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Post by miitwona on Nov 6, 2012 6:31:33 GMT -6
>AETERN: HUNT [/size][/b] You are already doing that. Your name is AETERN LACUNA and today marks the halway point between your last wiggling day and your next. Unlike many other trolls, you do not see a reason to be ASHAMED of your past failings, as you always strive to be SUPERIOR every year. If you had to list some of your FAVORITE things they would consist of RIFLES and THE CONDESCE. You are MADLY IN LOVE with the ruler of your species and have managed to convince yourself that she is just TROLL TSUNDERE when she has you thrown back into the ocean.
Back to the matter at hand: you are currently HUNTING. It is one of the rare days when your CUSTODIAN sleeps until the next nightfall, so you have taken this GLORIOUS OPPORTUNITY to do some BOUNTY HUNTING. Unfortunately, you have lost the trail. WHAT DO YOU DO?
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Post by ThreeAM on Nov 6, 2012 10:27:39 GMT -6
======>: Explain to your parents the difference between a mental sickness and a career.
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Post by miitwona on Nov 6, 2012 20:05:05 GMT -6
>AETERN: ABANDON HUNT [/size][/b] You are overcome with the compulsion to defend your life choices to your lusus. You jackknife into the ocean and do your best impression of a torpedo. You are now approaching the grotto where your lusus makes her home. Spying the giant mass of white tentacles, claws, and that giant beak, you slow down and touch down on the seafloor just a few feet in front of her.
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Aetern: mother.
Aetern: i wish to explain to you why I have chosen the profession i have.
To your immense surprise, you notice one massive eye roll open and stare down at you. You feel Gl'bgolyb's mind become tethered to your own. You have never understood why your mother can break through the shield in your mind, you have just learned to accept it as a mother's love. She proceeds to question you about your psychotic need to shoot things in the head.
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Aetern: i am not psychotic.
Aetern: i am a sniper.
Aetern: it is a perfectly respectable profession.
Aetern: it is the galactic era, mother.
Aetern: males are no longer relegated simply to the ruffianihilators.
Her one eye gives you the most disapprovingest stare you've ever been on the receiving end of. You feel a powerful shame creep over you. She points out that you didn't explain why you feel a compulsion to shoot the heads off of things.
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Aetern: because it is the most efficient method of killing a troll.
Gl'bgolyb's stare bores into your very soul.
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Aetern: ...
Aetern: because it is fun.
You feel a small tentacle slide behind you and proceed to pat you on the back. Gl'bgolyb proceeds to tell you how proud she is that you are finally being honest with yourself.
After several moments and an awkward attempt at hugging your gargantuan lusus, you swim away. Such is a mother's love.
You begin contemplating other things to do.
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