Your name is TWYLYT PARKUL.
You like SCIENCE. Boy howdy, do you like science. Sure, the works of Troll J.R.R. Tolkien and Troll Neil Gaiman and other such fantasy authors tickle your fancy too, but youll always come back to science.
DEAR GOD YOURE SO ALONE.
But its quite important that you remain alone and keep contact with others to a minimum for the foreseeable future, because you might be IN MORE DANGER THAN A TROLL USUALLY IS. In the weeks leading up to your EIGHTH WRIGGLING DAY, a stretch of time which is when a lot of the WEIRD MAGIC SHIT tends to happen in your books, you manifested HONEST TO GOD MAGICAL POWERS. While this was fine in fiction, because everyone thought magic was FAKE AS ALL FUCK, you are afraid to find out how the empire would react to magic being OFFICIALLY REAL. You guess it would involve you being FED INTO A HORRIBLE MACHINE FOR THE NEFARIOUS PURPOSES OF THE GOVERNMENT. All the same, you maintain a busy schedule of Flarping by night to keep your combat skills sharp in case THE IMPERIAL FORCES COME KNOCKING FOR WHATEVER REASON, honing your MAGIC YOU STILL CANT BELIEVE IS REAL by day, and eating WHENEVER YOU REMEMBER YOU NEED TO EAT TO LIVE.
Your trolltag is metaphysicIrreverence and you dont have any time for this quirk nonsense.
What do you do?
