Let me begin by telling a story.
A life story of a troll.
A troll named Koonta.
Koonta was a hunter troll, and he was born on Isles of Mikolonogun, on the north-west island. Together he lived in peace and harmony with his brothers, Kippy, Kel and Shishmortis'Fork. However, their tribe of trolls were at war with the other 2 neighbouring tribes, which occupied the north-east and south-east islands. It was time to end the war... and what better way to end the war than to kill every other troll that were not their kin. Koonta's tribe was determined to exterminate the other tribes, they had stockpiles of disease potions, and ultra poison spears in their stash, ready to hurl at their enemies. Shishmortis'Fork, the gatherer troll, had discovered the art of creating essences of bees, which would summon an unstoppable force of stinging death. Kippy, the scout troll, had an array of living clay along their islands, ever ready to launch counter-attacks if the enemies were to invade. Kel, the thief troll, had managed to loot and plunder countless enemy encampments building up storages of stolen weapons and materials, armed to the teeth with magemashers and his trusty battle gloves, he was a fearsome force to be reckoned with. Lastly, Koonta, with his trusty steel axe and spear, was ready to wreck havoc upon the enemies, ambushing them with his ensare traps and overwhelming them with his pure physical strength.
This was the day they were to strike at the tribes, with force and determination, they were going to emergy victorious. They hid next to the hill, awaiting for nightfall...
"I hear ya mon..."
With a bloodthirsty call of frenzy, the trolls sprang into action. "Tazkingo!" Koonta bellowed and sprang forth from the bushes brandishing his weapons in the air and hurling his spear at the enemy gatherer which impaled him in the side.
"Troll smash!!" Kel howled, as he swung his magemashers at the enemy troll hypnotist without hesistation. Moving with intense speed and agility he proceeded to tear the hypnotist to shreds before finishing him off with an eviscerating strike.
Kippy, raised his sickle high, summoning a vast array of exploding clay over the island. The unlucky enemy hunter who had been fleeing ran unexpectedly into a minefield and was blown to bits within seconds.
"RaRRhhhRArrrhhhRarrhh!!" Shismortis'Fork screamed as his planted his bee essence on the floor and flung a series of disease potions at their enemy leader, Masterman the beastmaster. The beastmaster gurgled in horror and found himself slowly being stung and poisoned to death. Before long, he collapsed upon the floor, a destroyed heap of noxious troll flesh.
Koonta and his tribe were victorious!
They swung their banner high in the air. They were masters of the Isles.
SmallHeadeD: eh game, island troll again leh.
TmN91: later la i need to do pw.
SmallHeadeD: fk you la.
TmN91: eh, call tim toon and shawn lau come leh.
SmallHeadeD: yea call them come, island troll damn fun.
A day in the life of a troll.
I hope this would make you gays stop playing dota and start playing the game for real men.
Island Troll Tribes.
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