Trol Seasson: kickstarter??????????????????????

[Gana0]

Hang on, I just realised something.

If I troll Trol Seasson, I will be a troll trolling trolls trolling trolls trolling homestuck.

inb4 Trollception

I don't know if that's even possible...

[Dalmationer]

Hang on, I just realised something.

If I troll Trol Seasson, I will be a troll trolling trolls trolling trolls trolling homestuck.

inb4 Trollception

the problem here is that we aren't trolling homestuck. this is a terrastuck fanfiction.

[Lieutenant Fish]

also trol seasson is indestructible

[OrangeAipom]

I don't know if that's even possible...

that's exactly why he should try

[CSJ]

Impossible?

Dude, nothing is impossible. At least, as long as I'm riding on this here READING RAINBOW.



BUTTERFLY IN THE SKYYYYYY
I CAN GO TWICE AS HIIIIIIGH!

[Lieutenant Fish]

Stop quoting me for every part

Part 3
Silk

One

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Dinner in the Palace of Krul was a delicate and dangerous affair, and this suited the Priestess's nature quite nicely. The imperial Potentate instigated chaos every day just through his innocuous requests- about the furnishings, the quality of the food, the temperature of the air-- and his very presence turned every conversation into the interpersonal equivalent of navigating a stretch of quicksand. When she met with the Councilor, it was now in the presence of the most authoritative mediator possible, and in the context of an unseen battle of wits and influence. In such an environment, how could the alluring leader of a sect of psychics possibly lose to a jealous, conniving politician?

Her new guest complicated things further, but that in itself she didn't mind; he was the new top priority. By the time the Prophetic had been escorted to an early night's sleep, and word had been sent about the change in dinner arrangements, the day had almost ended. She spent what time she had leading the way into one of the palaces many foyers, bringing him up to speed on local affairs. Caution permeated her every word and action, she was well aware that he had not yet been wholly committed to the cause.

"We recently received words from beyond urging us to share our gifts with the citizens, for a modest price and in lieu of taxation, and felt sure that this would put our order in the good graces of the Civilian Council, and its leader. However, it isn't as simple as that. He began urging the council that our unnatural influence in and among the populace would sow discord and breed corruption, and that we could not be trusted to guard against this on our own. The scheming hypocrite has his own otherworldly contacts, of this we are certain. We feel a dark presence emanating from his chambers, and yet he refers to us as the agents of darkness and disorder."

If the Deathless One had an opinion on the matter, he kept it to himself.

"If given half a chance, he will try to sway you to his side, regardless of who he thinks you are. As far as everyone outside of our little meeting is concerned, you are an unimportant guest of the Order, and further details on the matter are not necessary for them to know. As such, you have the good fortune of not needing to worry about our most honored visitor, at least not tonight; I highly doubt he will find any reason to speak with you. Some degree of our plans and intention must be discussed with him, of course, but not tonight.

As guests entered the finest dining chambers in all of Krul, evidence of the secret, silent war waged therein became clear. At the head of the table stood a tall gilded throne, bearing the signs of the Emperor and his Potentate. To its right, a far more restrained seat clearly transplanted from a less delicate room than this, which could only belong to the infamous Councilor. The Deathless One needed only one glance at the first chair on the left to know it belonged to his hostess, with the arched Eyes of Mya in deepest scrutiny. The two opposing sigils seemed to be locked in a staring contest.

The Priestess introduced her guest to a smattering of merchants and prominent nobles, but allowed him to take his seat to the right of hers as soon as was possible. She had too many pending conversations to sit down as well until the meal began, but kept an eye on him all the same. As she had suggested, he kept to himself and observed. When an assembly of well-dressed figures came through the curtain at the other end of the room (and the very air seemed to sit straight at attention, never mind the guests), he was in a prime observing position.

At the head was the Halfbeast of which the Caretaker had spoken so reverently, leading the way with a look of cold indifference. His lower torso was that of a lion, and he boasted a pair of enormous feathered wings. After ascertaining that all was well in the dining chamber, he pulled the curtain aside and bowed in respect for the two who entered next.

The Imperial Potentate was an overweight ponce of a man, sweating in the cool stone room under robes that must have been as big as sails. A ornate gold circlet was nestled comfortably between his small, round hat and two stately horns, and the entire arrangement added further ungainliness to his obscenely large head. He strode forward with an air of importance, but seemed almost apologetic in his gestures and the inflection of his voice. He was followed --perhaps pursued-- by a man whose appearance surprised the Deathless One not a whit.

The High Councilor of Krul was thin and somewhat stooped, and made quick, precise movements. His face bore an expression between distaste and shrewd analysis, one that likely seldom went away. He seemed quite determined to act as the Potentate's shadow, but broke away to greet the Priestess. The Deathless One couldn't quite make out their conversation over the sound of a dozen noisy guards taking up positions around the room, but it wasn't difficult to gather the gist of it when the Councilor met his gaze. He didn't like that smile one bit.

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Impossible?

Dude, nothing is impossible. At least, as long as I'm riding on this here READING RAINBOW.

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BUTTERFLY IN THE SKYYYYYY
I CAN GO TWICE AS HIIIIIIGH!

Congratulations on writing such a hilarious joke! I've been Owned.

[Yo-Yo, In Attack Mode!]

i am so confused! i say that here rather than on the chat because i have a feeling i'm not the only one :/

[Dalmationer]

You are the only one. We are all pinnacles of understanding, but you? You are flawed and mortal, and can never comprehend the true workings of Trol Seasson.

[Dalmationer]

Oh No! Another interuption!

The fuck is with this? It's fucking fucked up! stupid fucking fucker.



Who the fuck is this dickwa-













NOT.... TODAY....



MOTHERFUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Loather of Irk]

Satisfaction was not garunteed, seek a refund.

[Dalmationer]

ok so im going to hack annies computer to view some of the events in the mansion, because seriously she's really dragging this story on.

[Mibbs]

ok so im going to hack annies computer to view some of the events in the mansion, because seriously she's really dragging this story on.

ok do this

[rogue of void]

>Paying for a premium account instead of hacking somebody elses.
Thanks for having such an easy to guess password Mibbbs.

[Lieutenant Fish]

it was "Disengage" wasn't it

[Mibbs]

>Paying for a premium account instead of hacking somebody elses.
Thanks for having such an easy to guess password Mibbbs.

Yeah that mibbbs guy is a total noob. No idea who Mibbbs thinks he is.

[OrangeAipom]

ok so im going to hack annies computer to view some of the events in the mansion, because seriously she's really dragging this story on.

what if there is a POWER OUTAGE where she lives, preventing you from doing that?

[rogue of void]

it was "Disengage" wasn't it

It was actually "8 piss soaked panties"

[OrangeAipom]

It was actually "8 piss soaked panties"

wow thanks rogue of void i appreciate it.

wow these updates are just ballin

[rogue of void]

wow thanks rogue of void i appreciate it.

wow these updates are just ballin

No problem after all nobody will notice if two people don't pay 29.99 a month right?

[Menek]

make that trois

[OrangeAipom]

make that trois

why are you speaking tagalog

[Thedude3445]

will these fiction segments be significant in any way. not that I am completely skipping them or anything.........

[Mibbs]

will these fiction segments be significant in any way. not that I am completely skipping them or anything.........

no they are just like pesterlogs in that they are totally extraneous and just get in the way of shipping. I haven't read any of them either.

[Thedude3445]

no they are just like pesterlogs in that they are totally extraneous and just get in the way of shipping. I haven't read any of them either.

Yeah I skipped all the pesterlogs too how did you know! I skipped most of them in Homestuck. I don't think they had much to do with the plot did they?

[Catstorm]

They were probably just made so that we could stare at walls of pretty colors!