In the middle of the deepest darkest forest, there was a small hut. A hut with tons of dicks and butts. Each of which had been pickled and shrunk, in the style of shrunken heads. The small hut was owned by one female jedi master known as She-Yoda. Who was alsp pickled, and slept in a jar of pickle juice. For eons she slept as the world revolved and the universe changed, until someone would awake her with a secret ritual. For she, as well as the shrunken dicks and butts that resided with her, were to be a part of the final battle, Futa-Jallopie Keetongu. Only one gender neutral protagonist could awaken She-Yoda, assisted by a group of sexual deviants united under a common banner.
The banner of The Trattorian Empire
Scratch and I are doing a rebuild of the trollfic saga. Samuelzz10 and I are working on sequels to Shinji Enters the Unown. This will be a collaborative trollfic, and will be written on Brikwars Chat in the style of the sentence game. This is where you come in.
WILL YOU DECIDE THE FATE OF GENDER NEUTRAL PROTAGONIST?
We need more talented writers to write this trollfic. When are you available to write? Are you willing to dive into the abyss that is your own mind, and type things that belong inside of an insane asylum?
Bragallot wrote:Just ask Silverdream. He decides what's true and right, and what someone said or meant at some point, even if they didn't. Clearly he is the most suitable person for fixing this mess.
Bluefog wrote:I mean, I could just throw my feces at you and my feelings would be conveyed adequately.