Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 19 notes
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It floated aimlessly. Where was it going? It was not sure itself.
The wind was its dictator.
Go here.
Turn right.
Float up.
Die. A comrade abruptly collided onto a tree. The others watched, with a mixture of helplessness and apathy. They couldn’t help being so powerless and fragile after all. A single hit was all that was needed. A touch. A light brush.
They also couldn’t help the fact that they had an almost non-existent capacity for emotion. So they floated on.
On and on, and on, and on.
Until that is, it ran into a troll.
What will the troll do?
—> What will you do?
Theodo was on the verge of shoving Dresyx and telling him to get lost, most probably starting a fight. However, he found himself interrupted by something colliding with his back, throwing him into his Kismesis. With an irritated grunt he shoved the other troll away from him before turning around.
Just what the hell was that thing? Some sort of monster? He swallowed hard, hands starting to shake. Fighting had never been his thing. Sure he duked it out with Dresyx every so often but..this was different. And seemed wrong. His stomach churned as he drew his strife – a large, shape edged grappling hook. The arm from his lower back held the length of rope while the others worked to swing the hook around. He squared his shoulders and crouched slightly, eyes set on the enemy.
He didn’t expect any help form his Kismesis.
Especially not when..whatever it was charged.
Dresyx glowered at the other as the other practically fell on him. Luckily he stabilized himself and gave a neutral shove in return. He was about to speak, when he noticed the form behind his Kismesis. “()h what the actual fuck is that,” the troll snarled in contempt, also bringing out his weapon of choice, being a pair of razor-edged records. He held one in each hand, at the ready. He wasn’t paying attention to Theodo, his concerns on his own safety, for the most part.
When the thing charged, he stayed in place, pulling an arm back and swinging it forward, launching the strife at their enemy. The disk slashed into it’s side— a not particularly well-aimed hit. However, it did its job, causing the beast to stagger and slow in its charge as it released a roar. “are y()u just g()ing t() stand there ()r what?!”
“— Well excuse me. —” Theodo growled, sidestepping and throwing out his grappling hook. It embedded itself in the monster alright, but he hadn’t really expected it to rear up, pulling the rope taught and pulling the tiny lightweight troll off his feet and skidding in the dirt. With a pained grunt he looked up, eyes wide as he realized he was right in front of the creature, and uttered a tiny “— Aww fuck —” as it pounced on him.
He couldn’t quite tell what it was using to cause such damage but he felt his skin being torn and punctured. With a yelp he struggled to try and kick it off, casting a helpless glance back at his Kismesis.
Who probably wouldn’t help him.
Dresyx watched as the grappling hook latched into the creature, and then in slight amusement as it caused Theodo to get dragged straight off his feet. He probably would have been content to watch Theo deal with the thing had he not received that pathetic look from the other troll as he was being mauled.
“ughh i seri()usly have t() d() everything, d()n’t i?” With that, he leaped at the thing, using his remaining disk as a blade this time, slashing it straight into its back. The monster screeched at him, but it rolled off Theodo. This time it lunged for him. Well fuck, that wasn’t in the plan at all. He landed on his back, keeping the monster at bay by lashing it across the face with his strife.
“fuck, what is this thing?!”
Source: ancestrollnpc
Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 19 notes
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It floated aimlessly. Where was it going? It was not sure itself.
The wind was its dictator.
Go here.
Turn right.
Float up.
Die. A comrade abruptly collided onto a tree. The others watched, with a mixture of helplessness and apathy. They couldn’t help being so powerless and fragile after all. A single hit was all that was needed. A touch. A light brush.
They also couldn’t help the fact that they had an almost non-existent capacity for emotion. So they floated on.
On and on, and on, and on.
Until that is, it ran into a troll.
What will the troll do?
—> What will you do?
Theodo was on the verge of shoving Dresyx and telling him to get lost, most probably starting a fight. However, he found himself interrupted by something colliding with his back, throwing him into his Kismesis. With an irritated grunt he shoved the other troll away from him before turning around.
Just what the hell was that thing? Some sort of monster? He swallowed hard, hands starting to shake. Fighting had never been his thing. Sure he duked it out with Dresyx every so often but..this was different. And seemed wrong. His stomach churned as he drew his strife – a large, shape edged grappling hook. The arm from his lower back held the length of rope while the others worked to swing the hook around. He squared his shoulders and crouched slightly, eyes set on the enemy.
He didn’t expect any help form his Kismesis.
Especially not when..whatever it was charged.
Dresyx glowered at the other as the other practically fell on him. Luckily he stabilized himself and gave a neutral shove in return. He was about to speak, when he noticed the form behind his Kismesis. “()h what the actual fuck is that,” the troll snarled in contempt, also bringing out his weapon of choice, being a pair of razor-edged records. He held one in each hand, at the ready. He wasn’t paying attention to Theodo, his concerns on his own safety, for the most part.
When the thing charged, he stayed in place, pulling an arm back and swinging it forward, launching the strife at their enemy. The disk slashed into it’s side— a not particularly well-aimed hit. However, it did its job, causing the beast to stagger and slow in its charge as it released a roar. “are y()u just g()ing t() stand there ()r what?!”
Source: ancestrollnpc
Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 132 notes
“whatever, that isn’t the p()int. d() y()u kn()w what that p()rtal shit was aB()ut?” Dresyx certainly didn’t. He’d played his fair share of video games, but he hadn’t dealt with anything like this. It was new territory. And as much as he didn’t want to ask Theo for any kind of help, he figured he might as well see what the other troll knew before he began reconsidering bashing his brains in.
“hey, if i punch y()u, will y()u wake up?” His lips turn up to a grin. “i c()uld use s()me time away fr()m y()u.”
Theodo smirked at him, looking terribly amused. “— What was that? Are you asking me for help? —” He snickered, slowly shaking his head. “— I don’t know much about it. But it’s how we got here. That’s all I know. I reckon it’s something to do with this game. —”
His smile faded and he became instantly defensive as the other suggested punching him. “— You lay a finger on me and I’m tearing off your horns and showing them down your throat, y’hear me? Of course that won’t do much, what with your little nubby shitty horns.—”
Source: ancestroll
Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 132 notes
What fresh hell was this? He couldn’t even sleep without having to deal with his Kismesis. What the shit. No. No thank you. It was bad enough not knowing where he was without having to interact with Theodo. He’d rather be sticking a fork in his eye.
”()h, fucking g()()d, dreamcrashing n()w, are y()u?”He stopped a few feet away from the other troll, eyes narrowed to irritated slits. He wasn’t going to pretend and be remotely pleasant. There was no point. Besides, he was a bit transfixed with the question about how there were trolls in his dreams anyway. Any dream with Theo in it was pretty much a nightmare, which he had very few of.
“whatever, that isn’t the p()int. d() y()u kn()w what that p()rtal shit was aB()ut?” Dresyx certainly didn’t. He’d played his fair share of video games, but he hadn’t dealt with anything like this. It was new territory. And as much as he didn’t want to ask Theo for any kind of help, he figured he might as well see what the other troll knew before he began reconsidering bashing his brains in.
“hey, if i punch y()u, will y()u wake up?” His lips turn up to a grin. “i c()uld use s()me time away fr()m y()u.”
Source: ancestroll
Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 132 notes
What fresh hell was this? He couldn’t even sleep without having to deal with his Kismesis. What the shit. No. No thank you. It was bad enough not knowing where he was without having to interact with Theodo. He’d rather be sticking a fork in his eye.
”()h, fucking g()()d, dreamcrashing n()w, are y()u?”He stopped a few feet away from the other troll, eyes narrowed to irritated slits. He wasn’t going to pretend and be remotely pleasant. There was no point. Besides, he was a bit transfixed with the question about how there were trolls in his dreams anyway. Any dream with Theo in it was pretty much a nightmare, which he had very few of.
Source: ancestroll
HT: ()h g()d. why are there s() many c()ntacts ()n my list all ()f a sudden
HT: c()uldn’t y()u all just. g() away ()r s()mething.
MM: I’m sor- ry to ask, but hav3 I m3t you b3for333?
MM: My, som3- on3 c3rtainly is t3styyyy.
HT: y()u haven’t
HT: unless it was in an()ther freaky dream thing Because i d()n’t kn()w shit aB()ut what’s happening with th()se
MM: I f33l I’d r3m3mb3r such a fright- 3ningly ch33ry f3llow such as yours3lfff.
MM: In this cas3, allow m3 to introduc3 mys3lffff.
MM: B3lsha Ilm- tarrrr.
HT: yeah, yeah, s()rry ()r whatever. i’m n()t used t() talking t() this many tr()lls ()kay
HT: alright fine. my name’s dresyx.
MM: That wasn’t so bad, now was ittttt?
MM: It’s not lik3 I bit33333
HT: whatever i guess n()t. seri()usly th()ugh, where did all ()f y()u c()me fr()m.
MM: I’m forc3d to assum3 you’v3 r3c3- ntly run Anc3stroll, is this corr3ctttt>
HT: yeah
HT: just w()ke up fr()m that shitty f()rest dream
MM: At l3ast you didn’t hav3 an up- pity mut3 on your asssss.
HT: apparently i’m kind ()f Behind ()n things
HT: a what?
MM: A strang3 sil3nt troll girl who do3sn’t sp3akkk.
HT: s()mething wr()ng with her ()r what
MM: I don’t know all I got was h3r nam3 and a glar3.
HT: as if we need m()re weird things g()ing ()n seri()usly.
MM: Sh3 spok3 mors3troll, god I hat3 that languag3333
HT: ugh. w()rst.
MM: Plus no on3 3ls3 could translat333. F33l luckyyy.
MM: W3ll oth3rrr than m333.
HT: i h()pe i d()n’t meet her. ()r any()ne else f()r that matter.
HT: huh. y()u can understand m()rsetr()ll?
MM: You’r3 crush- ing my hop3s and dr3ams Dr3syx!
MM: And y3s, I l3arn3d to h3lp l3arn mor3 ali3n languag3ssss.
HT: y()u s()und like y()u think i care aB()ut these things
HT: i guess thats useful
HT: f()r listening t() Bitchy mutes ()r whatever
MM: You don’t s33m to und3rstand insicin3- rity v3ry w3llll
MM: Do youuu?
HT: i guess its hard t() tell ()ver tr()llian
MM: Now w3 ar3 l3arning about 3ach oth3r, I am almost sur3ly insincir3 alwayssss.
HT: ()h, l()vely.
HT: i can Be insincere t()()
MM: Can you noww? Th3n do try and k33p uppp.
HT: is that a challenge?
MM: I would n3v3r issu3 such a cha- ll3ng3 to an oppon3nt as cl3arly sup3rior as you ar3333.
MM: That could only 3nd in t3arsss.
MM: Not from m3 of cours3333.
HT: ()h, d()n’t sell y()urself sh()rt. i c()uld n()t h()pe t() match y()ur skills.
MM: How kind of you, I cou- ld n3v3r acc3pt that as tru333.
MM: You cl3arly ar3 vastly ah3ad of m3333.
HT: n() need t() Be s() m()dest, m’adame.
MM: But to b3 anythig l3ss is so v3ry unb3coming!
MM: How could I b3 consid3r3d a fin3 young ladyyyy?
HT: But clearly y()u are a queen ()f satire.
HT: and sh()uld act as such
MM: No no no, th3 thron3 b3longs to you and only youuuu.
MM: I could hardly 3v3n consid3r taking it from a mast3r lik3 yours3lfff.
MM: Th3r3 would b3 a muti- nyyyy!
HT: But i have relinquished the cr()wn t() y()u. it is ()nly just.
MM: Oh I could n3v3r acc3pt such duti- 3s, my w3ak constitution could only b3spoils such fin3 j3w3lsss.
MM: Only you and your adroit abilti3s could do th3m justic3333.
HT: hah
HT: i d()n’t have time f()r this shit
HT: But i guess y()u’re pretty g()()d
MM: What may I ask, is mor3 important than m333?
MM: You w3r3 just having too good fo a tim3, w3r3n’t youuu?
MM: I suppos3 it’s b3t- t3r this wayyyyy.
HT: ()h. n()t many things. since y()u’re just that special and all.
HT: just stuff like sticking a knife in my eye. n() Big deal.
MM: Oh hush, you could hav3 l3ft at anyt- im3333.
MM: It’s r3ally your fault you’v3 stuck onnn.
HT: i just wanted t() Be p()lite, y()ur highness
HT: ()h right. i d()n’t give a fuck aB()ut p()lite.
HT: whatever i guess y()u’re m()re entertaining than a c()uple ()ther tr()lls i’ve had t() suffer thr()ugh speaking with.
MM: How v3ry 3lo- qu3nttt.
MM: I’m glad I am h3lp at a hig- h3r r3gard no matt3 how slight.
HT: that’s just me. el()quent.
MM: I can hardly contain mys3lffff.
MM: Only th3 most 3loqu3ntttt.
HT: are y()u jeal()us ()f my grace
MM: Oh darn you’v3 caught m333! It was so v3ry gauc- h3 m333.
MM: *of m33
MM: What3- v3r can I do now that I’v3 b33n found outtt?
HT: y()u can take the cr()wn ()f insincerity fr()m my hands, my lady
MM: Sir, I could n3v3r do thatttt. I am m3r3ly a wrigg- l3r compar3d to youuuu.
HT: destined t() Be queen, ()f c()urse.
MM: Long liv3 th3 King, for3v3r in his rul3333.
HT: y()u are persistant i see
MM: I am nothing if nottt.
MM: I supp- os3 it is th3 on3 thing I can pird3 mys3lf uponnn.
MM: *prid3
HT: i will say
HT: it’s mildly impressing
HT: impressive *
MM: You w3r3n’t so poorly 3ith- 3rrrr.
MM: *poor
HT: a w()rthy ()pp()nent
MM: You’r3 going to mak3 b3 blushhhh.
HT: ()h, But that was my g()al.
MM: Th3n do go onnn.
HT: y()u have a way with w()rds, and it d()es enchant me
MM: Oh Mis- t3r Dr3syxxxx.
MM: You c3r- tainly ar3 a charm3rrr.
HT: i pride myself ()n it
MM: It c3rtainly is som3t- hing toooo. A tal3nt many hop3 to poss3ss, but n3v3r cannnn.
HT: actually
HT: i’m kn()wn t() Be pretty much the ()pp()site ()f charming
HT: By many
HT: sh()cking, eh?
MM: I can har- dly b3li3v3 thattt.
MM: Why ar3 you trying to fill a young troll’s h3ad with li3sss?
HT: i guess i’m really just a c()nman
MM: And of th3 first d3gr33 non- 3thl3ssss!
MM: I would hav3 n3v3r thou- ght this of youuu.
HT: i reside in a sm()kescreen ()f lies and decepti()n
MM: Soundsssss… uncom- fortabl3 to say th3 l3asttt.
HT: i guess
HT: But that’s just h()w i r()ll
MM: You’r3 just too cool a kid for this girlll.
MM: I could n3v3r k33p uppp.
MM: How can you 3v3n stand tal- king to such a los3rly los3rrr?
HT: again, y()u speak s() little ()f y()urself
HT: i d()n’t see why. since y()u’re pretty much the queen and all.
MM: Qu33ns simply don’t ov3rsha- dow kings, as monarch you should know that w3lll.
HT: But i’m n()t a king
HT: s() that d()esn’t apply
MM: How can you say thatttt?
HT: i think i kn()w what i’m talking aB()ut
MM: Oh no, do pl3as3 3n- light3n m333.
MM: I can hardly fat- om what you could b3 sayinggg.
HT: i am saying that y()ur w()rd-wrangling in the f()rm ()f sarcasm is superi()r t() my ()wn.
HT: ah fuck. the lusus is Back. i need t() g() st()p it fr()m tearing the r()()f ()ff.
MM: I suppos3 w3 can talk about this soonnn
HT: as enj()yaBle as this entire c()nversati()n has Been
MM: Your Hig- hn3ssss
HT: yes, we’ll speak ()n the matters later, my lady.
HT: s()
HT: Bye
HT: f()r n()w
MM: Th3n shall I bid you far- 3wll
— magnificentMiser [MM] ceased pestering hyperdriveTyphoon
Post with 3 notes
MC: Hello?
HT: wh() the hell are y()u
HT: and since when did i get this many fucking c()ntacts h()nestly
MC: :::Well; that answers that question:
HT: what are y()u ()n aB()ut?
MC: i’m Trinya:
MC: i have the same problem:
HT: right. i’m dresyx.
MC: i’ve asked around a little; and it seems to be linked to installing a game called “ancestroll:”
MC: Sound familiar?
HT: ()h fuck i knew that thing was shifty in all kinds ()f ways
MC: it gets shiftier:
HT: the() said s()mething aB()ut weird shit g()ing ()n g()ddamn i didn’t think he was Being seri()us.
MC: Did you happen to have any unusual lucid dreams after installing it?
MC: Theo? Someone gave you the game?
HT: yeah, actually. Bizarre shit. i never even have dreams like that. d() y()u kn()w what the fuck is happening?
HT: n(), he’s a m()r()n i kn()w.
MC: i don’t know exactly what is going on; but i’m working on developing a hypothesis:
MC: i misunderstood: is Theo another “player?”
HT: y()u might kn()w him as pr()BlematicC()urser But i w()uldn’t B()ther with him, he’s a deadshit.
HT: well y()u let me kn()w if y()u get this shit figured ()ut. i’ve never met any ()f these fucking tr()lls in my life. it’s Bad en()ugh having ()ne c()ntact geez.
MC: i haven’t contacted him yet; but if he’s as dense as you’re saying; i’ll avoid him:
MC: i intend to: Could you return the favor if any new revelations come up?
HT: yeah, yeah. i’ll let y()u kn()w and we can get this figured ()ut. d()es any()ne even kn()w where these games came fr()m?
MC: i found mine in a hundred-sweep-old book about aqueduct maintenance: So; no:
MC: it didn’t look like it was meant to be found:
MC: Not in my case; at least:
MC: How did you obtain your copy?
HT: i just f()und the thing. literally, just sitting there all unseeming ()n the gr()und.
HT: sh()uldn’t have picked it up. w()rst idea i’ve had in a while.
HT: whatever. i guess y()u’re n()t s() Bad, anyway.
MC: Thanks?
MC: i think:
MC: Did you happen to meet any other trolls in your dream; by the way?
HT: f()rtunately just the(). can’t get away fr()m the Bastard. mayBe that’s actually n()t s() f()rtunate.
HT: did y()u?
MC: i met a sea-dweller with delusions of pretension:
MC: He was wearing a monocle:
HT: what kind ()f d()uche wears a m()n()cle anywau
HT: anyway*
HT: what di he have t() say ()n the matter
MC: Nothing: i um: Sort of insulted him with as much spadefulness as i could and; well; i guess calling it “flouncing off” wouldn’t be too far from the truth:
MC: And at the time i was sure it was just a strange dream confined to my own thinkpan:
HT: i guess that w()uld make sense.
MC: Actually; i’m still not entirely convinced i’ve woken up at all:
HT: what, are y()u still in the Blinding awful ass f()rest?
MC: Oh; no; but real life has taken a bit of a turn for the surreal in general:
HT: well, i just w()ke up fr()m the shitty f()rest. whats happening t() y()u
MC: i’m talking to someone i’ve never met; whose handle i don’t recognize: And it’s one of several:
MC: That’s not to mention the computer program that apprently has the ability to induce lucid dreams at will; and bridge what should be the insurmountable gap between dreamers:
HT: tr()lls keep p()pping up ()n my list. i’m afraid they’re g()ing t() talk t() me. n() thank y()u.
HT: h()w d()es a pr()gram even d() that, that d()esn’t make a lick ()f sense
MC: i know:
MC: Right now; i have two hypotheses: The first is that the program causes the computer to emit some sort of sound or vibration that interferes with neurological function:
MC: Which is; admittedly; weak:
MC: The second is that this program is linked to an extremely powerful psionic troll who is capable of dream manipulation:
HT: i d()n’t kn()w i guess whatevers p()ssiBle Because this stupid crap is happening. ()f c()urse i d()n’t kn()w shit aB()ut science ()r anything
MC: The program could possibly tag our locations and gather some information about each of us through our computers; then deliver that information to the psionic:
HT: that makes sense. whats the p()int ()f all this, th()ugh
MC: Though the “why” of it still stands; as well as questions about the program’s origin: Based on my discovery alone; i’d have to say it is a very; very old one: And that means that more than one troll knows what it is; based solely on the limitations of lifespan:
MC: But that’s assuming the second hypothesis is the correct one:
HT: hey y()u’re pretty smart
MC: Thank you:
MC: it’s something of a life’s purpose:
HT: that must Be nice
HT: i h()pe y()u’re right, anyway. i think any the()ry is Better than n()ne
MC: :::Another confirmation with this “game” business: Two is coincidence; three is anomoly; but four is a pattern:
HT: i guess we’re just g()ing t() have t() wait ar()und and see h()w it g()es.
MC: Dresyx; before you entered the sunlit forest-world; did you have to pass through a different world? By means of a portal; maybe?
HT: yeah. it l()()ked suspici()us, But there was n()where else t() g()
HT: plus it was a dream, s() i figured whats the w()rst that c()uld happen
MC: i thought the same thing in my case:
HT: i didn’t really l()()k ar()und Bef()re g()ing thr()ugh the p()rtal, th()ugh. d() y()u think the p()rtal is what made this ridicul()us alternate-reality shit
MC: it’s possible: But it might also just be another facet of this ridiculous alternate-reality shit:
MC: Did i already ask you if you met any other trolls in the forest-world?
HT: yes. just my lame kismesis.
HT: again. it l()()ks like we’ll just have t() watch this play ()ut
MC: Letting things play out puts us at risk: i don’t relish it:
HT: But what else are we meant t() d()
MC: i haven’t the faintest:
HT: h()w are we supp()sed t() plan f()r s()mething when we d()n’t kn()w what it even is yet.
MC: i don’t know:
HT: i think we just need t() wait f()r n()w
MC: But it’s driving me up the fucking wall:
HT: i’m sure s()me ()ther weird shit will happen s()()n en()ugh
HT: that y()u can make the()ries ()n
MC: Oh; joy:
HT: ()r whatever
MC: if it meant no more weird shit; i would gladly sacrifice the opportunity to formulate hypotheses:
HT: i guess
HT: But it l()()ks like weird shit is g()ing t() hit the fan fr()m here ()n in
MC: i hope wer’re not behind it when that happens:
MC: i’m tempted to climb back into my recuperacoon just to get it over with:
HT: i’m thinking aB()ut it t()() actually
MC: :::i’m going to do it:
MC: i’m taking my weapon; this time; though:
HT: alright. g()()d idea.
HT: let me kn()w what happens i guess
MC: Will do: :::See you on the other side:
— massiveContradiction [MC] ceased pestering hyperdriveTyphoon [HT] at 23:24 —
Post with 2 notes
OO: <o>- umm, hell<> +here
HT: ()h shit f()ur tr()lls talking t() me at ()nce. i think i might have heart failure. h()w unpleasant.
OO: <o>- I ap<>l<>gize f<>r in+ruding…
OO: <o>- I simply n<>+iced a new c<>n+ac+ and +h<>ugh+ I sh<>uld say hell<>
HT: right, right. it’s fine i guess. what is y()ur name
HT: yeah tell me aB()ut it. except i never feel the need t() say hell().
OO: <o>- Ah, I’m Mycene
OO: <o>- wha+ w<>uld y<>ur name happen +<> be?
HT: dresyx
OO: <o>- have y<>u en+ered +he dream ye+, dresyx? I d<>n’+ recall seeing y<>u +here..
HT: all these new c()ntacts. h()w fucking peculiar.
HT: yeah. But when i g()t there, there was ()nly my dumBass kismesis.
HT: i missed the party
OO: <o>- ah, +here wasn’+ really much <>f a par+y, s<> +<> speak
OO: <o>- when I was +here +here were <>nly five
OO: <o>- <>nly f<>ur ac+ually +alked, and <>ne par+icualrly nas+y w<>man jus+ s+ared us d<>wn
OO: <o>- qui+e unpleasan+
OO: <o>- she apparen+ly had a penchan+ f<>r +hr<>wing knives a+ s+rangers
HT: i heard aB()ut her
HT: speaks in m()rsetr()ll right
OO: <o>- yes, <>ne <>f many infuria+ing +rai+s
OO: <o>- n<> <>ne c<>uld unders+and a single dash
OO: <o>- Apparen+ly n<> <>ne presen+ has any in+eres+ in mili+ary affairs
HT: yeah. what the fuck. apparently she’s pretty high ()n her h()rse t()()
HT: military affairs?
OO: <o>- M<>res+r<>ll is mili+ary c<>de, c<>rrec+?
HT: ah
HT: yes
OO: <o>- n<>+ really imp<>r+an+ anyh<>w, we s+ill can’+ unders+and a damned +hing she says
HT: i’m ()nly just meeting ()thers n()w, anyway. h()pefully i d()n’t run int() her
HT: that’ll Be awkward and irritating
OO: <o>- <>nly a brief mee+ing and she’s nearly g<>+ me seeing spades
OO: <o>- i+’s +errible
HT: funny that a mute can Bring aB()ut spades eh
OO: <o>- funny is n<>+ +he firs+ w<>rd I w<>uld pick, bu+ yes
OO: <o>- I d<>ub+ she’s ac+ually mu+e +h<>ugh
OO: <o>- she seems +he +ype wh<> simply l<>ves +<> make +hings difficul+
HT: s() d()n’t B()ther with her
HT: i certainly w()n’t
OO: <o>- +emp+ing indeed
HT: it’s a mystery why i’m B()thering with any()ne in general, But y()u kn()w.
HT: apparently we’re supp()sed t() j()in up in teams
HT: i heard that fr()m an()ther tr()ll. th()ugh i h()pe that isn’t true
OO: <o>- yes, +ha+ d<>es seem +<> be +he general c<>nsensus
OO: <o>- i+ usually g<>es +ha+ way wi+h games
OO: <o>- I+’s +he <>nly reas<>n I’d even +hink <>f ass<>cia+ing wi+h cer+ain charac+ers
OO: <o>- Highbl<><>ds, feh
HT: ugh
HT: i swear if any ()f them ever cr()ss me
HT: i’m g()ing psychic-m()ving-shit-with-my-mind ()n their asses.
OO: <o>- an excellen+ plan
OO: <o>- I’m usually n<>+ qui+e +his agi+a+ed
HT: i d() Believe this game has put many ()n edge
HT: But i d()n’t want t() punch thr()ugh my screen ()r anything.
OO: <o>- m<>s+ <>f my in+erac+i<>ns +end +<> fall <>n +he side <>f pi+y, bu+ la+ely…
OO: <o>- +ha+ is reassuring, haha
HT: spades, right?
HT: i w()nder wh()’s distruButing the stupid game anyway
OO: <o>- I w<>uldn’+ kn<>w
OO: <o>- apparen+ly my lusus f<>und my c<>py. I f<>und i+ in her nes+
OO: <o>- she nearly pecked my eyes <>u+ when I +ried +<> ge+ i+ away fr<>m her
HT: n()B()dy really d()es. i f()und mine ()n the fl()()r. just. ()n the fl()()r in my mazes.
HT: hah. if my lusus wasn’t ()ff wh()-kn()w’s-where he’d pr()BaBly steal my c()py ()ff me
OO: <o>- I+ all seems s+rangely serindipi+<>us, d<>esn’+ i+?
OO: <o>- s<> few <>f us came acr<>ss c<>pies in any way <>+her +han chance
HT: yeah i guess
OO: <o>- I+ alm<>s+ seems like i+ was simply mean+ +<> be
HT: i d()n’t think i Believe in fate
HT: But
HT: this is all kind ()f ridicul()us
OO: <o>- I’m a bi+ suspici<>us <>f +he idea <>f fa+e myself, believe me
OO: <o>- I+’s jus+ all very <>dd
HT: agreed
HT: i d()n’t even want t() sleep Because ()f th()se damn dreams seri()usly what is the deal
OO: <o>- Haha, y<>u defini+ely aren’+ al<>ne in +ha+
OO: <o>- I’m dreadind +he sunrise a bi+ myself
OO: <o>- *dreading
HT: at least it didn’t Burn
OO: <o>- +ha+ was <>dd, wasn’+ i+?
OO: <o>- I+ was, alm<>s+ pleasan+.
OO: <o>- <>nce y<>u g<>+ pas+ +he ini+ial freaking <>u+, +ha+ is
OO: <o>- haha
HT: yeah
HT: i w()nder why that was, th()ugh
OO: <o>- hmmm
OO: <o>- ye+ an<>+her mys+ery
HT: there are way t()() many ()f th()se f()r my liking
OO: <o>- I+ is wearing +hin ra+her quickly
OO: <o>- I w<>uld really l<>ve even jus+ a li++le explana+i<>n
OO: <o>- well, i+ has been w<>nderful making y<>ur aquain+ance
OO: <o>- bu+ I really d<> have +<> ge+ g<>ing
HT: alright
HT: y()u’re pretty ()kay
HT: i guess
HT: see y()u ar()und
OO: <o>- Y<>u’re very n<>+-+errible y<>urself
OO: <o>- un+il we mee+ again
— oracularOddity [OO] ceased pestering hyperdriveTyphoon [HT]
at 23:22 —
Post reblogged from Land of Spires and Thunder with 132 notes
What fresh hell was this? He couldn’t even sleep without having to deal with his Kismesis. What the shit. No. No thank you. It was bad enough not knowing where he was without having to interact with Theodo. He’d rather be sticking a fork in his eye.
”()h, fucking g()()d, dreamcrashing n()w, are y()u?”
He stopped a few feet away from the other troll, eyes narrowed to irritated slits. He wasn’t going to pretend and be remotely pleasant. There was no point. Besides, he was a bit transfixed with the question about how there were trolls in his dreams anyway. Any dream with Theo in it was pretty much a nightmare, which he had very few of.
Source: ancestroll
Post reblogged from Land of Sand and Levitation with 1 note
— hyperdriveTyphoon
[HT]
began pestering proletariatMastermind
[PM]
at 22:04 —
PM: Hello?
HT: wh() the hell are y()u supp()sed t() Be. y()u weren’t ()n my c()ntacts list Bef()re.
PM: 1 am 5iarde, and you have 1n5talled a very 1ntru5ive game called Ance5troll.
HT: yeah, i n()ticed. that shit was Bad news. ugh can i just Bl()ck all ()f these pe()ple h()nestly
PM: 1f you mu5t. 8ut 5ome of u5 are pretty awe5ome.
HT: i d()n’t see why i have t() c()nverse with any()ne. But apparently it’s imp()rtant. fuck. i heard ()thers are sharing dreams and sketched ()ut shit like that i mean what is that even.
PM: You’ll find out 5oon enough.
HT: that’s n()t like
HT: cryptic at all
HT: ()kay c()()l. whatever. i’ll figure this shit ()ut f()r myself.
— hyperdriveTyphoon
[HT]
ceased pestering proletariatMastermind
[PM]
at 22:13 —
PM: 5orry, other troll5 to deal with for a moment.
HT: that’s fine.
HT: y()u have fun with y()ur s()cial activities. i’ll Be here, freaking ()ut n() Big deal
PM: You’ll 5hare dream5, and when you’ve 5lept enough to 8e refre5hed, you’ll wake up. The fir5t nap 15 ju5t a 5ocial meeting.
PM: Try to play nice. 1 have to go fight with my lu5u5.
HT: mmm we’ll see. try n()t t() die.
PM: Fat chance. Talk to you later.
HT: Bye
— hyperdriveTyphoon
[HT]
ceased pestering proletariatMastermind
[PM]
at 22:15 —
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