======> Veraxe: End Tyranny

[veraxe]

You are now a COLD-BLOODED KILLER, who DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT.

But you suppose a little exposition is in order.

Your name is VERAXE DESTAR, and you are a terrifying SEVEN SWEEPS OLD. Terrifying because your lusus is HIS HONOURABLE TYRANNY and has been trying to kill you for YEARS. Anyone who has lasted that long is AN ALARMING TROLL WHO ONE WOULD BE WISE NOT TO FUCK WITH.

You have a RELATIVELY NARROW BAND OF INTERESTS, which are, in order of preference, TROLL JAMES BOND (and the associated audiovisual narrative presentations of his exploits), KILLING OTHER TROLLS, CONSUMING ALCOHOL, and engaging in CASUAL EXCHANGE OF GENETIC MATERIAL, which you've done an UNUSUAL NUMBER OF TIMES for a YOUNG TROLL BARELY OUT OF THE GRUBSACK.

You are roughly in the middle of the HEMOSPECTRUM, which is just fine for you because you DON'T PARTICULARLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT. You have personally murdered FOUR RUSTBLOODS, TWO BROWNBLOODS, another unfortunate TEALBLOOD who wished to inquire after the murder of the aforementioned RUSTBLOODS, several BLUEBLOODS, because seriously FUCK THOSE GUYS, and a few HIGHBLOODS, who you can never be bothered to tell apart. Some have fins.

You do NOT PARTICULARLY CARE. You mostly kill people by GARROTING THEM FROM BEHIND, though you are known to employ a VARIETY OF UNORTHODOX AND HIGHLY INVENTIVE METHODS. You often gore trolls with your HORNS, which are your PRIDE AND JOY, and are DAMN SEXY (and you know it doo doo doo doo doo).

"Girl look at that body,
Girl look at that body,
Girl look at that body,
I work out!

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see,
Everybody stops and they staring at me,
I got passion in my pants,
And I ain't afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it;
I'm sexy and I know it."

-- Romantic poet, Troll T.S. Elliot

For the past two years you have been TRYING TO MURDER YOUR LUSUS. For the most part he has RECIPROCATED and seems to APPROVE. In the INTRICATE DANCE of LIFE, DEATH, and BITTER HATRED between you, you think he is REALLY QUITE PROUD OF YOU. You are APPROPRIATELY PLEASED THAT HE IS PROUD, though this willl not stop you from CRACKING HIM LIKE THE OVERGROWN CRAB HE IS.

Your CONTACTS, since you don't have any ACQUAINTANCES and think that ROMANCE IS BULLSHIT, know you as hepticHeartbreak, and you Clarifying explanation: Always talk with precision.

You are about to KILL SOMEONE. They have NO IDEA YOU ARE BEHIND THEM.

What do you do?

[ross]

======> Veraxe: Administer hugs.

[veraxe]

======> administer hugs

You SNEAK UP BEHIND the UNSUSPECTING TROLL. You think this is another INDIGOBLOOD. HIS HONOURABLE TYRANNY usually recruits YOUNG RUFFIANIHILATORS to CHALLENGE YOU, though he'd really be better served by a CLEVER TEALBLOOD SUCH AS YOURSELF.

You do have a TINY BIT OF BLOODPRIDE.

The troll does NOT SUSPECT YOU. Given his SUPERIOR PHYSICAL STRENGTH, you decide to go for a quick kill that he can't prevent with BRUTE FORCE.

You ADMINISTER HUGS.

By which you mean to say you get him in a REAR NAKED CHOKEHOLD. As you do you activate your GADGETKIND and equip your DEADLY SPYWATCH AND SPYGLASSES. Your DEADLY SPYWATCH'S ELECTROSHOCK ADMINISTRATION APPARATUS extends and CATCHES THE RUFFIANAHILIATOR IN THE THROAT, leaving you free to CHOKE THE BITCH OUT.

He slowly passes out, TWITCHING A WHOLE BUNCH AS HE DOES SO. You BREAK HIS NECK once he stops resisting. You smirk at the corpse and think of delivering a WITTY ONE-LINER, but think better of it.

There is DANGER AFOOT.

You are presently in the UPMOST RING of the GIANT DOME which makes up your hive. It is really less a hive and more a DWELLING PLACE FOR YOUR MIGHTY LUSUS to dwell in, given his CONSIDERABLE SIZE and frequent MURDERING OF HIS ATTENDANTS.

You're the only one he's chosen, though, which makes you feel PRETTY SPECIAL.

If you want to get DOWN IN THE PIT to MURDERKILL your lusus, you will need to descend through the MIDMOST RING and LOWMOST RING of the dome. Your personal respiteblock is located in the MIDMOST RING. There is another troll DOWN THE HALL, however, and though he does not know you are here, he is on orders to KILL YOU.

All of HIS HONOURABLE TYRANNY'S attendants are, anyway, so that doesn't bother you. Besides, he might have a SUPERHEATED-LEAD EXPELLING MURDERWEAPON, which would probably fit into your GADGETKIND, and is the SIGNATURE WEAPON OF TROLL JAMES BOND.

You REALLY WANT ONE OF THOSE, and you'll PROBABLY HAVE TO KILL HIM ANYWAY.

What do you do?

[lofora]

==> Veraxe: Employ diplomacy to forge a beautiful friendship, then, hug him.

[veraxe]

======> Employ diplomacy to forge a beautiful friendship, then, hug him.

It occurs to you to employ downright BONDIAN deception and SPYBUSINESS to take out this next troll. This is an idle thought which your EQUAL PARTS BLOODTHIRSTY AND STYLISH mind LATCHES ONTO WITH ZEAL.

You bend over the corpse of the RECENTLY DECEASED RUFFIANIHILATOR and cut his cheek using your DEADLY SPYWATCH's HIDDEN KNIFE, such that his INDIGO BLOOD FLOWS FREELY.

This is crucial to your plan.

You then CUT YOUR OWN ARM in such a fashion as to provide only a PURELY SUPERFICIAL WOUND. Your GORGEOUS TEAL BLOOD spills out of your arm, but you quickly inject the wound with a PARALYSING AGENT from your DEADLY SPYWATCH'S MISCELLANEOUS ADMINISTRATIVE NEEDLE. The blood CEASES TO FLOW, and you quickly WIPE IT AWAY.

You smear INDIGO BLOOD on your arm instead.

Damn, you're smooth.

You then remove the STYLISH SPY SUIT you are wearing in lieu of a MORE REVEALING OUTFIT, which reveals your IMPRESSIVE MUSCULATURE. You are HARDLY AS INTIMIDATING AS A RUFIANIHILATOR, but you should be able to pass for one at a glance, at least.

You walk up to the OTHER TROLL down the hall. You salute him as he sees you. He IMMEDIATELY RAISES A SUPERHEATED-LEAD EXPELLING MURDERWEAPON.

Excellent.

SPOILER: Click to show

INCREDIBLY WELL-DISGUISED TEALBLOOD: GREETINGS, C(-)MP/-\TR(-)T
INCREDIBLY WELL-DISGUISED TEALBLOOD: I BELIEVE OUR QU/-\RRY IS AF(-)(-)T

He falls for it HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER, which fills you with GIDDY AND MURDEROUS DELIGHT. He approaches you casually, NOT EXPECTING HE'S ABOUT TO DIE.

You SWEEP HIS LEGS OUT FROM BENEATH HIM, TAKING HIM BY SURPRISE. He falls to the ground flailing like a RETARDED WINDMILL someone just pushed over. He reaches for his SUPERHEATED-LEAD EXPELLING MURDERWEAPON, but you KNOCK IT FROM HIS HANDS with a PRECISION STRIKE TO HIS WRIST. You IMMEDIATELY MANOEUVRE BEHIND HIM and extend the DEATHHUGGING METALWIRE from your DEADLY SPYWATCH. You wrap it around the indigoblood's throat and HUG IT OUT, BITCH.

This kills him EXTREMELY QUICKLY. You TAKE THE SUPERHEATED-LEAD EXPELLING MURDERWEAPON.

You feel MUCH MORE BONDIAN. At least 40%.

You add the SUPERHEATED-LEAD EXPELLING MURDERWEAPON to your STRIFE SPECIBUS. It becomes a TOGGLE-ABLE OPTION in your GADGETKIND. Using the gun, DEADLY SPYWATCH, and SPYGLASSES at once would be a TOUCH EXCESSIVE.

You stick to the DEADLY SPYWATCH AND SPYGLASSES for now, since your SPYGLASSES have any number of FASCINATING AND USEFUL viewing modes.

Also several dozen STUPID ONES. You need to get down to the MIDMOST LEVEL.

What do you do?

[lofora]

==> Veraxe: Toggle through stupid viewing models.

[veraxe]

======> Toggle through stupid viewing models.

No, that is STUPID. You would never use the STUPID VIEWING MODELS.

Unfortunately on the way to INFRARED VISION you wind up going through most of them anyway.

The first is the EVERYTHING IS BLUE viewing model, which was designed purely for cobaltblood fetishists. It does not cause any SEXUAL STIMULATION IN YOU.

Rather, EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE.

You switch to the next model. It is the FISH MODEL.

EVERYTHING APPEARS AS FISH.

It is EXTREMELY DISORIENTING.

You quickly switch the hell out of this mode. The next mode lets you SEE SOUNDS.

It is EVEN WORSE THAN THE FISH ONE AKFNLSKDF PANIC

Okay whew INFRARED VISION.

Now you can proceed with STEALTH AND EXPERTISE.

You DO SO.

You stealth your way down the LATITUDINALLY DECLINING CORRIDOR to reach the MIDMOST LEVEL. There are SEVERAL TROLLS on this level, apparently LOOKING FOR YOU.

You're touched. His Honourable Tyranny is acknowledging your prowess.

[lofora]

==> Veraxe: ABSCOND ABSCOND ABSCOND