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oh my gog fef i knoww youre out and i cant get ahold of you so please check your husktop but today i saw a wwhale and it was the most glorious thing ivve evver seen in this city its really big like the lusus wwe used to hunt and it has horns a giant wwhale wwith horns fef contact me back wwhen you get back from wwhereevver or wwhatevver just find me ill be at our hivve by the sea
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the wwhale has been slain just look at this fuckin thing its bigger than my respiteblock back in alternia wwe havve enough to feast upon but fuck if im sharin with you grubby land dwwellers i dont care wwhat fef says you should all get your owwn cod damn gut fulfillments
Third Person: The thrill of conquest, when he besieges upon the weak citadels of land dwelling trolls, is to Eridan like candy is to a grubby child. Sweet and mindblowing. How he enjoys reaping the rare treasures and glorious prizes from the undeserving, crushing their pride, their dreams , goals, sometimes their guardians. (He does, however, leave their demise up to his partner in crime, Mindfang.)
The sting of defeat is something he has never felt, and never will because he is a beautiful animal with raw power that cannot be in abeyance within his person, no. He is a conqueror, a troll of militant and supremacy strength. His profile is like that of the idols of history which he closely studies to perfect his arabesque person. He is glorious like his victory.
Except not today.
Today is absolutely the worst day in Eridan’s young troll life. Never has he had a day as bad as this from the time he hatched as a grubby wriggler to this moment. No, today surely takes first place for being the most terrible moment of his life because he appears, from his perspectives, to be in a city that is ravaged by destruction. A city that has met its demise by doomsday measures and has since become a sad empty shell of it’s former days. But it is not the city that makes Eridan grind his ghastly teeth in frustration and scowl like the great people before him in a time of stress. No.
There is all this destruction around him staring him right in the husk. All this destruction in this one single city that he didn’t destroy! Blasphemy! No, bullshit blasphemy! That another troll could exist to wipe out another planet. (He’s pretty sure this isn’t Alternia because the buildings look nothing like the hives of his planet.) Eridan feels so angry at himself because of this. But he feels more angry at the poor sadsack of malarial spew who brought him here to rub their malarial spewin victory all over his face. He balls a fist, bopping himself in the head repeatedly albeit to his frustration. All while disregarding the nearby monsters that creep and lurk close by in the shadows that he’d been fighting up until the moment of realization of his evident failure.
But then, Eridan stops in another moment of apprehension. Perhaps this was a sign. A sign of blackdom. Had he at last finally founded his fated enemy, at last someone who would be linked to him with hatred, and at last the troll who would fulfill one of his quadrants needed during the brood.
At last dear readers, Eridan had found his kismesissitude in this desolated city which only infuriated Eridan (with excitement?) that they had made the first advancement upon him. He felt like saying ‘hurrah, dear readers, I am not a sad lonely glubber after all’ but that is completely absurd. And not to mention silly, after all, it is just him in this city. Him and his kismesis. But his black blush of thoughts was interrupted by a terrible yowel and in a moment, Eridan was back to shooting monsters. This time he shot monsters with all the rage that he could infinitely have in the divinities. It was a scene that was very dramatic like in a movie where the heroes girlfriend dies and he rides off into battle only to die in battle and discover that his girlfriend was a cheating hookie. Yes, this is exactly the kind of theatrical battle that Eridan ensues for with one final battle gurgle and a SHIT JUST GOT REAL pose he points his gun to the gloomy gray sky and shouts as lightning booms across the sky,
continued- end.
oh my gog fef i knoww youre out
and i cant get ahold of you so please check your husktop
but today i saw a wwhale
and it was the most glorious thing ivve evver seen in this city
its really big like the lusus wwe used to hunt
and it has horns
a giant wwhale wwith horns fef
contact me back wwhen you get back from wwhereevver
or wwhatevver
just find me
ill be at our hivve by the sea
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-- caligulasAquarium [CA] began trolling ducklingDrama [DD] --
the wwhale has been slain
just look at this fuckin thing its bigger than my respiteblock back in alternia
wwe havve enough to feast upon
but fuck if im sharin with you grubby land dwwellers
i dont care wwhat fef says
you should all get your owwn cod damn gut fulfillments
Third Person: The thrill of conquest, when he besieges upon the weak citadels of land dwelling trolls, is to Eridan like candy is to a grubby child. Sweet and mindblowing. How he enjoys reaping the rare treasures and glorious prizes from the undeserving, crushing their pride, their dreams , goals, sometimes their guardians. (He does, however, leave their demise up to his partner in crime, Mindfang.)
The sting of defeat is something he has never felt, and never will because he is a beautiful animal with raw power that cannot be in abeyance within his person, no. He is a conqueror, a troll of militant and supremacy strength. His profile is like that of the idols of history which he closely studies to perfect his arabesque person. He is glorious like his victory.
Except not today.
Today is absolutely the worst day in Eridan’s young troll life. Never has he had a day as bad as this from the time he hatched as a grubby wriggler to this moment. No, today surely takes first place for being the most terrible moment of his life because he appears, from his perspectives, to be in a city that is ravaged by destruction. A city that has met its demise by doomsday measures and has since become a sad empty shell of it’s former days. But it is not the city that makes Eridan grind his ghastly teeth in frustration and scowl like the great people before him in a time of stress. No.
There is all this destruction around him staring him right in the husk. All this destruction in this one single city that he didn’t destroy! Blasphemy! No, bullshit blasphemy! That another troll could exist to wipe out another planet. (He’s pretty sure this isn’t Alternia because the buildings look nothing like the hives of his planet.) Eridan feels so angry at himself because of this. But he feels more angry at the poor sadsack of malarial spew who brought him here to rub their malarial spewin victory all over his face. He balls a fist, bopping himself in the head repeatedly albeit to his frustration. All while disregarding the nearby monsters that creep and lurk close by in the shadows that he’d been fighting up until the moment of realization of his evident failure.
But then, Eridan stops in another moment of apprehension. Perhaps this was a sign. A sign of blackdom. Had he at last finally founded his fated enemy, at last someone who would be linked to him with hatred, and at last the troll who would fulfill one of his quadrants needed during the brood.
At last dear readers, Eridan had found his kismesissitude in this desolated city which only infuriated Eridan (with excitement?) that they had made the first advancement upon him. He felt like saying ‘hurrah, dear readers, I am not a sad lonely glubber after all’ but that is completely absurd. And not to mention silly, after all, it is just him in this city. Him and his kismesis. But his black blush of thoughts was interrupted by a terrible yowel and in a moment, Eridan was back to shooting monsters. This time he shot monsters with all the rage that he could infinitely have in the divinities. It was a scene that was very dramatic like in a movie where the heroes girlfriend dies and he rides off into battle only to die in battle and discover that his girlfriend was a cheating hookie. Yes, this is exactly the kind of theatrical battle that Eridan ensues for with one final battle gurgle and a SHIT JUST GOT REAL pose he points his gun to the gloomy gray sky and shouts as lightning booms across the sky,
“I WWILL FEEL THEIR BLOOD ON MY HANDS! TONIGHT!”