== Log onto Trollian and pester your moirail.

Shaking your head, you sit in front of your husktop.

One of the most pleasant activities in your life would be going onto Trollian. It doesn't require wi-fi, you can make many internet friends, and you can effortlessly contact your actual friends.

You double-click Trollian, and you are happy to know that all your friends are online. This doesn't usually happen, seeing that some of them are usually busy, and not having the time to log on. Perhaps this night was somehow more special. It's more likely, however, that they are all bored insomniacs.

You are about to pester your moirail, but he pesters you first.

What a delightfully horrible pun.

Being the respectful and strife-seeking troll that you are, you answer him. You always look for a good opportunity to talk with someone, even if that someone was a stranger or your worst enemy. You like talking with others, especially when you're arguing with others, as arguing usually gives you a strange sense of gratification.

- - creativelyGenociding [CG] started pestering conditionallyConstructive [CC] - -

[CG]: I have received notice that youu are awake at this unngodly houur.

[CC]: ..G{}{}d j{}b, b{}!..

[CC]: ..Y{}{} have n{}w remembered h{}w t{} use y{}ur eyes!ght..

[CG]: I donn't have the time for youur cringey commennts.

[CG]: Youu're making me feel quuite crabby.

[CC]: ..What a del!ghtfully h{}rrible pun..

[CC]: ..Your puns are bad, and you sh{}uld feel bad..

[CG]: Obscure references and memes, too?

[CG]: Youu're stooping as low as youur caste, aren't youu?

[CC]: **..shooshpap..**

[CC]: ..S{}, ! can guess that y{}u want t{} tell me s{}mething, are you n{}t?..

[CG]: Yep.

[CG]: First of all, youu're a shitlord.

[CC]: ..And !'m pr{}ud!..

[CG]: Second, you should've received Sgrub, which we talked about earlier.

[CC]: ..! have the d{}wnl{}ad l!nk..

[CG]: Annd?

[CC]: ..But ! w!ll be busy tomm{}r{}w..

[CG]: That's disappoinnting, but uunnderstanndable.

[CG]: I'd very muuch appreciate if youu couuld tell me why, thouugh. 8}(

[CC]: ..S{}me d!sh{}n{}rable n{}{}kl!cker jumped me and st{}le my stuff..

[CG]: I guuess you need to lick youur wounnds annd all...

[CG]: Wait, please pauuse your enndless onnpour of blatherinng gibberish.

[CG]: WHAT?!

[CG]: Youu, the oh-so-high-annd-mighty psychic-haxxor Feleti...

[CC]: ..Shaddap..

[CG]: ...Got robbed annd beatenn uup by a "weakass plebeiann?"

[CG]: Shit, youu muust be losing youur luucky streak.

[CC]: ..You sa!d !t y{}urself..

[CC]: ..! am actually am g{}!ng t{} g{} l!ck my w{}unds and all..

[CG]: I'm coming over RIGHT NNOW.

[CC]: ..Wa!t, really?..

[CC]: ..wutwutwutbutwa!..

[CG]: "..You sa!d !t y{}urself.."

- - creativelyGenociding [CG] ceased pestering conditionallyConstructive [CC] - -

You now realize that your moirail is coming over. You then realize that the inside of your hive looks like shit. You also realize that you don't give a damn. Of course, you can always tune out the whining of your moirail, so you simply shrug. You're used to that sort of response, and he probably is, too.

Shrugging, you wait for him to arrive.

You're rather patient, after all.