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Jeff Grippe
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Alright, I'll continue myself. Please feel free to jump in, however.
"Jeff Grippe" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> Don't give up on this yet! It could be fun. I'll continue..
>
>>> Once upon a time there was a Troll and he loved to inflame the
>>> populace with outlandish remarks designed to agitate and annoy.
>>
>> And other people who loved to encourage him by pointing out the
>> obvious: "Look, a troll!"
>
> The troll and the people around him lived in the land of Altrec. While
> this land seemed far away to some, it was actually connected to every
> place in the world by a magical super-highway. Some called it the Infobahn
> while others had less flattering names.
>
> Oh how the people did boo and hiss at the troll. But this just made the
> troll even more ornery. The troll was a fire breathing troll but the
> people had long since developed immunity to his fire. Some tried to use
> the magic of the kill-file on him but he was immune to this magic. His
> fires dotted the landscape of this otherwise peaceful land.
>
The troll, who had at one time been a more timid troll, expanded his evil
influence to many villages in the land of Altrec. While the people of the
village would taunt him, their efforts only seemed to make him grow
stronger. He seemed to be immune to even the strongest magic. Many a brave
knight was sent to his (or in some case her) metaphorical demise by the evil
troll.
The troll, meanwhile, could not understand why the people of Altrec
continued to think of him as a troll. "A troll", he said, "is someone who
drinks Gin and I only drink the purest fluids of the grape." But the good
folk of Altrec did maintain that if it looks like a troll, walks like a
troll, and most importantly, leaves messages like a troll, then it must be a
troll.
"But I'm not a troll", the evil troll asserted, "I am really a great saint
who is misundererstimated (a reference to George W. Bush for you
international folk)"
The good folk of Altrec were not fooled, however. Some of them (your humble
author included) were always willing to kiss a frog in hopes of finding
something royal. But the troll, when kissed, merely spat venom. This was
viewed by very few as saintly behavior.
"Jeff Grippe" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Don't give up on this yet! It could be fun. I'll continue..
>
>>> Once upon a time there was a Troll and he loved to inflame the
>>> populace with outlandish remarks designed to agitate and annoy.
>>
>> And other people who loved to encourage him by pointing out the
>> obvious: "Look, a troll!"
>
> The troll and the people around him lived in the land of Altrec. While
> this land seemed far away to some, it was actually connected to every
> place in the world by a magical super-highway. Some called it the Infobahn
> while others had less flattering names.
>
> Oh how the people did boo and hiss at the troll. But this just made the
> troll even more ornery. The troll was a fire breathing troll but the
> people had long since developed immunity to his fire. Some tried to use
> the magic of the kill-file on him but he was immune to this magic. His
> fires dotted the landscape of this otherwise peaceful land.
>
The troll, who had at one time been a more timid troll, expanded his evil
influence to many villages in the land of Altrec. While the people of the
village would taunt him, their efforts only seemed to make him grow
stronger. He seemed to be immune to even the strongest magic. Many a brave
knight was sent to his (or in some case her) metaphorical demise by the evil
troll.
The troll, meanwhile, could not understand why the people of Altrec
continued to think of him as a troll. "A troll", he said, "is someone who
drinks Gin and I only drink the purest fluids of the grape." But the good
folk of Altrec did maintain that if it looks like a troll, walks like a
troll, and most importantly, leaves messages like a troll, then it must be a
troll.
"But I'm not a troll", the evil troll asserted, "I am really a great saint
who is misundererstimated (a reference to George W. Bush for you
international folk)"
The good folk of Altrec were not fooled, however. Some of them (your humble
author included) were always willing to kiss a frog in hopes of finding
something royal. But the troll, when kissed, merely spat venom. This was
viewed by very few as saintly behavior.