♋ 16th Memo [Action/Video]
[To say that his trip to the catacombs was unpleasant, would be a great understatement. It was horrid, rough and disgusting but finally he emerges. Ask him about his experience and it would probably result in nothing but empty yelling. The troll walked out of the cathedral and at first looks to the sky, taking in a quick breath of fresh air. His clothes, of course, were ripped, dirtied and yes, had seen better days. Who said the catacombs were a walk in the park? No one. The troll doesn't hesitate to pull out his communicator to contact his friends and teammates. A moment and he switches the function to video.]
Okay, the catacombs are the rough patch of smoldering puss on a muscle beasts rank ass. Do not even attempt to argue that point with me nook suckers.
[He takes another breath and runs a hand through his hair, which by this point really need a cut and a bath. That would have to happen at a later date because some shadowy figures seem to be shuffling towards the troll. For now the troll doesn't seem to acknowledge them, his attention comes back to the communicator.]
I'm sure you are all pleased to see me return. Yeah, leaping for joy. Parachuting from the heavens to give me a pat on the back and indulge in friendly, disease, infested activities. God, new order while it's on the think pan. No one go into the cata-, fuck! What do you want?
[He yells at someone. There is a short pause before the communicator shuts off, the last sound being heard, was that of stressed and suprised yelps coming from the troll.]
Okay, the catacombs are the rough patch of smoldering puss on a muscle beasts rank ass. Do not even attempt to argue that point with me nook suckers.
[He takes another breath and runs a hand through his hair, which by this point really need a cut and a bath. That would have to happen at a later date because some shadowy figures seem to be shuffling towards the troll. For now the troll doesn't seem to acknowledge them, his attention comes back to the communicator.]
I'm sure you are all pleased to see me return. Yeah, leaping for joy. Parachuting from the heavens to give me a pat on the back and indulge in friendly, disease, infested activities. God, new order while it's on the think pan. No one go into the cata-, fuck! What do you want?
[He yells at someone. There is a short pause before the communicator shuts off, the last sound being heard, was that of stressed and suprised yelps coming from the troll.]