and world oceans and waterways, along with lists of every type of aquatic Lusi and fish that can be found there. There is also your fancy fishing pole, tackle box, and a number of hooks tossed about rather dangerously. On your table is your very nice husktop, a group picture of you and your Lusus, and your favorite gun. Next to that is your bookshelf, which you have transformed into nothing more than a holder of every single one of your Doctor Who DVD's. You'll have to thank Jazz for those later. Humans suck, but damn do they have good T.V.
== Saylen: Contact Jazz
You go over to your computer and open up Trollian. Jazz always keeps her Pesterchum open, so you can simply contact her whenever you want with no problems.
timelessOceanographer [TO] has begun trolling trainingInformant [TI]
Seeing as this is the same conversation as prior, we shall simply skip to the end.
== Saylen: Go find out what the problem is
You get up from your desk and go downstairs. With your job, you should've known you can't relax for more than a few minutes. You descend the stairs for what feels like forever. In hindsight, an elevator would have been the best thing to put in here aside eight-frigtillion steps. Once you finally reach the bottom you loo at the sight you've grown oh so accustom to. Being in the Plum-blood caste, you are hatched into a line of work that provides the entire planet with power and electricity via the many riverways. In other words, you run a dam. And, Gog, does it suck total ass.
== Saylen: Take care of the problem
You look around and automatically see the situation. Every now and then a wild Lusus will find their way into here and get caught in the turbines. This time it's only two, but still a total pain in bulge. Thankfully, your blood caste holds a very rare form of psionics that allow you to control water at your will. You move your hand and the stream that normally goes through the turbines turns into a large overflow path you've made in sight of problems like this. When the floor is dry you turn off and walk down to the turbines. One of the Lusii was lucky enough to have already been dead, or else it would most likely have suffered down here. The other, not so much. The large Lusus had it's entire lower half ground up in the blades, it's blood absolutely thrown everywhere. It let's out a collosal screech of pain.
Saylen: im s(o)rry big guy.
Saylen: just c[(o)se y(o)ur eyes, it'[[ be (o)ver in a minute.
== Saylen: Put the thing out of it's misery
You equip your lucky Blunderbuss and aim. You fire a good three or four times in the head before the Cancerion Crabdad Lusus finally dies. It's a dirty job, but it's your job none the less. You try your hardest and move the stupid thing out of the turbine, bringing out a good amount of it's guts with it. After about seven sweeps doing this, you've gain a pretty decent amount of strength, so carrying this guy to the overflow river was no problem. You toss it and the other Lusus into the overflow and it passes into the river beyond your hive. At least Anglermum will have a good snack. You clean the turbines and return up to the platform. You return the water to its normal flow and power up the turbines again. You do hate this job horribly, but you've always enjoyed the hum these machines made.
== Saylen: Return to your room
You climb up the ungogly amount of stairs back to your respiteblock and look at around. Everything's the exact same. Everything on this dumb planet will stay the exact same. You look over at your desk and see that Jazz is contacting you once again. What could she want so soon? It's only been about ten, maybe fifteen, minutes.
== Saylen: Answer your friend
Seeing as this is the same conversation as prior, we shall simply skip to the end.
Jazz: oh.
Jazz: my.
Jazz: god.
Jazz: i... LOVE your eyepatch!
Saylen: i-(o)h...
Saylen: uhh...
Saylen: thank y(o)u jazz!
Jazz: no problem!
Jazz: so... you've been serious.
Jazz: this whole time.
Saylen: yep! a[ien.
Saylen: we[[, a[ien t(o) y(o)u at [east.
Saylen: t(o) me y(o)u're the a[ien.
Jazz: yeah...
Jazz: i'm sorry, i'm still trying to take this all in.
Jazz: aliens are real...
Saylen: we[[ yeah.
Saylen: what did y(o)u think humans were the (o)n[y c(o)gnative species in the universe?
Jazz: honestly?
Jazz: yes.
Jazz: ok, before we go any further, i just have to ask.
Saylen: yeah?
Jazz: do i look at the patch or the eye?
Saylen: just keep it up here and i d(o)n't care.
Jazz: uh, ok.
Jazz: so...
Jazz: what ARE you exactly?
Saylen: if y(o)u mean species i'm a tro[[.
Saylen: most inte[[igent creatures (o)n the p[anet a[ternia.
Saylen: if y(o)u're refering t(o) the fins i'm a seadwe[[er.
Jazz: seadweller? like, you live in the sea?
Saylen: n(o) i [ive in the v(o)lcan(o) regi(o)ns (o)f this p[anet.
Jazz: good to see sarcasm exists all across the universe.
Saylen: but yeah. i kinda [ive in the (o)cean.
Saylen: i'm actua[[y (o)n a river!
Jazz: that's cool.
Jazz: are Trolls... are you a peacful race?
Saylen: (o)(o)(o)h n(o) we are n(o)t.
Saylen: we regu[ar[y pi[age (o)ther p[anets and destr(o)y entire civi[itati(o)ns.
Saylen: we c(o)nstant[y have wars that we win every time.
Saylen: im n(o)t sure h(o)w many but i think weve c(o)mp[ete[y caused the gen(o)cide (o)f at [east a th(o)usand species by n(o)w.
Saylen: and we m(o)st [ike[y aren't g(o)ing t(o) st(o)p.
Jazz: ...
Jazz: huh...
Jazz: hey look, uh, Vlad's trying to contact me!
Jazz: i gotta go.
Jazz: sorry.
Saylen: (o)h. n(o) pr(o)b[em.
Saylen: te[[ v[ad i said fuck y(o)u.
Jazz: sure thing.
Jazz's screen then goes black. That was a little strange for her. Jazz is never the one to sign off first. It's usually you because of some situation with the dam. Did you say something be chance? Maybe going into detail about Troll's hostile and genocidal history wasn't the best thing you could of talked about. No, that can't be it. Humans are extrememly homicidal, genocidal, murdrous, and basically everything Trolls are. There's no way it could of been that. But, since Jazz has the game, that makes everyone. You should get talk to the others to get the thing started.
== Saylen: Contact your friends
You go onto your husktop and click into Trollian. You look at your list of friends and realize none of the ones you really care about are actually only two available are the twins... Well, you have to start somewhere. Let's get this over with.
timelessOceanographer [TO] has begun trolling intimedatingPrimary [IP] and hospitibleSecondary [HS]
TO: ridams.
IP: hiighbllood cuntt
TO: yttrim.
HS: Hey, Saylen!
TO: h(o)w g(o)es it?
IP: screw you
IP: whatt do you wantt
TO: i was just g(o)ing t(o) ask if y(o)u are ready f(o)r the game.
TO: y(o)u kn(o)w, the (o)ne we've been trying t(o) get ready f(o)r a[m(o)st tw(o) weeks n(o)w?
IP: we know whiich one
IP: att lleastt ii do butt tthatts justt because iim nott a dumbass
HS: Well, -ha-'s ra-her rude.
IP: shutt up
HS: Ok.
IP: hey can we do tthe camera tthing
IP: our hands hurtt
TO: long term d&d session again?
IP: whatt do you tthiink
TO: yeah, gimme a sec(o)nd.
You click the camera icon and the screen comes up with your friends. Well, friend and her conjoined, annoying other half. The twins wave when they see you each with their respective arms. The twin on the left, Ridams, still looks exactly like you remember. A colossal douchebag. He still has the pointless Sky-blue colored streak going down the middle of his hair, supposedly to show his respect to his mutant blood. Honestly, you think it's just to piss you off, considering you're the only one worth having dyed hair. At least you can pull it off. Three Plum streaks; one on each side of your head and one right in the center making a small patch. The asshole Troll has horns that are curved upwards what you can assume to be a foot and a half, sectioned off into three parts, separated by two, very thin connections about an inch in height. The female Troll, Yttrim, looked almost identical to her twin, minus the hair streak and asshole attitude. Have you mentioned Ridams is an asshole?
Yttrim: So, wha- abou- -he games?
Saylen: jazz fina[[y g(o)t her c(o)py, s(o) we can start s(o)(o)n!
Ridams: are we seriiouslly goiing tto pllay wiitth tthose-
Saylen: with th(o)se what, ridams?
Ridams: humans
Ridams: are we seriiouslly goiing tto pllay a game witth some rettarded ass humans
Ridams: tthey are allll so fuckiing sttupiid
Yttrim: I don'- know, Vlad's pre-y ok.
Yttrim: And Jazz can be funny a- -imes.
Saylen: thank y(o)u, yttrim.
Saylen: jazz is funny.
Saylen: and nice.
Ridams: ii dontt care aboutt iif ttheyre funny or nott
Ridams: ttheyre obviiouslly lless iinttelliigentt and priimiittiive
Yttrim: No- -ha- less in-eligen- -han you...
Ridams: your llucky ii dontt have an arm on tthatt siide or iid hiitt you iin tthe back of tthe head.
Saylen: hey!
Saylen: we're getting (o)ff track here!
Yttrim: Yes, we're ready for -he game.
Ridams: have been for tthe pastt week
Saylen: g(o)(o)d.
Saylen: g(o)g, ta[king t(o) y(o)u tw(o) is imp(o)ssib[e.
Ridams: oh shutt up
Ridams: youre tthe hiighbllood you shoulld be ablle tto conttroll us
Saylen: and just [ike that my headaches back.
Saylen: thank y(o)u use[ess assh(o)[e.
Saylen: and yttrim.
Yttrim: No problem, Saylen.
Saylen: [ater.
Yttrim: Bye!
Ridams: screw you
timelessOceanographer [TO] has ceased trolling intimidatingPrimary [IP] and hospitbleSecondary [HS]
You wonder if you could kill Ridams but keep Yttrim alive... It'd be hard but not impossible.
A/n: Gog, my fingers are non-existent. I hate writing dialogue. ALSO, there will be things actually happening soon. Because I also hate overly long character introductions.