‘Troll Combat’
“Ooo”
“shhh”
“Why”
“members only"
On stage spoke about online security, reporting & blocking
“This is wrong”
“No shit, it's about internet trolls, not crushing troll rebellion”
“Next time check it's for goblins!”
Troll Combat
“What’s this class?”
‘Troll Combat’
“Ooo”
“shhh”
“Why”
“members only"
On stage spoke about online security, reporting & blocking
“This is wrong”
“No shit, it's about internet trolls, not crushing troll rebellion”
“Next time check it's for goblins!”
‘Troll Combat’
“Ooo”
“shhh”
“Why”
“members only"
On stage spoke about online security, reporting & blocking
“This is wrong”
“No shit, it's about internet trolls, not crushing troll rebellion”
“Next time check it's for goblins!”
The Avarice
Sail ship Avarice eased out from Mica on route to the Solar array on Rutile, picking up the binary solar wind almost immediately.
Suns light charged the photon engines for the hop, as light filtered by smart glass bathed the crew deck in purple light.
Jinan stared at the Bispora’s wreckage a reminder of the 300 year war between the twin planets, and blew a kiss out towards family, lost.
The appearance of the anomaly between the suns the catalyst for almost overnight peace, coming to late for loved ones.
Jinan wondered if today they would find out its secret.
Suns light charged the photon engines for the hop, as light filtered by smart glass bathed the crew deck in purple light.
Jinan stared at the Bispora’s wreckage a reminder of the 300 year war between the twin planets, and blew a kiss out towards family, lost.
The appearance of the anomaly between the suns the catalyst for almost overnight peace, coming to late for loved ones.
Jinan wondered if today they would find out its secret.
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