Scroll Keeper
Remember the many times in life where you play a game or something and there'll be this one enemy, that massive pain in the ass that refuse to die no matter how many times you inflict combo after combo on it, the one mage that has an unlimited supply of mana that enables him to cast spell after spell and summon creature after creature, or simply that one elf with such high agility that you can't ever harm it and even when you do chance upon a hit, the damage would be so insignificant that a simple level 1 heal will be enough for it to recover.
After all the fantasy talk which serves no real purpose, I'll get to the point finally, the troll scrolls are back. This time it's not just bits and bytes of data small, insignificant and easily accessible. This time it's back and it packs with it more punch and grease than ever before. As of when this article was written, I have not seen the scroll physically, it is still in the care of one of my very holy minions. It is still largely intact though a huge protion of it was exorcised, thrown away, by my holy minion's even more holy mother. It's always good to bask in the glory of the holy one but at times like this, I'd much rather the entire scroll be preserved. Valuable relics should never be tarnished, however gross the original scrolls are.
I'm now the official Scroll Keeper, elected by others without me being present and informed only when the decision is made, not that I'm complaining. I'm the only one with one foot in hell in the eyes of my type 2 minion rendering me the only one that will not suffer from the poison of the scrolls. I know that I'll have to get the scroll, what remains of it, from my type 2 minion as soon as humanly possible for every moment it remains in the house of the holy one, is a moment of agony for my type 2 minion, whom I'll address as NaCl from here on, and a danger of it being completely destroyed.
I know how much it takes out of NaCl to narrate to me the contents of the scroll through the very secure channel errected by Starhub and it pains me as I speak these words, that I put NaCl in such a grave position. Even without seeing the scroll, I can feel the raw oily energy radiating off it, piercing into my very being through NaCl and through the Nokia device used as a medium of communication. I feel NaCl contort and writhe in the raw grease of the scroll as she cast the codec on the troll cypher changing it to the words of man. Thereafter I feel her convolute into what I can only perceive as convulsions. I can hardly imagine the pain she feels and I pains me that I have to put my precious minion to such torture. For entertainment! I told myself as I chant the sacred 2 word incantation that is the very driving force behind me, the seat of my powers.
For entertainment... For entertainment...
After a painstaking 5 minutes of narration by NaCl along with some coaxing on my part to get her to say that which sends her into convulsions, I finally caught a glimsp of the much talked about, highly debated and very much sought after troll scroll which will soon be in my care. I must admit, I want it now more than ever.
For entertainment... For entertainment... For entertainment...
I'm so full of shit.
After all the fantasy talk which serves no real purpose, I'll get to the point finally, the troll scrolls are back. This time it's not just bits and bytes of data small, insignificant and easily accessible. This time it's back and it packs with it more punch and grease than ever before. As of when this article was written, I have not seen the scroll physically, it is still in the care of one of my very holy minions. It is still largely intact though a huge protion of it was exorcised, thrown away, by my holy minion's even more holy mother. It's always good to bask in the glory of the holy one but at times like this, I'd much rather the entire scroll be preserved. Valuable relics should never be tarnished, however gross the original scrolls are.
I'm now the official Scroll Keeper, elected by others without me being present and informed only when the decision is made, not that I'm complaining. I'm the only one with one foot in hell in the eyes of my type 2 minion rendering me the only one that will not suffer from the poison of the scrolls. I know that I'll have to get the scroll, what remains of it, from my type 2 minion as soon as humanly possible for every moment it remains in the house of the holy one, is a moment of agony for my type 2 minion, whom I'll address as NaCl from here on, and a danger of it being completely destroyed.
I know how much it takes out of NaCl to narrate to me the contents of the scroll through the very secure channel errected by Starhub and it pains me as I speak these words, that I put NaCl in such a grave position. Even without seeing the scroll, I can feel the raw oily energy radiating off it, piercing into my very being through NaCl and through the Nokia device used as a medium of communication. I feel NaCl contort and writhe in the raw grease of the scroll as she cast the codec on the troll cypher changing it to the words of man. Thereafter I feel her convolute into what I can only perceive as convulsions. I can hardly imagine the pain she feels and I pains me that I have to put my precious minion to such torture. For entertainment! I told myself as I chant the sacred 2 word incantation that is the very driving force behind me, the seat of my powers.
For entertainment... For entertainment...
After a painstaking 5 minutes of narration by NaCl along with some coaxing on my part to get her to say that which sends her into convulsions, I finally caught a glimsp of the much talked about, highly debated and very much sought after troll scroll which will soon be in my care. I must admit, I want it now more than ever.
For entertainment... For entertainment... For entertainment...
I'm so full of shit.
BY Neo :: 9:45 PM
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