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Naked Troll Boxer
So, I'm sure you know that I have a penchant for the exotic,
and a little adventure off to pirateland is what brought me near
When I met Mr. Troll, I was terrified. I had never seen a live
troll, and my auntie told me that Trolls eat elfy girls like me
for breakfast/lunch/dinner/dessert. I tried to blend in with the
shadows, but my little blue crab, Bubbli, gave me away. Curse
you, Bubbli! What could I do? I cringed.
"Blah blah blah", I heard him say. He hadn't yet crunched
my bones. I shrugged, and he continued making conversation, as
boisterously (and intelligibly) as a babbling (but murky) brook.
"Wow", I said, "I thought you were going to crunch
my bones! Trolls can talk?!? What are you saying? What's your
name? Who is your flying serpent friend?" And then he shrugged,
confused. I laughed!
We started to get along, and build a fire, and dance around it.
He stank like a goat corpse but was very personable, for a monstrous
abomination. Then, he really surprised me.
Pointing at Bubbli, my adorable little crab, he danced like a
chicken and beared his fangs playfully. His winged viper swooped
and dove at my crab, and made a nuisance of himself.
"You want to challenge Bubbli?", I asked. I didn't
quite trust this troll, but I was in a playful enough mood.
"Charge!", I cried, and my crabby companion dove into
scales and feathers, and the fury of their frenzy sent up clouds
of red dust. The fight was long, and hilarious, but I lost myself
in giggles and then: Bubbli was dead!
Kneeling by his corpse and weeping, I was consoled little by
my troll friend. "YOU STINKY JERK!", I cried, "you
Shrugging apathetically, he watched as I tenderly resurrected
my perfect pet. Then, he got naked.
Naked, naked, naked. What we he doing?!? He ran to one of those
striped unicorns of the savannah, and punched it in the maw with
his naked fist! I was appalled. But then I giggled. Together,
we punched our way through the savage denizen, and beat our chests,
and hooted and hollered. "Yahoo!", I cried.
I tried to invite this crazy troll man to come with me to Booty
Bay, but how could I explain the request beyond pointing and guesturing?
He followed me, a little bit, but then I saw a Tauren! Terrified,
I ran and ran and ran, all the way to Rachet.
I wonder about this crazy troll, and where he is and what he
is doing. As time has passed, I have seen that there are indeed
an enlightened few that walk side-by-side no matter the faction,
in towns like Rachet and Booty Bay, and even a select few here
that discuss issues between the factions!
Where are you now, Crazy Naked Troll Boxer? Is there room for
cross-faction friendship in this crazy war-torn world? I don't
expect that I will ever meet that guy again, but he gets me wondering...