Anti-trolling, Fantasy Style

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

If you guys have read the MCG=Reviews-Games for Windows, you may recall that the topic deteriorated into a sword and steel fantasy type deal, until the topic got closed, and rightfully so, for being off-topic. Considering how that turned out, how many would be interested in doing a parody of the fighting against trolls in the same type of setting, as a somewhat sequel to the previous topic?

 

[josh797]

oh yes, i am so down for that! count me in!

 

[Larenxis]

I'd love to, but we need someone to play the troll. And it's just not funny if it's intentionally that way.

 

[josh797]

I'd love to, but we need someone to play the troll. And it's just not funny if it's intentionally that way.

do i hear a volunteer?

 

[PurpleRain]

Wow, I actually started something... now I know what a mother feels like. Blossom you beautiful thing.

 

[Hey Joe]

I'll wait a day to see if this thread gets locked, but then I'll jump in with full battle armour.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

I'd love to, but we need someone to play the troll. And it's just not funny if it's intentionally that way.

If we aim it at one specific person, then that would almost be flaming. Instead, how about we aim it at different aspects of trolling, like have one encompass flaming, another one with bad grammar and spelling, etc.

 

[Hey Joe]

Ah, what the hey?

The waves crashed upon the white rock face, pounding it and slowly eroding this ancient stone. It used to be seen from miles around, as it gleamed in the mid day sun, but today the sky brooded a threatening grey as the grass violently whipped against the steel boot of the man looking out at sea.

His long locks seemed to dance on the wind, as he held his cloak close to him. It was getting cold out, as it had been for quite a while. It had been one of the longest winters he could recall, and as he looked out onto the dark horizon, he had the feeling that this bitter cold would not end soon.

The man narrowed his eyes as his gaze pierced the approaching rain.

"Storm's a brewin'" he said, as he turned his back on angry Neptune and made for the town. He was going to need some help.

 

[cLoNe_cf]

He heads to the local traverns in search of some assistance...

He had been hearing rumors over the past months of some very unsavoury types hanging around. The type that would do anything for money with no questions asked. Mercenaries.

The rain began to fall as he hurried into the door of the city's many taverns to hide from the approaching storm.

"Gods damn it" he exclaims to no-one in particular as he shakes off his boots and peers through the dusky light.

He sees a man at the bar nursing a tankard of meed...

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Thebobmaster, sitting at the bar with the tankard of meed, barely registers the man walk through the door. Still troubled by memories of his previous battle, he wonders what happened to his fellow friends.

 

[The Reverend]

"How much do you think I'm going to pay that much for a +4 strength +4 stam leather belt? Go to hell!"
He walks away from the mysterious man with a bag floating above his head, signifying that he sells things. Still, his turning down of that offer raised his mercantilism skill by 2 points. 2D6 rolled in his head. Dam, just lost a charisma point for cursing at him.
A cold wind blew and howled as it past.
"Time for a drink" he thought, straightening his +3 hat of insightful posting, and headed into the tavern.

 

[tiredinnuendo]

I can play devil's advocate, since truly a bonfire has no purpose without the wood.

Note: I'm really, really bad at typing poorly. Here goes...

OMGz you all are such fucken lusers RP is for fagz and fags like you should not be doing this hear! IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT I SAY THEN SHUT UP AND DON'T READ IT!!!! YOUR MOTHERS ARE ALL WISHING THE EBORTED YOU SO YOU WOULDNT EMBAREASS THEM FOR BEING SO RETARDS ALL THE TIME LIKE THIS!!! JUST LEAVE IF YOU CANT UNDERSTAND THINGS!

- J

 

[The Reverend]

The flame caught him off guard, but his +4 elemental flame coat took most of the damage. He looked around for someone with a banstick, to deal with the situation. There was none. Dam. All he was carrying was a lesser dagger of witty response.
"I think you're in the wrong place, the gay bar is on the other side of town" he replied. He prepared himself for a response by equipping his +6 dictionary of grammatical confusion, to help throw his opponent off guard.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Well, the main reason I didn't aim it at a specific person was to avoid it seeming like a flaming, but whatever.

Thebobmaster stood, realizing that yet another troll was near. This time, he would join in the fight early, before it was out of control.

 

[teh0riginalb00n]

oMfg lolzorxzs I s teh 1337 WUn 4eva wid mah plus +a fajillion aWSUmnuSSS1111 hat Iss grAMma NERD festtime heRe?

 

[teh0riginalb00n]

I IS TRoLLHAX0RZSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111111111!

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Thebobmaster draws a gun and fires a single bullet in the direction of the troll.

 

[monodiabloloco]

I can play devil's advocate, since truly a bonfire has no purpose without the wood.

Note: I'm really, really bad at typing poorly. Here goes...

OMGz you all are such fucken lusers RP is for fagz and fags like you should not be doing this hear! IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT I SAY THEN SHUT UP AND DON'T READ IT!!!! YOUR MOTHERS ARE ALL WISHING THE EBORTED YOU SO YOU WOULDNT EMBAREASS THEM FOR BEING SO RETARDS ALL THE TIME LIKE THIS!!! JUST LEAVE IF YOU CANT UNDERSTAND THINGS!

- J

Heheh.. eborted...nice.
'A troll!' shouted the dark eyed wench as the door flew into the room with a splintering crash.
One small man with an eager gleam in his eye stood and pulled his heavy axe from his belt, "A troll? No. Just a lamb finding it's own way to slaughter."
The man then fell upon his own axe in a sudden fit of dispair at his own cheesy-ness. The head driving deep into his chest to the haft. He then crawled bleeding, gasping, undone; to grasp at the hem of the dark eyed wench.
His last shuddering breath used to utter the words, "Th..this is why I never..never became...an author."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Thebobmaster, realizing he stands alone, puts away his gun, then walks away. He knows there are more trolls out there, and more people willing to assist in their defeat.