Nascent Drama

[The Dork Lord]

He laid himself down under the thwarts and waited, panting.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Presently the cracked bell tapped and a voice gave the order to "cast off."

 

[The Dork Lord]

A minute or two later the skiff's head was standing high up, against the boat's swell, and the voyage was begun.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Tom felt happy in his success, for he knew it was the boat's last trip for the night.

 

[The Dork Lord]

At the end of a long twelve or fifteen minutes the wheels stopped, and Tom slipped overboard and swam ashore in the dusk, landing fifty yards downstream, out of danger of possible stragglers.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He flew along unfrequented alleys, and shortly found himself at his aunt's back fence.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He climbed over, approached the "ell," and looked in at the sitting-room window, for a light was burning there.

 

[The Dork Lord]

There sat Aunt Polly, Sid, Mary, and Joe Harper's mother, grouped together, talking.

 

[The Dork Lord]

They were by the bed, and the bed was between them and the door.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Tom went to the door and began to softly lift the latch; then he pressed gently and the door yielded a crack; he continued pushing cautiously, and quaking every time it creaked, till he judged he might squeeze through on his knees; so he put his head through and began, warily.

 

[J&L Massacres]

I'd knock over a liqour store with him

Awww! Thanks Jeff!

I just don't see the point of "trolling" a forum that's immune to such things.

Ok just because you were nice, let me explain me and SK's reasoning:

1. They mocked the badlands and nobody rose up to defend it. Not even Dual, the hypocrite who raised all that hype before about going to war.

and

2. TK's been pretty boring lately. We're here to start drama, start a riot, and piss people off to make it more interesting and fun. It's not called "Troll Kingdom" for nothing ya know. Drama makes teh TK go 'round.

We are not the heros TK wants, we are the heros TK needs.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"What makes the candle blow so?" said Aunt Polly.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Tom hurried up.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Why, that door's open, I believe.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Why, of course it is.

 

[The Dork Lord]

No end of strange things now.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Go 'long and shut it, Sid."

 

[The Dork Lord]

Tom disappeared under the bed just in time.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He lay and "breathed" himself for a time, and then crept to where he could almost touch his aunt's foot.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"But as I was saying," said Aunt Polly, "he warn't bad, so to say -- only mischeevous.