#trolloled

[nihils-trolls]

"Yeaah, I dunno about MuCh praCtiCal testing, unless I MagiCallY find a good range."

=> Where exactly have you been testing things? Don't worry about it. Testing smaller weapons than ol' "Jenni" here have been far easier to do just about anywhere.

=> A couple gunshots aren't entirely out of place in the lowblood district, or out in the middle of nowhere. Several hundred on the other hand...

"I'M sure I'll figure soMethin' out."

"There's a few reasons it's CustoM- one of theM is the traCking thing. Another is this fits waY better in MY grip. Know the ins n' outs of it like the baCk of MY hand."

=> After you take your gun back, you reload the clip back in and then put it back in your holster.

=> You then listen, and watch as the golem picks up the brick- then shatters it to pieces. You can't help but grimace a bit, since it looks like that wasn't exactly the intended result.

=> The point is definitely made.

"HM. Have You thought about throwing in a liMit switCh?"

=> Your tone says you're not being very serious, but.. you also kind of are. Anyway, you're pretty sure that's not going to be desired given the end goal for this thing.

"MeasureMents would be good. With those, I Could at least sketCh up a prototYpe. MaYbe even figure out a Material budget."

"... SinCe that's gonna take soMe tiMe, I figure I'M also gonna need soMe waY of ContaCting You, n' viCe versa. So here, leMMe just..."

=> Business cards. Of course now, you'd want one. Why did you tell yourself they weren't necessary again?

=> .. Right. Because of the distinct *lack* of business. Anyway, you reach for a nearby notepad, and pull a pen out of your pocket to jot down your contact info. You then tear off the small sheet of paper, then offer it to your guest here.

"╪he ╪heory is sound. Prac╪ical ╪es╪ing would help de╪er/\/\ine ╪he correc╪ cu╪-off ╪e/\/\pera╪ures versus calcula╪ion."

"Of course, i╪ would also be a lo╪ /\/\ore expensive, no╪ ╪o /\/\en╪ion loud."

=> You can't really offer any suggestions on the calculation. You don't just have that sort of math on demand in your head.

"Could also jus╪ force an au╪o/\/\a╪ic cu╪-off af╪er X seconds of firing wi╪hin Y ╪i/\/\efra/\/\e, bu╪ ╪ha╪ will probably ge╪ so/\/\eone killed so/\/\ehow."

=> You and your golem both look up towards the ceiling at the sound of scratching. The robot looks away from it more quickly than you do, after determining there was no threat.

=> You shrug at her mention of the lusus giving up. It didn't particularly bother you, but it was definitely better to remain separate from it. Lusii had a habit of getting in the way of everything.

"Gole/\/\, suppor╪ /\/\e."

=> The robot moves to you and places one hand on your shoulder. It isn't actually holding you so much as just hovering its hand close enough that you can't stumble about. You leave your cane leaning against it.

=> You take the pistol after she finishes checking it, taking care to immediately lock the slide back and double check the chamber is empty.

=> You then heft the gun slightly in one hand, testing the weight, then point it towards the floor and squint down the sights. You can't place what model this is exactly meant to be, by your estimation it is indeed an entirely custom job, but everything appears to be working fine. Well, it could just explode when fired, but given the wear on it you somewhat doubt it.

"Defini╪ely see/\/\s co/\/\pe╪en╪ly /\/\ade, looks like i╪'s all cus╪o/\/\."

"Didn'╪ wan╪ a record of a purchase anywhere? Can'╪ bla/\/\e you if so. ╪hey ╪rack every╪hing. Hell, I'/\/\ pre╪╪y sure ╪hey ╪rack ╪he guns ╪he/\/\selves in so/\/\e places."

"No need for calipers. I can ╪ell you're a╪ leas╪ no╪ /\/\aking shi╪ up when you say you can /\/\ake a decen╪ cus╪o/\/\ job."

=> You offer the gun back to her, taking your cane back as the golem silently releases you.

"╪ell you wha╪, how abou╪ we s╪ar╪ wi╪h ╪he si/\/\ples╪ idea? ╪he cus╪o/\/\ handgun. If every╪hing co/\/\es ou╪ good ╪here, ╪ha╪'ll be ╪he clincher."

"I╪'s gonna have ╪o fi╪ in ╪his ╪in can's hands properly ╪hough. If you need ╪o do /\/\easure/\/\en╪s, now would be ╪he ╪i/\/\e."

"And I'/\/\ no╪ kidding abou╪ ╪he durabili╪y. Here. I brough╪ ╪his ╪o de/\/\ons╪ra╪e."

=> You take out a solid brick that you stole from a decrepit, crumbling wall. Now made even more decrepit and crumbling. You first direct the golem to grab an empty bin and bring it over, then you over the brick to it- specifically over the bin.

"Hold ╪his."

=> It dutifully grabs the brick from you in one hand. The item immediately fractures in several places, then after little more than a second, shatters and breaks apart into dust, which slowly wafts down into the bin. You rub your eyes with a hand. You didn't even tell it to try clenching its hand more than necessary.

[ase-trollplays]

>> You're a little nervous about seeing Deviex. It took you and Florah a while to get through the forest to the coordinates Damath sent you ages ago when he first suggested him. Hopefully he can figure out what the ear attacks are about and find a way to fix them.

>> Eventually, the three of you -- As is usually the case when Florah leaves her hive, she brought Feriya along -- reach Deviex's hive, which is built into the base of the mountain. Hopefully Florah remembered the excuse you came up with to explain why you brought her so he doesn't somehow take offense to you bringing a companion along.

>> After a moment of mental preparation, you knock on the door and wait for him to answer.

@trolloled

[raitrolling]

artists are sweating every time they colourpick from a photo and notice that what they thought was hue 359 is actually hue 0. dont think about the implications, dont think about the implications......

[cloudbattrolls]

CRISTA: get some assistance.

You didn’t want to do this, but beggars absolutely can’t be choosers, and if you had a choice you wouldn’t have an irate fae snapping at your heels to begin with.

Her jaws miss by inches as you make a noise that is definitely not a yelp, and manage to get off one more short-range teleportation spell to get you just close enough to your dumb, unlucky friend’s collaborator’s hive to limp toward it, out of breath, and knock on his door.

“Kormut!” You pant, wiping sweat off your face (ugh, your hair is ruined).

“Kormut, I really, really need you to let me in right now, starshine, because I am in a heap of trouble and I need your help. Yes - I need your help, you can laugh later, just open the door before I expire in the mouth of a - never mind, with you here if I speak that it might happen.”

You take in more deep breaths to your poor, tired lungs and try to regain some composure. If a great sodding plague beast is going to eat you, you might as well face it with some class.

[armed-flight]

name randomizer gave me trollol and killer?? is killer even allowed. who is naming their dragons killer

[12thperigeeball]

Party Crash

Ball Writing Contest Nominee No. 1

Link to Submission: Blog post / Toyhou.se Submitted by: Trolloled This drabble features: Xrumon Arigah, Platar Hacalo This drabble is… [X] Platonic [ ] Romantic

[raitrolling]

but does he have wisdom about why jon arbuckle has a dumpy in the garfield meme version, is the real question

[cloudbattrolls]

I know what you are. Double gay.

(Don't let the chest fool you, Crista is still a they/them.)

[cloudbatcave]

@trolloled

op turned off reblogs but i want this post on my blog

[camiefromstatefarm]

Rick Riordan

JK Rowling (pronounced like 'rolling')

Rick Rowling

Rickrolling???

Oh my gosh-

[just-more-trolls]

Closed w/ @trolloled

> You sat in your car as Anaisa climbed out and slammed the door the moment your words left and died on your lips. You knew she wasn’t actually mad at you. It was the stress of it all. Still..it didn’t stop you from feeling hurt on top of the clear trauma you two went through to even get to Ankiro’s hive. You could kick yourself for choosing the south route.

> You stared down into your palmhusk. A message from Kanisa telling you to be safe and that she was with a new friend at his village but that she’d check on your hive and lusii if and when she’s in the area. It put your mind into some ease but the whole ordeal still kept it reeling.

> If what Anaisa said was true..was this the end-times? Did you cause it trying to fuck around with things you probably shouldn’t have? And what of your other friends? Are they safe?

> One troll suddenly came to mind and your face pales. He definitely would be dumb enough to try to fly headlong into that bullshit. Your fingers FLY across your phone’s screen in panicked tapping.

-- timidApothecary[TA] began trolling  aeronauticalMachismo[AM] --

TA: portec..?

TA: portec ple@se @nswer..

TA: @re you ok??

TA: where @re you right now???

[bastsoldtrollblog]

cracks myself up with the mental image of ro taking off his mask to spit water in the face of someone he doesnt like

[cloudbatcave]

@trolloled

[goddesstrolls-archive]

[raitrolling]

"Okay

the LLogic tracks

iLLLL LLet you have that one buddy

but damn maybe i shouLLd bake more often when ive got aLLLL this cake going to waste

fuLLfiLL the prophecy and whatnot"

[goddesstrolls]

@trolloled

Crash landing my gyrocopter directly in front of a Michelin star restaurant and stepping out completely unscathed, handing the keys to a valet who takes my spot in the wreckage and is immediately impaled by a metal rod and bleeds out in the cockpit