Post by aethal on Apr 17, 2012 18:59:48 GMT -6
You are now THE DOUCHEBAG WITH THE SHADES.
Your name is AETHAL NEZZAR and you are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS old. Although as any self respecting soon-to-be experienced LEGISLACERATOR knows, THE BIG SNOOZE can creep up on anyone regardless of age, and so you endeavour to be as ATTENTIVE and DETECTIVE-LIKE as possible.
Your primary interests are THE LAW and FATE, as well as attending to your expansive library of ACTION-THEMED MEDIA. Countless posters for TROLL ACTION MOVIES adorn your walls and you can safely say you've seen them all, although you loathe to admit that you do so for your enjoyment as well as for training as a MAVERICK LAW ENFORCER ON THE EDGE, which you're pretty sure it's your destiny to become.
You are currently in the converted prison warden's office that doubles as your RESPITEBLOCK. Having only recently woken up, dressed yourself and donned your precious DIGITAL CRIME-SLEUTHING COMPU-SHADES you are now feeling sufficiently investigative and hard boiled to start your day. You cannot hear your LUSUS howling, which means he's not tracking you. Yet. The wall opposite your door is filled by your giant CRIME-PUTER which has been largely useless ever since you got given your precious COMPU-SHADES, although you're fairly sure it now counts as a load-bearing element in the room so you leave it where it is. It's also good for playing games, although you insist it is INTERACTIVE CRIME BUSTING TRAINING.
In the corner of the room is your RECUPERACOON, which you know for a fact IS A PIECE OF SHIT but are unable to replace due to the fact it won't fit out the DOOR. The table beside it has a well worn copy of THE BOOK OF FATE which you're certain you'll actually get around to reading at some point. Outside of your window all you can see are SNOW and MOUNTAINS because that's all there is out there. The fact your Hive was once a PRISON probably explains why it's so remote, although you could never figure out why anyone would build such a big prison in the first place. You blame MISAPPROPRIATION OF GOVERNMENT FUNDS.
Beside your window is your GUN HOLSTER HOLSTER, a handy leather container in which you can store your gun's handy leather container. You are shocked to realise that both your gun and holster have somehow ABSCONDED. Opposite the window is your CLOTHES LOCKER, filled with identical pairs of your outfit, as well as your FLARP OUTFIT.
Propped up against your wall is your ARMS CHEST.
Your COMPU-SHADES are utilizing their patented YELLOW AUGMENTED REALITY DISPLAY to remind you that you should have been awake hours ago, and that those late mornings at the TARGET RANGE are taking their toll. It seems you'd best get up and about as you have a burglary on your hands, and it'll probably be the toughest case of your day.
Such is the life of the Legislacerator.
Your TROLLIAN account is inevitableIntermediary and yoU savE thE besT partS oF whaT yoU saY untiL thE END.
What do you do?
Your name is AETHAL NEZZAR and you are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS old. Although as any self respecting soon-to-be experienced LEGISLACERATOR knows, THE BIG SNOOZE can creep up on anyone regardless of age, and so you endeavour to be as ATTENTIVE and DETECTIVE-LIKE as possible.
Your primary interests are THE LAW and FATE, as well as attending to your expansive library of ACTION-THEMED MEDIA. Countless posters for TROLL ACTION MOVIES adorn your walls and you can safely say you've seen them all, although you loathe to admit that you do so for your enjoyment as well as for training as a MAVERICK LAW ENFORCER ON THE EDGE, which you're pretty sure it's your destiny to become.
You are currently in the converted prison warden's office that doubles as your RESPITEBLOCK. Having only recently woken up, dressed yourself and donned your precious DIGITAL CRIME-SLEUTHING COMPU-SHADES you are now feeling sufficiently investigative and hard boiled to start your day. You cannot hear your LUSUS howling, which means he's not tracking you. Yet. The wall opposite your door is filled by your giant CRIME-PUTER which has been largely useless ever since you got given your precious COMPU-SHADES, although you're fairly sure it now counts as a load-bearing element in the room so you leave it where it is. It's also good for playing games, although you insist it is INTERACTIVE CRIME BUSTING TRAINING.
In the corner of the room is your RECUPERACOON, which you know for a fact IS A PIECE OF SHIT but are unable to replace due to the fact it won't fit out the DOOR. The table beside it has a well worn copy of THE BOOK OF FATE which you're certain you'll actually get around to reading at some point. Outside of your window all you can see are SNOW and MOUNTAINS because that's all there is out there. The fact your Hive was once a PRISON probably explains why it's so remote, although you could never figure out why anyone would build such a big prison in the first place. You blame MISAPPROPRIATION OF GOVERNMENT FUNDS.
Beside your window is your GUN HOLSTER HOLSTER, a handy leather container in which you can store your gun's handy leather container. You are shocked to realise that both your gun and holster have somehow ABSCONDED. Opposite the window is your CLOTHES LOCKER, filled with identical pairs of your outfit, as well as your FLARP OUTFIT.
Propped up against your wall is your ARMS CHEST.
Your COMPU-SHADES are utilizing their patented YELLOW AUGMENTED REALITY DISPLAY to remind you that you should have been awake hours ago, and that those late mornings at the TARGET RANGE are taking their toll. It seems you'd best get up and about as you have a burglary on your hands, and it'll probably be the toughest case of your day.
Such is the life of the Legislacerator.
Your TROLLIAN account is inevitableIntermediary and yoU savE thE besT partS oF whaT yoU saY untiL thE END.
What do you do?
((OOC: I realise this is the same format as Meiran used, but it's just too wonderful. You rock Meiran.))