You now attempt to be NIKKAL CERROS.
Unfortunately, your attempt fails, because NIKKAL CERROS is somewhat... indisposed at the moment. Instead, you are now one of her PINK AXOLOTL CONSORTS.
You are one of a small group of consorts who have gathered in Nikkal's HIVE, and you are all terrified out of your wits. You frantically crowd around one of Nikkal's spare CAKETOPS and paw at it until it turns on. Unfortunately, operating a HUSKTOP is rather difficult for the lot of you, seeing as none of you have arms with which to TYPE with.
However, one of you has become most adept at using your FEET to operate these strange troll devices. Through some miracle, that consort manages to log onto TROLLIAN, and you put on your SERIOUS FACE. There is a message to everyone else that must be dictated.
-- barefootGibbous opened memo HELP SOMEONE ANYONE BUU!!! --
BG: sos!! sos, buu!!!!
BG: the witch has fled the premises!!
BG: she has left our company in a furious rage, buu!!!!
BG: ummm you dont have to type out the buus
BG: whatever this is too important!!
BG: please someone must come and try to help the witch!!!
BG: we believe this to be the work of those stuuuuuuuuuuuupid quartz imps!!!!!!!!!
BG: it stole her glasses and ran away and she got really mad, buu!!
BG: we dont know where she is now so please can someone come and help us!!
BG: she might destroy everything!!!!!!!!
And in the background, Nikkal's LUSUSPRITE frantically hovers around in a complete and utter PANIC.
Unfortunately, your attempt fails, because NIKKAL CERROS is somewhat... indisposed at the moment. Instead, you are now one of her PINK AXOLOTL CONSORTS.
You are one of a small group of consorts who have gathered in Nikkal's HIVE, and you are all terrified out of your wits. You frantically crowd around one of Nikkal's spare CAKETOPS and paw at it until it turns on. Unfortunately, operating a HUSKTOP is rather difficult for the lot of you, seeing as none of you have arms with which to TYPE with.
However, one of you has become most adept at using your FEET to operate these strange troll devices. Through some miracle, that consort manages to log onto TROLLIAN, and you put on your SERIOUS FACE. There is a message to everyone else that must be dictated.
BG: sos!! sos, buu!!!!
BG: the witch has fled the premises!!
BG: she has left our company in a furious rage, buu!!!!
BG: ummm you dont have to type out the buus
BG: whatever this is too important!!
BG: please someone must come and try to help the witch!!!
BG: we believe this to be the work of those stuuuuuuuuuuuupid quartz imps!!!!!!!!!
BG: it stole her glasses and ran away and she got really mad, buu!!
BG: we dont know where she is now so please can someone come and help us!!
BG: she might destroy everything!!!!!!!!
And in the background, Nikkal's LUSUSPRITE frantically hovers around in a complete and utter PANIC.
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