==> BE THE YOYO ENTHUSIAST Your name is NISSIAC DERNTTL. You have a variety of interests and hobbies, including COLLECTING CIRCULAR THINGS WITH HOLES IN THEM THAT MAY OR MAY NOT SPIN, and there are so many things littered about your room that fit said description that it is BORDERING ON FETISHISTIC. You have to stop, but addiction is a powerful thing. Among these circular things are items such as HULA HOOPS, THROWING STARS, THE OCCASIONAL HEXAGON (Rarely permitted but tolerated) and your VAST AND LOVELY PILE OF YOYOS. You don't know why they're so fun to play with, they just are. You have a favorite one that is kept on you at all times, which bears the same symbol as your shirt, and five other treasured ones that bear the symbols of TROLL ROMANCE. Your strife specibus is YO-YOKIND, which you will use in the session much like that Ness kid from the Earthling game. Among other treasured things are small, USUALLY UNFINISHED DOLLS of yourself and...well, you can't tell. You never get past the head for some reason... You take special care of your circular things, and keep away that dastardly cow lusus. God, that thing is creepy. It just stands there all day and excretes METHANE GAS that smells terrible. Oh, and it shits in your house. You probably raised it more than it raised you. Even worse, your lusus needs constant ARTIFICIAL FEEDING. You assume that with no young of it's own, the udder on the bottom of it will explode if too much of the substance inside is made without a young going for a feeding. This keeps you in constant fear that one day, you will forget and your lusus will explode and take you with it.So day after day, you do this. You just dump it outside anyhow. Whose house is down there again? Oh well. You're a bit of a GOOF and constantly THINGS MISWORD--See? Sometimes people don't get you right, like you're on the same plane of thought as them, but a little...tilted. Sometimes it can take you a while to get IN THE KNOW. You're kind of OUT THERE sometimes, and nobody can reach you without VIGOROUS SHAKING. It's not like you really learned much by reading--you don't know how! Although aware that you are a HIGHBLOOD and should act better, hey, who's gonna make you? The thing that shits on it's own hind legs and everything else? Your troll handle is arcaneSpectacle and you Type raTHer HapHazardly fOr sOme reasON- Well, type isn't the right word. Due to the fact that you can't read, your computer reads the reply out loud to you, and you tell it what to write. You type in dark pink. Not quite as good as some, but hey, still pretty good. Your title is 'Rogue of Heart', and you have yet to attain God-tier. A good thing, too--because in becoming such, you realize the power you have with this circle philosophy, and it will drive you to madness.
dear not-open-2ubmiit-box, expectiing muc)( from tomorrow. )(ope you don't dii2appoiint. )(iint: briing along 2ome iice cream. t)(en t)(e day wiill )(ave already reac)(ed a ratiing of 2atii2tiifactory and you wiill only )(ave two make iit a biit better. wiit)( regard2, 2ollux.
I'll defiNiTely Try! HOpe TO Have a greaT Time TOmOrrOw TOO, aNd THaT I caN geT iT rigHT aT all!
[it's a boring night, and you have little to do. Your dolls sit on the shelf, unfinished as always, and nobody has contacted you through your computer. Or, if they have, it's just muted.
You take out your yoyo and starting yoyoing, eyes fluttering a bit. God, you wish you had someone to talk to.]
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