====> Martun: be the full package

Your name is Martun Tyskeo

You are an accomplished SUPER MODEL, you are also SUPER SMART, and SUPER TOUGH
BEAUTY BRAINS AND BRAWN
You are made of pure perfection!

You are currently fiddling on your phone, working on some TROLLDOKUS while you wait for your INTELECTUALLY CHALLENGED CO-MODELS to finish their shots
Your interests are BEING BEAUTIFUL, BEING SMART, AND BEING TOUGH

These 9x9 TROLLDOKUS are taking too long, they must have clearly been made for inferior THINKPANS and as such your superior INTELLECT is stumped

You feel like chatting up some lovely
Less lovely than you, that's a given

Your trolltag is fervidAllure and you speak in a wonderfully decorous. Manner befitting, of your GeniusNess

====> Martun: Use your BRAINS by chatting with someone

Great idea!

You laugh to yourself as you pick a name from your trollBURNBOOK

fervidAllure has started trolling circuitNavigator
FA: I bid you, Hello; inferior being
FA: Please do not. Feel. inadequate I am, merely gracing you with my superior intellect
FA: Like a spotlight of Beauty Brains and Brawn talking, to a lowly tealblood

You chuckle, leaning further into your Special Chair, and cross your elegant legs over the forepawrests

FA: yes good you; know your place
FA: you bring. Shame to your blood colour
FA:so inferior even a jade blood, is, better than you

This conversation is giving you second hand embarassment, so you slip your communication device right into your bag
It's almost time to get your modelling on, boyyy
You expel the thought of SHUDDER pitying Mykran, and shuffle over to the photography director

====> Strike some poses. Do some Modelling

You become a different troll as soon as the lens focuses on you
Innocent, youthful, foolish, the camera eats you up as you pose
The come the poses that show more attitude and more sex appeal, more you
You undo the first few buttons of your shirt and tilt your body in a way that you know would anger a certain troll enough to pail you
As the shots progress you feel yourself devour the camera with raw passion
Thinking of past conquests always gets you the most candid shots

The photographer starts sweating due to your magnificence. Some of the onlookers at the studio faint

====> Add the fainted trolls to your harem. I'm sure you have one

Please, the world is your harem
Not that you are an easy troll though!
You like when people admire you, but they must know their place
You won't pail just any troll
You've had several lovers in the past, most kismesis, few matesprits
Your last kismesis was taken from you when his dear moirail sacrificed her quadrant to auspitice between you
And you think that is malemilkbeast crap!
What you two did between closed doors was none of her damned business
You want to get pailed, bad, but your standards are too high to pail just any troll
If you could clone yourself though...
Your one true matesprit is yourself

Your fans don't seem to understand that. They try to get their hands on you as soon as the modelling finishes

====> What are you going to do about this?

You take off your SUNGLASSES
They extend in the middle and become SUNSAWGLASSES
You flail it menacingly, gracefully, showing off your strength, without as much as nicking any of them
They are too entranced by your mastery that they drop the grabby hands and just gawk

====> Humiliate them. Make them bow to you. To kiss your feet

You harrumph, sweeping your SUNSAWGLASSES in a way that forces everyone to lean down

Martun: i will take, one of you. Back to my changing rooms
Martun: fight each, other and whoever stands. Gets me

You decide this is okay
It's been a long time since you got a good fuck

Your fans fight with extreme savagery. They want to kill everybody else, and do it fast. Such is the power of Martun-fueled lust

The first one to fall is a weakish looking oliveblood. She is stomped on by the others as she tries to extend her hand in a futile attempt to touch you before she is gone.

One by one the fans start murdering each other, until only two are left: a rustblood who cannot seem to keep herself from savoring with her tongue at the prospect of winning, and a ceruleanblood with tatoos of martun all over his body.

Eventually, the rustblood wins by stabbing the other troll with her martunknd specibus. A specibus for weapons with your dna in it. She is currently handling a knife that has a mix of her blood, her opponent's blood and a apparently some dna of yours, even if you can't see it at first glance. You suspect that the rust blood in the knife was placed in it beforehand.

After the slaughtering, the victor comes to you, legs shaking and tongue twisting. She puts herself on her knees and asks you to do whatever you want to her

====> Maybe you shouldn't mingle with this freak. Put her down further. Deny her your magnificence

You smirk and step closer to her, your heavy gaze on her axialjoints makes her kneel at your nubs

Martun: So you want, me that. Badly huh? pet

You lift her chin with one prong

Martun: Then you... will do one, task for me
Martun: There is a, troll who has taken. Something precious from me
Martun: Her name is Kalyan, Prieha
Martun: Slay her and I'm, all yours

That ought to do it. Even if she succeeds, you're counting this as a win

Your fan seems so happy about everything that's happening that she makes quite a disgusting face of pleasure. She swears she won't fail and immediately runs out of the building to carry out her mission

====> What was this about Prieha?

She stole your kissmesis and you miss pounding that tight nook
Nothing more you need to know

====> Do you have someone else to troll? I would like to see some action from you

Well there's a female troll who's a bit of a psycopath but she's popular and has a huge following
She's of inferior standing though, a pissblood

Another lady that is okay-looking is the purpleblooded stoner chick
She's alright, quite cute, but you dislike her on principle for afforementioned reasons

That's about it. You have already lowered your standards, you refuse to lower them more

You wish you could clone yourself

====> Investigate avenues for cloning yourself

You could contact that wheelchaired freak, she has some expertise with similar machines
You still feel that if she ever cloned you, she would keep one Martun for personal use
This thought makes you feel sick to your acid tract

Eugh

Luckily, your intellect is superior to hers so even without prior experience, you are certain you will figure it out

===> Return to your hive
===> Play around in your CONCEALED LAB

You hurry back to your hive

====> Show off the incredible creations currently in your CONCEALED LAB

You smirk
Of course you'll show off your MAGNIFICIENT INVENTIONS
These are sure to make you MILLIONS OF TROLLBUX so utmost secrecy is needed
You whip out your fetch modus CATALOGUE and choose the artful photograph of you wearing your labcoat and goggles
These items pop out of the syllandex so you slip them on
Time to do some science

===> Martun: Do some science
You first need to get to your hive in order to do some science

===> Martun: Get to your hive
You repeat the catalogue process and retrieve your trusty TROLLCOOTER
It should have enough of your SPECIALLY ENGINEERED FUEL to get you home