Me be Grug. Me eat snappy-jaw creature in me cave, under da bridge. Dis be home. Sometimes, me hears da small-bangys on me roof. Me not know what dey are.
Mam put me here when me jus’ little troll. Den mam left.
Me alone. Me content. Me happy.
It dark, it damp, an’ when me get big, me make cave big. Da wet-ground easy to move.
It jus’ me an me river… an’ da cave… an’ da snappy-jaws. Oh, an’ da finny-flappers!
Dat’s what me call da river things… unless me catch dem… den dey’s dinner!
Dey’s more… dey’s scurry-squakers, bushy-tails, prickly-pins. All dey’s friends… unless me catch dem. Den, dey’s food!
’Til dey’s dinner too.
Da bangin’ goin’ again. Me looks up. Dey’s little dots, but me no touchy… ’cause dey eye-hurty. Bang, bang, bang. Small little bangs, long bangs, big bangs…
Me noggin feel funny. It doin’ dat thing again… thinkin!
Me smack head! No fun to think. Me shuffle, an’ me shake an’ shake, an’ da wet-ground move, an’ me make little bum-rest.
Da water come to me chest. It nice… an’ cool. If me no keep cool, it make noggin hurt. Dis smart. Dis good smart. Me close me eyes.
Maybe… me go back in cave next? Sleep… sound good.
But what if?
Me smack noggin, but it don’t stop thinkin’.
What if dere be more to dis bridge den what me see? Why da bangin’, how da bangin’? What if dere more?
What if… roof be bottom?
Me’s never thinkin’ about it before… ’cause who be botherin’ with goin’ on top of bridge? When cave an’ wet-ground so comfy?
But it jus’ don’t stop thinkin’, even when me do more noggin-smack. It no go! Why it no go? Me can’t make go bye-bye.
Me feel like pet bushy-tail in stick-cage… jumpin’ an’ dancin’ an’ maky bad-mouth-singy when me forget food. Da bridge creak… da bridge groan. Me heart go bumpy.
What if me missin’ out? What if dere be a big-big thing up dere?
Me glomp in da wet-ground, goin’ to me stick-cage. Me throw snappy-jaw meat inside… an’ pet-snappy-jaw gobble gobble.
No more noggin-think.
Me happy feedin’ snappy-jaw. No more noggin-think.
Me eyes look at da roof. Den… me look at the place where da river go. It… glowy out dere.
Me… go?
Me go!
It scary… but me head go under da river, an’ me hold me breath. Me eyes hurty… but no so bad. Den me come out of da river… an’ me eyes still hurty so me rubby dem. But when me open dem… it hurty more! It too glowy! It hurty! Me under attack! Dere be too much!
Me look back to under-bridge… it cozy… it safe. Me go back, me be happy…
But no… me noggin had to think! Me smack da river! Noggin should no think!
Den… me sees… somethin’. It make… nice sound. It… like sticks… but it big-big… it big-stick! Dey go up an’ up.
Me feel sad, but happy? Me coulda had big-sticks when me wanted? Da big-sticks make nice sound, an’ da breezy-breath blows on me skin. Dere a… a… rock!
Me touch. It smooth… but it got wet-grassy-stuff on it? What dis be? Me touch it, but den’ me hand slip an’ me touch da ground… me look up.
Dey’s… more big-sticks? An’… little beauty-discs? It very smol an’ it pretty… an’ me touchy it. But den it break! Me not mean to break nice beauty-disc!
But… disc break an’ fall in da river… an’ den it become lots-small thingys an’ float in da river. It nice. Make river look pretty.
Me is… happy!
Finny-flappy go jump out of da river, an’ me mouth water but a thing grab it an’ go away. It very pretty… it… flutter-wing beauty.
Dey’s small flutter-wing beauty an’ big flutter-wing beauty. One small one land on me nose, an’ it tickle… den it go.
Me is sad it go… but it fly an’ me see… big-big roof! It pretty, no like under-bridge roof! But den… me eye-hurty. Somethin’ on da roof big-glowy… an’ it real pretty.
So me looky at it. An’ me looky at it… an’ more.
Den… me no see? Why me no see? Me no like dis!
Me turn, an’ me run for me under-bridge! It safe dere! Den me face hurty, an’ me feel me tooth go bye-bye an’ touch me leg.
But den… me start to see. Oh. It okay. Me lost eyes? How lose eyes? Me shrug. It no matter. Tooth go pop an’ den me got new tooth.
Dis… da bridge?
Me touch. It… feel old? Is me old? Me here, an’ bridge me here when me mam left… so it old, me old?
Me push it. It no move. It… strong bridge? Me look at hole… to under-bridge.
What me do? Do me go cozy-home-cave? Or me… go on top of bridge?
Heart bumpy… what if dis no good? Me noggin tell me go… an’ me heart. So me go. Me leave river… an’ me put feet on ground. It no squelchy? It no soft?
Dis what wet-ground like dry? Me grab bridge, an’ me pull me up. It go crack an’ me fall jus’ a bit. Den it go big crack an’ me fall on ground an’ me fall in river.
Dis no good. Me go back under bridge. Me no ever get on top of bridge. Dis is dumb. Me stupid.
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Den me look right, an’ me bare teeth!
Me go around! Me no need to climb!
Me smart troll!
But… me not know why bridge called bridge?
Me sees it… an’ me looks… but it…
It no good. It smell bad, an’ wet, an’ me walk on it an’ it stabby me feet. Me touch bridge… an’ me feel it.
Bridge made of… sticks, but dey’s weird. Dey like… carved-sticks? Some stick out, an’ me know dat no good.
If me make stick-cage, me no want sticks go out, den dey stabby me when me feed snappy-jaws. Dat make snappy-jaw go smell-bad an’ den be hard-eaty.
Da carved-sticks be thick… no like sticks. If me made bridge with sticks… it no work. Den… carved-sticks make bridge good work?
Dis no right. Why bridge bad? Why it smell bad? Me… never felt dis before. Me want roar so me do. Why bridge no better? Why bridge get break?
Me no know. But…
What if…
Bridge be better? What if dis me bridge? What if me make better?
Me be the troll of the bridge!
Me make it better! It be greatest bridge!
It be strong!
[ You have claimed new land! ]
[ 2nd Bridge Crossing the River Sigg ]
Previous Owner: ’Emperor’ Supremious [ Deceased ]
Current Claimants:
Supremious Bloodline:
[ Malachai, Isabella, Alistair, Magnus, Sylvan ]
Daghorn of the Iron Band
The Wandering Troll
Grug
Claimants have been alerted.
[ Land expansion… first territory achieved. Reinforced. ]
[ No stats given. Claim further land to enhance stats. ]
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WHAT DIS BE?
Me blink… an’ me blink more. It no go. Why it no go? Me put hand out, push it, but it go through me hands. Dey be floatin’ like flutter-wing beauty, but when me look dey follow.
Me know me claim bridge! Me no need! Go bye-bye!
It do.
Me must be smartest troll! Me go up from under-bridge, me no stay dere. Dat smart. Now me gots to work! But… me no sure what do? How me fix bridge?
Me need…
Me need…
Noggin no work!
Me smash noggin!
…
…
Me open eyes. Me on ground?
Me smash noggin too hard. It ok. It not first time.
Should be careful, now. What if somethin’ try take bridge, an’ me noggin-smack-sleep? Dat no be good.
Wait… it work. Smash-noggin-make-think work! Me know what do! Carved-sticks thick!
What if me jus’ make sticks thick?
Me go find sticks! dis be easy!
[ You have entered: The Shadow-Woods ]
STOP! ME NO WANT SEE!
Me eyes look, an’ feet make stomper-holes. It wet-ground here. Little stick!
It break when me pick-up it. Why? River-sticks better?
Me look at big-sticks. Dey’s weird. Dey look like when me looks in da river an’ see da river-troll.
Dat troll never speak with me. Me no know why?
Me put finger on da big-stick… da bark crumble like dry-ground.
It… hotter here. An’ it smell weird. Dat why?
It no matter. Me find stick, strong stick, but bendy stick. Dis be perfect!
Oh… me getting mouth-dry. Me look at river… but it no there. Me no near river now.
Me smell. Me drop bundle of bridge-sticks, an’ den go fast through thick bush. Little tiny crawlies dance on me arms, but dey’s no hurty.
Dey’s cute… but dey’s no good pets, an’ dey’s no tasty. Den it water, it little-river. Me take big drink… but it no much, so me take big-big drink.
Me still thirsty… so me open me mouth an’ dig in da ground until all da water go in me mouth. Da little-rocks taste funny, but me no thirsty no more.
Oh… me need let out own river! Me go big-stick, an’ me let stream flow!
[ Marking territory… ]
[ Current owner: Terrador ]
[ Contesting… ]
No dis again! Get out me eyes!
Somethin’ bitey me leg, an’ me jump back. A small slither-scaler rush at me, holdin’ it mouth open. It got weird long-teeth.
But it no scary… it cute. Until it go back an’ den dey’s holes in it… an’ a vine-thing go in breezy-breath… den one more… den me lost count.
Lots.
Dey come like big flutter-wing beauty, an’ me put hand on me head and squat down. Me is scared! It gonna hurty!
Me feel somethin’, an’ me wait for da hurty… but it no come. Da vine-things little. Dey not even hurt skin.
Me is greatest troll! Me grab new pet, an’ it stay still an’ sit in me hand. Dis good! Me got new pet an’ bridge!
[ Pet obtained: Terrador ]
Me happy! Me so happy me go clappy-hands! Big over-head clappy hand!
[ Pet lost: Terrador ]
Somethin’ drip on me head. Oops… me clappy when pet on me hands. Dis blood. Me only see dis when me make thing go bye-bye.
Me… not mean to make pet go bye-bye.
It much smaller than other pets.
[ Territory is cede to Grug ]
[ Grug now owns 0.005% of the Shadow-Woods. ]
Claimants have been notified
Go! Me no want see! Make noggin-hurty!
Good. Dey’s gone. What me doin’?
Oh! Me go back to sticks. Me done business good. Me have lots sticks, lots-lots sticks. Me trot back to bridge, an’ me no drop a stick.
Me look at it. Me look hard. It… bridge.
Stick bridge…
It thick, big thick bridge.
Dey’s large smooth big-sticks dat go in river… an’ dey bend. Me no think dey’s should be bendin’. Dat wrong, big wrong.
Da bridge… no good now. Me no know why me know, but me know.
It ’cause… me smart troll. Dat it.
Mo look at me sticks. Me need more. Lots-lots more. But… it good now. Me grab da long-grass, an’ me put it in me fingers. It turn to connecty-stuff, like me use for stick-cages.
Me sit on ground near river, an’ watch da finny-flappers as me wrap sticks, tyin’ dem together ’til dey’s a big jumble.
Now it like carved-stick? It thick?
Da bridge make creaky when me foot step on dem. An’ den another. It… da carved-sticks creaky. Me put foot on more. Dey make noise.
Me giggle, an’ me move me feet to creak da carved-sticks. Me do a little dance, make da nice sounds.
Is good fun.
Den creaky-carved stick crack an’ me fall, me leg go under-bridge. Is no good fun. Me leg get stabby from stabby-stick, an’ blood come.
Me heart go bumpy, me only see blood when things go bye-bye! Me go bye-bye!?
Me scramble outta da bridge-hole, an’ den me back away. Da blood stop… me greatest troll.
But… me sad. Me broke bridge more. Me touchy bridge. Me sorry, bridge.
It ok! Me fix! It get better!
Me pull up entire carved-stick, an’ me put stick-bundle on top… an’ den it gone. Why it gone?
Me look in hole. It in river. An’ it go down river!
Oh no! Me stick-bundle!
Me jump in hole… but it little an’ me big-troll. Me go around, me go on ground an’ me jump in river!
It ok! Me stick-bundle good!
Me take it back… but why it no stay? Carved-stick stay?
Me look in hole. Noggin go think. Dey’s a long carved-stick… an’ da carved-sticks touchy it. Dat why?
Ok… me tie da stick-bundle to long carved-stick… an’ den me place foot on it, but no much. It no work, me jus’ nearly fall in hole again.
Me pick-up broken carved-stick, an’ me looky at it. It… smooth, but it stick. Me know stick.
How it do dis?
It… straight… an’ smooth… no like stick-bundle. Me… make straight? How?
Me take bundle an’ me undo connecty-grass, den sit by river. Me noggin think… an’ me noggin think more… but noggin no work!
Me try put dem together, like carved-stick… but dey no go. Me tie dem together again, but no same… an’ it no work.
Me drop stick-bundle, an’ me go sit in river!
Why it no work!? Why!? What me do wrong!? What me be doin’?
Me smack river, an’ water go fly. Me smack an’ me smack an’ me smack more! Me smack big-lots!
Me sit in wet-ground. Me stay under bridge… me better. Me stupid noggin. Thinkin’. Stupid. Me stand, me take step… an’ den me stop. Me touchy ground… den me touchy wet-ground.
Me stand on ground. Why me no fall?
Noggin start workin’.
Me go bridge, an’ me pick-up broken carved-stick. Me hold together… an’ me place it. Dey’s long enough dat both sides touch da long carved-stick under da carved-sticks.
Me… understandin’?
Me go under-bridge, look at snappy-jaw pet, den look up. All carved-sticks touchy da long carved-sticks… dey… support it?
Like da ground? Dey’s more ground under da ground!
Me grab snappy-jaw cave, an’ me break it. Snappy-jaw snap jaw at me, but me shoo it with friendly-foot to snappy-jaw. It slink in river.
Take stick-cage stick-lots an’ make bundle bigger, make longer… an’ put stick one way an’ other way, so it like bridge, an’ me make long.
Me take to bridge, an’ me put it across. It still no work. Me put foot an’ it nearly break.
Other carved-sticks no break… ’till dey do… but dey no break like stick-bundle break.
What me doin’ wrong?
It… thick. Carved-sticks thick! Stick-bundle no thick! Me go get more sticks, an’ me get more sticks an’ me put dem on bridge until me have lots-lots sticks!
Me tie dem together, across, straight, top, under.
Me place… me put foot…
It creak… it strain… but it stay. Me shift weight, more an’ more.
It work!
It working!
Den it big crack an’ me fall.
All dat… an’ it no work. Me pull up… dey’s blood but it go bye-bye.
Me look at new hole in bridge… me make bridge worse.
Me lay down. Me put hand on bridge… feel bridge.
Me fail bridge.
Me make water from eyes.
Me is sad.