The cave the troll resided in was a dismal, dank, and dark refuge for the wretched little monster. He sat on the edge of his stool, pondering the choice at hand, considering the proper action. “I have been agitated by these measly little gnats for quite some time. I will deal with them according to their own folly,” the wretched little Troll muttered under his breath. The stench of the cave lurked with sweat and decaying cloth.
The monster's belly was a gluttonous green, its legs the purest black, eyes as blue as water with blonde horns covering its head. He was a wretched monster, a mischievous little scoundrel. The remains of prior morsels seemed to pile behind him and metallic vials oozed an unknown green liquid. His computer flashed a green light as he switched between internet screens.
He was a wicked thief, an arrogant beast. A monster only heard of in legend, yet there it stood sheltered and cradled like a piggy. He continued to consider his next move. “Should I consider moving forward, or feed my gluttonous cravings. I haven’t eaten in quite some time, and I could use a midnight snack,” the troll stated.
The sound of drums and heavy music echoed lightly throughout the cave. The Cave Troll smiled with an approval, continuously tilting his head forward as he moved his right hand over to check his stock supply. “I need to go gather supplies for my next assault. If I work for about an hour or so, I can gather all the runes to make my spellcasting much more effective. It’s only a matter of time before I launch my next assault. Hmm, perhaps I need to gather the proper herbs for the potions that I need? It would be better than merely spending gold, when I have the vials in stock. Much more efficient, indeed!” the Troll pondered.
His senses started tingling as something was incoming! “I sense an incoming response from the opposing side. Perhaps i’ll be amused by what they say, if that,” the Troll pondered.
A whisper from the incoming breeze was foretelling of doom. The cloud started to manifest itself in front of him, while the blue birdy began appearing as he eagerly considered what was to come. “Is there ever a point where you’ve considered you’re a low life nobody, and that you’re pathetic?”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING LOWLIFE, YOU PATHETIC, UNWORTHY, UNKNOWING, INSIGNIFICANT SPOT OF DUST IN FRONT OF MY FACE? I’LL SHOW YOU, YOU IGNORANT WORTHLESS FOOL!” The troll screamed in fury.
A snarl of disapproval roared as the drool slobbered down his mouth. The air still had flings of saliva falling into the darkness and the abyss. The unyielding rage! “I will, NOT HAVE IT! I WILL NOT HAVE SOME MERE PEASANT TREATING ME WITH SUCH DISDAIN, SUCH BLATANT DISRESPECT! WOE, WOE TO YOU, OH YOU WICKED LITTLE WRETCH! I’LL DEAL WITH YOU ACCORDING TO YOUR OWN FOLLY!” the Troll declared!
And as he started to make his move, to unleash a payload of anger, cruelty, and vengeance upon those who would dare question his authority, with the cruelest words like sharp arrows to bring down his foes, he heard footsteps coming near the entrance towards his cave. What human dare attempt to face the monster? What brave soul could muster the courage to deal with the fiend? The door opened and a feminine voice yelled “Eugene, get off the computa, stop trollin on twitta, and come eat your cheese casserole, it’s getting cold already!’ said Eugene’s Mom. The internet troll sighed and got up. He had nothing better to do. He needed to get a life.
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