>2nd Limestone, 414
A liaison from the Troll capital has arrived. A troll child is tugging on your shirt, asking who the strangers are. A few of the others are echoing the sentiment. Why are there Trolls here trying to sell us things? Aren't Trolls reclusive? Shouldn't Trolls be kept away in little hidey holes like us, not venturing in caravans and writing documents to bring back to the capital?
You now realize that 414 years has been too long. You were only born sixteen sweeps ago, but your parents - those who cared for you as a wriggler - taught you the history of your ancestors. Others, however, have not been so fortunate.
Perhaps it's time for a history lesson.
>Years into the past...
But not many.
...Just kidding, it was many years ago indeed.
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You are now YMISTA UNNARR. You are currently playing a game called SBURB with your TWO FRIENDS and ONE ENEMY. You're venturing through the LAND OF ROPES AND CLOCKWORK. It appears your ENEMY is attempting to pester you. Guess you should respond.
--ladderTroll began trolling royalKnight at 4:13 PM--
LT: :I
LT: :IIII
LT: :IIIIIIII LADDERTROLL HAS BEGUN TROLLING YMISTA MCHOLIERTHANTHOU
RK: OH my GOD it's YOU again.
RK: WHAT could YOU possibly WANT?
RK: YOU just TROLLED me ABOUT that GIRL like TEN minutes AGO.
LT: |:III LADDERTROLL THINKS IT IS NOT TIME FOR PETTY FEUDS OVER THE HEIRESS
LT: :333 EVEN THOUGH THE HEIRESS IS TOTALLY INTO LADDERTROLL AND NOT YMISTA
RK: UGH. Just DROP it, ALRIGHT?
RK: I mean, THERE'S no WAY she WOULD be INTO a JERK like YOU.
LT: :IIIII LADDERTROLL FINDS YMISTA'S RESPONSE AMUSING CONSIDERING HE JUST SAID TO DROP THE SUBJECT
LT: >:IIIII ALSO YMISTA KNOWS THE HEIRESS TOTALLY HAS A THING FOR TROLLS OF LADDERTROLL'S BLOOD COLOR
RK: WHAT? That's BULLSHIT. I DON'T even KNOW your BLOOD color. YOU make HINTS to IT all THE time BUT there's NO way YOU'RE a PURPLE blood.
LT: :IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LADDERTROLL'S LENGTH IS NOW REPRESENTATIVE OF THE HEIRESS' MASSIVE ALIEN HARD-ON FOR LADDERTROLL
RK: ARGH. I HATE you. ALWAYS with THE pseudo-ROLEPLAYING stuff. IT wasn't EVEN funny THE first TIME.
LT: :SSSSS AUGH WHAT IS HAPPENING TO LADDERTROLL
RK: EVERYTHING is SHAKING!
LT: |:III LADDERTROLL IS FALLING OFF THE SBURBAN LADDER
LT: |
LT: |
LT: |
LT: XI
LT: ___
RK: WOULD you STOP roleplaying FOR one MINUTE while EVERYTHING is BREAKING apa
--ladderTroll has lost connection--
Just like that, a fate worse than death had been wrought upon these four Trolls. But not just them - the SBURB crash affected everyone that was then trapped in paradox space. Humans, Trolls, other unmentioned races. Had the HEIRESS of YMISTA's session not already created a new universe through ectobiology, SBURB would have erased every player in it from existence. Thankfully, as a last resort, it flung them into YMISTA's created world.
You are no longer YMISTA UNNARR.
Over the years, the Trolls and humans learned to live alongside each other. But, in part due to no longer having access to most of their old technology in the new world, the Trolls had to begin sending out expeditions to new locations to find a more suitable capital. These expeditions would consist of seven Trolls - you included - that were deemed completely expendable. In a year, the capital would send liaisons to check whether or not the expedition members were all dead. That was often the case. The fact that your expedition managed to survive so long that you attracted new recruits is a genuine wonder.
After explaining this to the curious Trolls (many of them only half followed you, not being familiar with a "SBURB" or "ectobiology" or "session"), you traded with the liaison, and arranged to have them bring you weapons and weapon materials (both which you were lacking quality examples of) next year.
After sending off the Trolls from the capital, you give all 50 of the other Trolls from your fortress a celebratory party. It's truly a wonder that you all have survived so long.
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