Re: Trollstuck 2: The Saga Continues [likely NSFW]
07-31-2011, 09:46 AM
>Be that toned piece of trollmeat
![[Image: trollstuck4.png]](https://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff258/CeramicOrange/Other%20Adventures/trollstuck4.png)
The conversation with JIGGLES having gone about as well as it could, you finally manage to make it out of your hive. It feels like it took days, but that's probably just because Lard's stupid double-letters take FOREVER to read. And anyway, READING IS HARD.
You breathe a HEALTHY, MASCULINE LUNGFUL of fresh evening air. It's a little weird that nobody else is out in your lawnring, given how early and pleasant it still is, but some of your neighbors have taken to locking themselves in their hives when you're around. THEIR LOSS, BABY. You saunter along, making sure to WORK THE GOODS and waiting for some kind of faster transport to present itself. Despite your DOUCHECHAT VISOR, something above you catches your eye.
![[Image: Trollstuck5.png]](https://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff258/CeramicOrange/Other%20Adventures/Trollstuck5.png)
That's weird. There are a few flashes and streaks of light appearing and disappearing across the sky. You GRUNT MANFULLY as you try to remember what this means... Several seconds of intense REMEMBAFYING later, it clicks. They're meteors! It's a METEOR SHOWER.
...
...
Wait, meteors are big flaming rocks that fall from space, right? You respond to this revelation in the only reasonable way possible.
![[Image: Trollstuck6.gif]](https://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff258/CeramicOrange/Other%20Adventures/Trollstuck6.gif)
"AAAUGH HOLY SHIT THE SKY IS FALLING THE SKY IS FALLING!"
![[Image: Trollstuck7.png]](https://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff258/CeramicOrange/Other%20Adventures/Trollstuck7.png)
You waste no time in charging towards the nearest hive (you don't even remember whose it is and don't have time to spend REMEMBAFYING something so unimportant) and punching the door in. Like hell you're going to get caught with a bunch of FLAMING GODDAMN SPACEROCKS falling on your head and crushing such a perfect specimen of TROLLHOOD. Bits of door go flying, and by some tiny chance, your shouting and punching and breaking and entering attract the attention of the hive's OCCUPANT.
![[Image: Trollstuck8.png]](https://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff258/CeramicOrange/Other%20Adventures/Trollstuck8.png)
It doesn't occur to you to wonder what kind of WEIRDO keeps their RECUPERACOON in their front room; all you can think is that maybe this METEOR SHOWER isn't going to ruin your night after all.
The conversation with JIGGLES having gone about as well as it could, you finally manage to make it out of your hive. It feels like it took days, but that's probably just because Lard's stupid double-letters take FOREVER to read. And anyway, READING IS HARD.
You breathe a HEALTHY, MASCULINE LUNGFUL of fresh evening air. It's a little weird that nobody else is out in your lawnring, given how early and pleasant it still is, but some of your neighbors have taken to locking themselves in their hives when you're around. THEIR LOSS, BABY. You saunter along, making sure to WORK THE GOODS and waiting for some kind of faster transport to present itself. Despite your DOUCHECHAT VISOR, something above you catches your eye.
That's weird. There are a few flashes and streaks of light appearing and disappearing across the sky. You GRUNT MANFULLY as you try to remember what this means... Several seconds of intense REMEMBAFYING later, it clicks. They're meteors! It's a METEOR SHOWER.
...
...
Wait, meteors are big flaming rocks that fall from space, right? You respond to this revelation in the only reasonable way possible.
"AAAUGH HOLY SHIT THE SKY IS FALLING THE SKY IS FALLING!"
You waste no time in charging towards the nearest hive (you don't even remember whose it is and don't have time to spend REMEMBAFYING something so unimportant) and punching the door in. Like hell you're going to get caught with a bunch of FLAMING GODDAMN SPACEROCKS falling on your head and crushing such a perfect specimen of TROLLHOOD. Bits of door go flying, and by some tiny chance, your shouting and punching and breaking and entering attract the attention of the hive's OCCUPANT.
It doesn't occur to you to wonder what kind of WEIRDO keeps their RECUPERACOON in their front room; all you can think is that maybe this METEOR SHOWER isn't going to ruin your night after all.