Trol Seasson 2/3

[Darth_Energon]

MOV: Eat the fucking Fallout 4 Pip-Boy Edition Limited Edition Fallout 4 Pip-Boy 3000 mark IV

[Dalmationer]

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Ha ha! Yep that’s you!
Wait…..

gamerHater (666 Cheevos) Moved to Forum Adventures.
groceryGhoul (0 cheevos) oh shit doxxed.
griffonGyre (3 cheevo): DOX
grumblyGtumbly (1 cheevo): WOOOOOOOOOOHHH
goingGone (2 cheevo): OH NO DOXXED
groceryGhoul (0 cheevos) hey whered my cheevo go

THE GAMER POLICE ARE HERE.
WHAT DO?!?!?!
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[Darth_Energon]

Use your powers of the Gamer of Good and [S] RISE UP

[Dalmationer]

and just what the FUCK do you think this is?
do you think im some kind of palooka
do you chumpmunch?

[Dalmationer]

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THE BOYS IN BLUE CAN’T BLUE SKIDOO







The bibble says that a rich camel can’t pass through the eye of a needle into heaven, and the same is true for cops, because they know only sin.


You exit skidoospace in your LANDING. The cops police don’t seem to be onto you yet. You wish you knew how to get out of your underwater mansion, but alas, You’re a GAMER! To leave your abode is most ungamerly.

Oh, woe, to be trapped in your house
It would seem that you’re
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You HEAD up to the surface, but it feels like you’re being watched…
What do
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[Fisk]

> ocean: flood

[Sylandrophol]

go downstairs and eat the BIDEO JAMES CONTROLLER you left in the couch for increased sustenance and power against the gamer police. what are they going to do? arrest you?

[Fisk]

You close your eyes.










A desert, networked by power lines and roads. Scraggly trees, sprouting up at great distances from each other to maximize resources in the arid soil. In the distance, a monstrous bridge left standing purposeless after the Thirty-third Great Empire of His Royal Heighness Baron von Duke of King Prince Elfward son of President Murderboy drained the great lake of all its contents as part of a resalination project for all the world’s remaining fresh water. On the side of the road, a vehicle, parked. Its cargo, baking in the morning sun.




Its occupant, asleep.

Name the person >_

[BrobyDDark]

>Person: Be named "GOOGOO KATCHOO"

[Generalrabogolfo]

>person:nosrep

[Darth_Energon]

Person: be Stupid Nitwit

[Fisk]

rupert murdoch

[Dalmationer]

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Your name is STARRE REIDER, and you awaken on the LONELY ROAD. Much of Trolternia is desolate wasteland outside of TROL MIAMI, and that leads TRUXOM SUNBINCHES like you plenty of space to roam.


You have awoken in the sleeper cab of your vehicle and home, the GORGONSOLAR, which serves as the base of operations for your infamous PIRATE RADIO STATION. The wals are adorned by your beloved BEEFCAKE ILLUSTRATIONS, and upon your bedside table lies the CRYSTAL BASKETBALL you use to DUNK SICK HOOPS INTO THE NETHERWORLD using your EVIL EYE.


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[Fisk]

> consume high quality cigars

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You warm up in preparation. While REGULAR BASKETBALL encourages stiff, stiltlike LEGS so as to achieve greater height, the key to a good SPIRITUAL MORNING DUNK is all in the arms. When you feel the rush of lubricating motor oil in your CARPAL TUNNELS, you let ‘er fly.







As the CRYSTAL BASKETBALL enters SATAN’S CRADLE, your EVIL EYE is able to pierce the veile into another world… the “INSIDE OUT”

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what to do >_

[Darth_Energon]

Fuck You Troll: Obtain Infinity Gauntlet

[Morphimus]

Starre: Watch your favorite show, Boners.

[Generalrabogolfo]

<Starre; slap J.K.Rowl in the face

[Fisk]

It’s the superherpe himself, JOHN ASHCROFT! When you were just a wee tyke shooting hoops alone in the basketball court, he came to you and invited you to his wondrous world of the Netherlands. He gave you the EVIL EYE that lets you see into the Inside OUt whenever you had a spare bit of MANA and a few STOCK OPTIONS. You made so many great friends here when you were a young’un, rampaging around the WELFARE MAZE or balancing on the edge of the PRECIPICE OF SUPPLY SIDE. You trust John Ashcroft implicitly.




Oh, and it looks like the other Avengers are Assembling down in the WELFARE MAZE! Look, it’s Robin and Batman! Those guys are the FACIAL RECOGNITION DEVELOPERS for John Ashcroft’s next bid for “four more years”. You don’t know exactly what it’s four more years of. When you try to contemplate the political situation here, your VISION gets fuzzy.











You can’t PUNCH anyone here without PHYSICALLY EXISTING IN THE DARK PLACE! You instead throw your crystal basketball at her a few times.

































Oh, come on.














Ok.






>_

[Fisk]

> be mov