A troll sits in his room. Yes, an actual troll. No more cherubs, thank goodness to all.

==>Enter name

"Do not dare dishonor me with that gaG."

==>Enter name

D E N T E     P I S T R I S

Your name is Dente Pistris. You are a royal troll, with quite high blood. Not the highest, of course, but pretty damned high. As such, your hive is located under the water. If something were to happen to the heiress, you would be next in line to rule, and would also rule in her abscense. You doubt that will happen, though, which relieves you. You like the idea of ruling, but the other royals dislike you... You can only guess it be because of your unfilled quadrants and low culling count. But either way, they intimidate you, and as much as a leadership interests you, you would prefer any leadership over this one.

Speaking of things that fascinate you, you are also fascinated by THEORIES, ANIMALS, RELATIONSHIPS, and MULTIPLE WORLD THEORY. You might even call them INTERESTS. AlsO, You suppose it should be said that you speak by caging in your wordS. You do this in honour of your lusus, a great sharpbeast, or, as your best chum would describe it, a 'shark.' She always roleplaus as a species called a 'human'. It's quite fun, the way she pretends to be unknowledgable to all.

She likes to role play with you where you're the commander of a newly made world, and she's your second in command! It's definitely the thing of dreams. She's actually told you recently about a video game called Sburb, which lets you make your own universe as a a reward for winning. You were recently asked to be leader to a team playing a similar game; Sgrub! You and your best chum have agreeded to share notes.

Definitely the stuff of dreams... Wait.

==>Dente: Awake.

What the fucK? What do you mean awakE? You havent even woke up yeT--

Gogdamnit.

"AaarrgH!"

Gog, you HATE dream bubbles! You're gonna smack whoever got the gods made them!

==>Dente: Pan out.

You are in a small aircraft, equipped with lots and lots of computers, and your captouchlouged items. Your computer is monitoring a bunch of kids. Humans. From another, more successful session of Sgrub. You have monitored these guys for a good bit, but haven't had the need to make your prescense known. You have helped them, though, with your God tier powers.

==>what in the fuck just happened, troll kid?!

Ugh, your mind is hazy, again. Must be the dream bubbles.

==>come on, troll kid!! fill me in!!

It's demanding to know information about yourself. You... Guess that would help.

Your name is Dente Pistris, but we already are aware of that. You were the leader and sole survivor of your Sgrub session. I think we figured that as well. Oh, and your God tier is the Wizard of Heart. Oh. We didn't know that!

==>Examine computer.

Currently, you are watching your best chum run about her land. You decide it's finally time to talk to her. Its... Been a while, in both her and your time. In yours, about half a sweep. For her, it's been several. Last time you interacted... You'd say she was... Hm... Three and a half sweeps. Wow, that's way too long. You didn't even realize you were breaking the laws of time and space by talking to her then, back when she was three and a half, and you were a solid six. You just thought you were having fun with a younger troll. Hell, you could not be more wrong...

==>Contact.

GrandeurTopics began trolling AvidBadminton.

GT: HellO, CarilloN.
GT: Its been quite a whilE...
GT: Your new username is preferrable to your old onE.
GT: Id like to inquire to why your viewport is so darK.
GT: CarI?
GT: Its mE, DentE.
GT: Do you not remember mE?

==>Dente: Be Carillon.

You cannot be Carrilon, as she is currently going Grimdark.

==>

Huh. Seems she doesn't want to talk right now... Let's fast forward a bit, then, on her timeline.

Um.

Well.

This is uh.

Quite.

Uh.

Well then.

That is...

GT: UH.
GT: I am not to judgE.
GT: ReallY, I am noT, CarI.
GT: But i do need to inquire as to why you are snogging the arch agent of the gamE?