Trollslum Act 2: Under siege by planet Jupiter

Aldurin · 04-27-2011, 05:14 PM

>Be someone less clueless.

You succeed so hard you actually manage to be Herpey.

Death continues to feast within the distant craters, but you know that he won't stay there forever.

The situation would probably hilarious from an outside perspective, but right now you have to live through it. Given the chatlogs that you've monitored from your personal terminal and the meteors approaching outside, it looks like shit is going to crash down on you all at once and your only hope will be him. You really wish you picked a different troll to raise, anyone but Aldurin. Other dysfunctions would have been more tolerable than inducing apocalypses for mere games.

And he probably still believes that the deaths of the wards for the other psychotic juveniles were coincidence, merely bad luck at an inconvenient time. But you can't rule that out, you can't risk letting your guard down in the case that some arcane force truly is orchestrating your unsuspecting death.

You turn away from your personal terminal for the mainframe, one of the few pieces of work that kid has done right, and get back to work on your project. The energy rifle you're building should be versatile enough for skirmishes with whatever might come in and try to kill you, should it ever come to that.

You carefully wire in the power core . . . and you won't stop feeling this urge to cross the circuit connections. The resulting overload would detonate the rifle and surely kill you, and you begin to feel a sick feeling of dread as you're expertise attempts to turn against you.

You quickly force the wiring into the correct positions and push the rifle away from you. Your heart pounding, you finally realize that death is out to find you, and this time it's becoming more resourceful.

You begin to assess possible escape options, since staying with Aldurin is now more dangerous than ever. You doubt you could escape the blast radius in time, but staying on the mountain long enough to go wherever Aldurin is supposed to end up may work.

As much as you don't like it, you're going to have to assist that irresponsible troll in his survival. Then you should have time to seek out sanctuary from mortality.

>Wait, what?

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04-27-2011, 05:14 PM	#13
Aldurin Lakitu Join Date: Feb 2010 Posts: 4,648	>Be someone less clueless. You succeed so hard you actually manage to be Herpey. Death continues to feast within the distant craters, but you know that he won't stay there forever. The situation would probably hilarious from an outside perspective, but right now you have to live through it. Given the chatlogs that you've monitored from your personal terminal and the meteors approaching outside, it looks like shit is going to crash down on you all at once and your only hope will be him. You really wish you picked a different troll to raise, anyone but Aldurin. Other dysfunctions would have been more tolerable than inducing apocalypses for mere games. And he probably still believes that the deaths of the wards for the other psychotic juveniles were coincidence, merely bad luck at an inconvenient time. But you can't rule that out, you can't risk letting your guard down in the case that some arcane force truly is orchestrating your unsuspecting death. You turn away from your personal terminal for the mainframe, one of the few pieces of work that kid has done right, and get back to work on your project. The energy rifle you're building should be versatile enough for skirmishes with whatever might come in and try to kill you, should it ever come to that. You carefully wire in the power core . . . and you won't stop feeling this urge to cross the circuit connections. The resulting overload would detonate the rifle and surely kill you, and you begin to feel a sick feeling of dread as you're expertise attempts to turn against you. You quickly force the wiring into the correct positions and push the rifle away from you. Your heart pounding, you finally realize that death is out to find you, and this time it's becoming more resourceful. You begin to assess possible escape options, since staying with Aldurin is now more dangerous than ever. You doubt you could escape the blast radius in time, but staying on the mountain long enough to go wherever Aldurin is supposed to end up may work. As much as you don't like it, you're going to have to assist that irresponsible troll in his survival. Then you should have time to seek out sanctuary from mortality. >Wait, what?