"Oh FLIP!" shouted Waldorf, "Not another one of these dastardly beasts!"
The beast loomed menacingly toward him. 'Twas a large, hairy creature, and the power of its booming voice was nearly as fearsome as its appearance as it let out a monstrous roar that shook the ground around it. This shaking of the ground, accompanied by the frightening traits of the creature, caused Waldorf to stumble.
"Darn it, mother!" he shouted once more, "I did clean my den, stop hounding me!"
He tried his hardest to not emit laughter due to his pathetic attempt at humor, as laughter would ruin his image in the eyes of the creature. Once the beast got closer, he had a clear target, and he let his dagger fly. As he did so, the blade of the weapon struck the beast clean in the skull, and it fell to a lifeless heap.
"Sadly, I prefer you trolls to any Yaslander," he stated with a smirk, "But you still disgust me nonetheless. Disgusting creatures indeed."
Waldorf walked over to the troll's corpse to retrieve his thrown dagger, and he noticed something peculiar.
"It has the markings of domestication, yet it was hostile. Strange," he stated, "Strange indeed. This might be something worth looking into, but not any time soon. But this is definitely the troll that has been attacking the local farmer's livestock, so the domestication markings are rather peculiar. But for now, perhaps it is best to collect my compensation and return to the tavern."
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The Adventures of Waldorf and Co.
HumorThis is simply a project between my friends and I that is riddled with inside jokes, character traits based upon ourselves, and some references that only we get, but the story itself is rather humorous, weird, and enjoyable. So I do hope you stay fo...
