Just Another: A Manipulative Second Perspective (Comment Section)

  You are Krusis Tito, a troll living on Earth. Such could be the reason many things about you don't exactly match up to any "normal troll" standards. But what the hell. What's normal about a goddamn troll?

  You enjoy doing many things as you pass your time; these including playing horror games on your PC, maybe writing a few pages, looking at, and most of all, drawing porn, and just normal drawing. You constantly convince yourself you're horrible at the arts because what else could be wrong? Why else would the people of this planet pay no attention to Krusis? To you. Yes, for being only six and-a-half sweeps old, your life circulates excessantly around mild troll and human pornography; and though the obsession usually comes over you in temporary waves, you've been stuck on it for a considerable count of months, as of now. Most of said pornography being homosexual. Oh, and speaking of being homosexual--....

  One difference you have from "normal" trolls, aside from your name, is the fact your hair is white and wispy. It seems to spike from your skull in an unreal, fantasy-like fashion. Your nails are yellow and sharp, though you usually paint each of your toenails a color in order of a slightly incomplete rainbow. If only you had more toes... it would be simply perfect. Your ears are pointed, tinted with the soft hue of your candy red blood, and shadowed by your goat-like, orange-to-yellow horns which extend back directly above. Your jaws harbor teeth identical to that of a human's greasy maw, but long canines often protrude from your unstable, absent-minded poker face.

  But you're a kid just like everyone else in your world. Then again, you've never believed your world consists of anyone. At least, no one you didn't create for yourself.

You're lonely.

You're confused.

You're just a kid, and no one really seems to understand it.

  At the moment you find yourself camping in your usual corner of the respiteblock which belongs to you. Sad soundtracks from games you once enjoyed pour into your long, pointed ears. You want to move. You want to do anything to let out what you feel, but know you probably wouldn't find your efforts enough. Nothing is ever good enough in the Tito hive.

      What will you do, Krusis?