Your name is Arlula Shan and you are this crazy. But I mean, its not completely your fault, you have been raised all alone in the deepest part of the forest all your life by your completely batshit Tasmanian Devil Lusis, and have never really ever met another troll before… that you haven’t killed. In all understanding you don’t thing of your self as a troll, you think of your self as an Arlula, and thows other things with the colored blood, the paint beast, well they taste wonderful, and there blood makes the best paint for finger-painting. You have only discovered the internets around a sweep ago, when a paint beast that escaped dropped a square thing that lighted up, and then there was words and things called trolls started talking to you, and they explained about buckets and quadrants and flarp and all these weird things that make you confused and giggle. There so silly these trolls, you wonder what they are like.
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