♠ hated by @pamperedSoul
Our first #storytimewithscratch will focus on a story that my human audience will be familiar with, adapted in certain areas to be more accessible to our troll audience. “Jayack and the Legumestem” Our story begins with a rust blooded troll, known as Jayack. He was much like any troll- which is to say, were he real he would be largely insignificant, a simple variable shaping Alternia to its ultimate destiny which would eventually be forgotten. Like many of his caste, he found himself in less than fortunate straits. He sought to find some form of deliverance, and so it was that a charming, Cueball headed man found him. “I have foreseen that your possession of their item will be of great value, and so I will offer them to you.” He- which is to say, the fictionalized representation of my own handsome self- said, and presented the young troll with a handful of legumes. “What use do I have for these?” He said, with all the shortsightedness of those unlike me. “You will continue to believe that you have none, until you are shown that you do.” I said. And vanished, leaving the legumes with him. As my fictional self foresaw, he tossed the beans away and returned to his recuperacoon as the sun began to rise. When he awoke during the night, however, he saw that they had grown into a great Legumestem, reaching far into the sky. “The man in white was right!” He said, which we all already knew. Determination in his pusher, he climbed the stem as high as it would go, until he reached none other than the green moon. He found himself now facing a manor, just as brilliantly green as the rest of the world. Upon entering, the cueball headed man- me- welcomed him inside, offering him a bowl of gelatinous legumes as any excellent host would. He informed him that he was welcome here, though his stay would soon result in his death. Frightened, believing it to be merely a threat rather than a statement of predestined fact, he foolishly ran off further into the manor. As he did he went through all the rooms, and the more he saw, the more he grew to forget what I had told him. He grew enamored with the luxury and style of my home, and even believed that he could stay here. In his mind, he believed he had found the means to escape the limitations of his blood. But of course, he was doomed. He entered into a room of mannequins and clothes, and saw a marvelous overcoat. Bright green, the hems flashing colors. He felt the desire to put it on… And then my lord came, and saw the intruder. He did not have a chance. His incineration was instant. And thus ends the tale of Jayack.
Correct, consistency is a valuable asset. Which brings me to: Tick. Tock.
I of course am never worried for Chittr, as I know exactly when it will return.
ju2t knoww my hate ii2 iin agreement..
not 2atii2fiied but ii havve 2hiit twwo do..
Ah. You have arrived precisely where you were always meant to. Permit me a small indulgence in formality. Gaze upon my badge. It has come to my attention, through a series of inevitabilities so predictable they scarcely merit recounting, that I now occupy the position of **First Guardian of Chittr**. A title which, I assure you, carries with it all the gravitas, authority, and ornamental prestige one might expect from such a designation. You may find this comforting. You may find this alarming. In either case, your reaction has already been accounted for. Of course, “guardian” in this instance should not be misconstrued as an implication of stewardship, intervention, or even protection in any meaningful sense. Titles, as you may eventually discover, are often far more enthusiastic than the realities they adorn. Still, one does not simply decline a role that so neatly describes a narrative convenience. Think of me less as a custodian, and more as a… constant. A presence that observes, arranges, and, when appropriate, nudges a piece or two along the felt. You will not see the hand. But you will feel the game. Do enjoy your stay.
well now i gotta try. #PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I'm 12'5" By The Way.
yeahg you could say my height is pretty... heh... "nice"... (its 6'9 please clap)
I'm dropping offline. If yo(_) like this post I'll teleport a kilogram of solid gold into yo(_)r fridge in eight to ten ho(_)rs. Enjoy yo(_)rselves.