Chapter 1

RPtroll shook with fear as he had to go through the Sporum Inc. HQ in the middle of London for his daily job as a standard paper-pusher. He would simply get through this meeting he has with the Chairman about recent 'behavior-problems', get his daily list of jobs done and then go home to his wife Sharples for a nice cup of tea and a cute snuggle-up in bed.

Walking through the Automatic Glass Doors and into the front of the skyscraper he could see lots of people he knew walking swiftly to their destination with the odd one or two muttering a 'Hello' to him. The Receptionist, Didzo made a *hunf* face, sneering at RPtroll afterwards as he had to answer several calls. Several of the office managers, including RPtroll's own one Vortex2 having a sip of coffee with his buddy, mtsloud and chatting about the latest spaceships which have been commisioned for their departments.

RPtroll got into the lift which went up to the fourth floor which is where all of the resource forms and mail had to be filled out and delivered. He was too tired to notice anyone else in the lift untill someone tapped him on the shoulder and spun him around.

"Oi, Trollface or whatever moronic title you go by, I have 58 forms that I need you to fill out and I need them done sharpish otherwise I will see you out of your job very quickly" Groxlord spat, getting closer to Rptroll and groping his Trollish breast with a tender grip. Rptroll got out of the lift very quickly as the lift got to the fourth floor and into his office as Groxlord sneered at him just as the lift doors closed.

Rptroll managed to get through the morning and get all of the extra paperwork done aswell. Saying goodbye to his colleagues, he proceeded up the lft to floor 49 instead of floor 50 and knocked on the guilded double door which led to the CEO's office.

"ENTER" a echoey and Alpha-Tier voice of awesomeness stated. Rptroll entered the black and gold office, the floor shined with the light as it bounced off of the black marbel floors and walls. At the back of the room sat BlackBird, his 7 ft tall form dressed in a Huge long coat made out of the skin of spammers and trolls with his Top hat with another top hat ontop and a monacle which screamed 'Bow down to me*. He stroked his handlebar moustach with his gloved hands and peered down at the lowly form of Rptroll.

"So... I heard that you have been 'spamming' inside of my company eh? I shall say this: this is your last chance. If you spam once more... you shall be chucked into the ovens" Blackbird stated, eating a crumpet.
"Not enough butter" he grumbled, throwing the crumpet at Rptroll. It hit him in the side of the face.

It was very buttery.

"Now go away while I order some Tea" Blackbird said, dismissing Rptroll. The doors closed and Rptroll sighed.
Some of the crumpet juice got into his shirt.
Rptroll cried. Crumpet juice takes forever to get out of his favorite shirt.

Chapter 2

RPtroll got back to his office and managed to get some of the crumpet stain out of his shirt.

That dasterdly CEO and his crumpet juice.

Going back downstairs to the First floor which had a Coffee shop, he order a triple-whipped creamy mocha spiked with hash and vanilla. Drinking it, he couldn't help but start to giggle uncontrollably and then order an American-Sized tray of chips with a Donner Kebab. munching on it all like a starved animal, he got up and stumbled around in his cream and Hash-whipped giggling.

"You... you know what would be funny guys? A fudgemispocket!"

He laughed so hard, he fell off of the balcony and landed in the lap of MisterTurtle who was reading his latest reports on the RP department's activity.

MisterTurtle wasn't amused in the slightest.

Rptroll had to be dragged up to his office by the security staff and strapped to his chair and watched so he didn't continute on for the rest of the day drawing absured pictures and trying to sing to the windows to do the Cha Cha.

Chapter 3

"Comfirm you want to do this"
"Yes... it must be done"
"Are you sure it's the best way though?"
"I don't care! He must be eliminated!"

The Guard sighed and left the room, the metal sliding doors on the 40th floor automatically sliding shut. Drew sat in his chair, the BAU department under his ever-lasting watch.The latest reports have worried him about what actually goes on this building for only a few seconds. He sighed and put some epic aviators on his face.

"RPtroll must be chucked into the ovens regardless"

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Rptroll had finished his day and had left the Sporum HQ to go back to his wife Sharples. As soon as he got to the street he lived on, a helicopter squadron armed with High-Calibur rifles all hovered and aimed at Rptroll from the skies about.

The BAU had arrived to take care of matters.

Chapter 3

Rptroll ran and ducked under cover as hundreds of bullets rained down upon his trollish form. The road beneath his feet and the cars around him crumbled upon the onslaught the BAU were raining down.

"Sir! He's still alive" SapphireFlame shouted in disbelief. The rockets were mounted and fired out of the sides of the helicopters, missing Rptroll's head by a mere inch and hitting the house behind him.

"I'll have to take care of him myself then" Kaleon snarled. He injected himself with a metallic liquid and started to spasm as his body dropped out of the helicopter. Kaleon started to get taller and taller and his skin became hard and metallic, one arm grew an axe where the hand should be and the other arm grew a Pulsar Cannon, sparking into life. Kaleon swiped the car which RPtroll was hiding behind and kicked it out of the way.

The car landed in the window of KFC.

Rptroll screamed in agony as Kaleon in his mech form hit him with the side of the axe, his trollish body flinging straight into the air. Kaleon charged up a Pulsar shot which shot straight out of his cannon. it hit Rptroll hard enough to send him flying back from his street and crashing back into his office window at the Sporum HQ.

He landed at his buddy's desk, BlackIce who was preparing some crumpets to eat. The crumpets flew into the air and got all over RPtroll's shirt.
Crumpet juice flowed everywhere on Rptroll's shirt... again.

Chapter 4

RPtroll ate some Pasta

It was very delicious pasta.

Sitting in the First floor Cafe he ate alone at a table besides the white wall next to him. Simply himself and his Pasta.
Impious Iron walked up to the table and dropped some iron nails into RPtroll's Pasta and danced an Irish Jig as he slowly left the table. Many people cheered the talented Irish dancer on so he done a back-flip off of the balcony and landed on the tip-toes of his Irish dancing shoes with an ice sculpture in one hand and a beer in the other.

RPtroll sighed as he finished his Iron & Pasta meal and walked back into his office after entering the lift and being groped by Groxlord yet again. At his desk he finished all of the incoming paperwork which he had to do and decided to go to the 38th floor to see the company's latest experiments. As he walked into the floor which doubled up as a cargo hangar which had a launch-pad which goes out of the skyscraper he could see several people building stuff like TheShipBuilder who was building a Ship, MushroomKing1 who was building mushrooms and several grunts trying to recreate Pokemon and other bits.

One of the mushrooms shot out spores everywhere and they all flew towards RPtroll who got hit by them all.

Now he has to explain to his wife, Sharples why he has fungus between his toes.

Chapter 5

RPtroll walked into his front door to see his wife Sharples preparing their plates of Spam for tea.
"Hello love" Sharples cooed, kissing RPtroll's rough trollish skin. She got out the knives and forks and they discussed many things over dinner including the latest Spamming activities and how amusing people are in general. Just as they were about to have buttsecks in bed, the roof was torn off by a giant pair of teeth.

The Dragon Lady, Rebecca1208 had arisen from the Graveyard of the Sporum HQ, her wickedly undead form laughing wildly even when her 100ft long dragon tore Sharples in half and flung her body into the clouds. RPtroll screamed in horror as his wife died infront of his own eyes. he couldn't even will himself to get out of the way of the blast of Necrotic fire the dragon unleashed on him, only for it to be stopped by a wall of Black-Ice appearing infront of his trollish form.

"Rebecca... we meet again" BlackIce snarled with hatred. The Dragon Lady sneered in disgust as massive icicles were flung at her.
"Buddy, get out of here, I'll try and handle her!" BlackIce practically shouted. RPtroll could only nod once and flee in anguish as his life was torn from him in a vicious swipe.

His home was destroyed.
His wife was dead.
Someone defiled his Pasta earlier.
His shirt is still stained with Crumpet Juice.
He was denied buttsecks by a dead thing.

'Someone will PAY!'

Chapter 6

RPtroll entered the Sporum HQ with a purpose. He needed answers and he needed to avenge his wife's death. Didzo the receptionist gave RPtroll his complimentary *hunf* face as the trollish figure stormed past. Several people stepped straight out of the way of him as he made his way to the empty lift and traveled to floor 30.

At the back desk of the floor's office sat MetroPolice. he was good at blending into the background and spying for information. if anyone would know what's going on then Metro would know.

"Metro... please you have to help me!" RPtroll begged.
"I know what happened. I'm sorry what happened about your wife but I only know limited information on what is going on regarding you". MetroPolice explained. He gestured RPtroll to follow him to the storage room and they shut the door behind them.

"Honestly, alot of departments don't like you mainly because of what you resemble. You are more hated by the Seniors and the minimum-wage morons than anyone else since it seems that your 'spamming' has caused the most trouble for them. As for Rebecca1208 rising from the dead... you did kind of cheese her off pretty badly while she was alive in the company still, plus...well her rising smells like the work of a compotent Necromancer. There are very few people who can do such a thing with or without Technology and none of them are approachable, especially that... one on floor 42" MetroPolice shuddered to himself.

"Look, If you are to start investigating then I would try and listen in to the gossip that some of the managers will discuss. The BAU, the ECF and the other Senior Managers departments are your best bet to check out".

RPtroll nodded his thanks.
He put a monacle on his face.
He had somewhere to start.

Chapter 7

"...so apparently you say that Becca has arisen from the dead?!"
"Yes. I would not worry though since she won't do anything against us probably"
"If you say so sir. I better be off since I have to finish off those reports on our Wingle Colony Migration".

A figure shrouded in a grey cloak left the 40th floor's main office and went back to his quad-monitor setup behind a opaque window. RPtroll managed to listen to the last parts of the conversation by hiding under a big palm tree which was conveniently next to the office. The BAU didn't seem to have much of a clue of what was happening.

It still didn't mean that they don't endorse the attack on RPtroll.

The trollish figure sighed and sneaked past everyone on that floor and went down to the 25th floor where the ECF offices would be. Strangely enough the main doors remained locked and therefore RPtroll could not progress any further for now. Sighing in defeat he went back down to the 1st floor cafe and ordered some more Pasta.

Sitting down and enjoying the amazing taste of Sporum HQ's Pasta, RPtroll could hear some heated debating coming from two figures from the table ahead of him.

"...you are absolutely serious enough that the recent madness could be because of 'X'?
"No, I don't think so personally. 'D' or 'M' are more likely to be pulling these kinds of experiments off. The... thing on floor 42 could of revived the Dragon Lady. Possibly floor 50..."
"DO NOT... EVER! MENTION THAT FLOOR IN PUBLIC!"
"Sorry, sorry..."

RPtroll rubbed his chin, intrigued by such a discovery. Who were these mysterious code-named people? What kind of... 'thing' could be on Floor 42 and what is this business about the top floor of the Sporum HQ?
His thoughts were interrupted as someone tripped over their shoelaces and managed to spill 'EpicSauceTM' all over RPtroll, the white sauce dripping down his crumpet juice-stained shirt.
"Whoops" Grindstone said, not apologizing at all as he went back to the counter to get more 'EpicSauceTM' for his SporeBurger.

RPtroll ran out of the front door of the building and screamed as his best shirt was yet again ruined.
A bird flew by and pooped in his mouth while he was screaming.

Chapter 8

RPtroll shivered as he arrived on floor 42. The walls were carved with dying, screaming faces in a evil-purple tone and the floors became more and more polished beneath his feet. The gates to the inside room of the 42nd floor remained locked and closed. RPtroll approached the gates which was marked by a Black Skull with a Silver corwn resting on it's head.

"WHAT IS THE GREETING... OF MY LOYALTY, MY PLEDGE AND MY BROTHERHOOD?" The skull on the gates whispered, the empty eye sockets starting to glow a nasty red with every second RPtroll stood there.

"Errm... I don't know" He sheepishly stated. The glowing red sockets in the skulls eyes turned into a wall of swirling red, trapping RPtroll in a painful-looking bubble of intense heat and pain.

"BEGONE!"

RPtroll screamed as his body sizzled under the extreme heat of the bubble as it carried him back into the lift and popped. He mashed the button to get back to his floor, got out of the lift and collapsed mere meters away from his desk while his form smoked.
"Wasn't... *cough* the best idea to *cough* go... t-there" Rptroll wheezed as the medical staff were called and the head member of the medical team Ansje rushed in and gasped at the trollish body smoking and slowly bubbling in-front of her.

"Quick, get him to the medical bay!" Ansje ordered quickly. Three of the medical staff with her each grabbed a corner of the stretcher and whisked their way up the emergency lift onto the 5th floor.

RPtroll awoke many hours later looking almost healed. He was laying on a standard hospital bed in a completly white-looking bay. He could hear a conversation to his right behind a closed curtains since Rptroll seemes to have better hearing than usual.

"...strange things are going on around here, especially today. Rebecca has been spotted burning down the Dargon reserves and she is slowly raising an army of her own dragons by the looks of it. The 'Silenced' on the 42nd floor look quite agitated since they now have to permanently wear concealing dark robes whenever in the building and rumors of recent orders from that... 'thing' leading them seemed to become more and more warped with every day which goes by" The deeper voice stated in a semi-hushed tone.
"I heard rumors that the 'Upper Floors' in general as in Room 40 to the top are getting more involved in watching us all. This place is slowly becoming a Dictatorship to the grunts of the HQ and a paradise for all of it's highest paid" The higher voice snarled.
"Whoever can get past that blasted gate on the 42nd floor to find out what is actually going on will probably be targeted for death if they are ever caught. On the flip-side they will know more information than anyone else here".

RPtroll heard enough. He will have to try and penetrate the defenses of Floor 42. Just as he tried to get up, a sharp pain ripped across his skin and the extra-strength morphine kicked in.

He slowly started to laugh like a looney, his dribble spinning off of his face and swinging around the ward in circles. The medical staff rushed in and knocked him out with gas and sighed in disgust.
There was now dribble marks all over the walls and floors. Plus it was Troll dribble.
The junior healer cried as she probably had the job of cleaning it all up.

Chapter 9

"GET ME INTO THE 42nd FLOOR NOW!" RPtroll screamed at a bound figure in the Sporum HQ's abandoned warehouse on the ground floor.
"Youuu... You of all people want to get into the 42nd floor" the bound figure sneered mockingly. Rptroll backhanded the figure around the face painfully.

RPtroll had no choice but to resort to extreme measures.
"If you Don't talk... I will have to deposit the Waste from my backside into your mouth forcefully. I've also been eating Bacon Spam as well to make it worse..."
NO NO NO! OKAY I'LL LET YOU IN JUST PLEASE DON'T DEPOSIT DIGESTED BACON SPAM INTO MY MOUTH" the bound figure screamed in horror.

They reached the gate to the 42nd floor minutes later.
"WHAT IS THE GREETING... OF MY LOYALTY, MY PLEDGE AND MY BROTHERHOOD?" The Skull-marked gate asked again.
"I am loyal and only loyal to yourself, I am loyal to your goals and I give my life to you Lord End"
"WELCOME... BROTHER".

The gates opened and black mist poured out, blocking the sight ahead of RPtroll. The cloaked figure looked at the Troll with a scared, disturbed face.
"O-okay the gate is open. Quick! get inside before anyone see's what you are doing!" The cloaked figure urged hurriedly. RPtroll nodded in response and journeyed into the black smoke.

When RPtroll traveled past the smoke, the room he was in made him gasp softly. The Whole floor was simply an Onyx-Black color, a Very High-up throne sitting at the back of the room. The Onyx in the walls and floors was carved to fit royalty with a twisted evil edge to it. Purple light-filled orbs floated near to the throne. Sitting at the Throne was a Skeleton in Robes wearing the same type of crown that was marked on the gate with it's head down and his echo-like voice purring softly as his form remained barely conscious.

"Feed... me. Feed me more energy. Feed me more... life."

RPtroll looked in horror as one of the orbs which suddenly gained a screaming face drifted towards the Skeleton figure on it's throne and was absorbed by it, making the figure on the throne shake in delight as the poor soul's very existence was broken down and converted into power. Figures started to come out of the smoke and approach the Skeleton on his throne just as Rptroll managed to half-hide in the swirling lack smoke.

"LichLord Doomsoul, we bring you good news!" one of the Cloaked figures stated enthusiastically.
"Speak" Doomsoul hissed, his skeletal form energized enough to look up at who was addressing him. The others remained silent as a report was told to the Lich Lord. RPtroll's eyes widened at some of the things mentioned.

"Good... Resurrecting Becca was a good idea after all. I need you all to find out more information about BlackIce, RPtroll and anyone else who is interfering with my plans which I was... paid to do lets say" Doomsoul said, dismissing the Brotherhood. One figure stayed behind shortly.

"Ice, i need you to contact 'X'. There has been... 'unusual' activity coming off of the top floor. I'm forbidden to discuss it with you but what I know so far worries me" The Lich Lord asked. IceInMyBlood nodded, understanding how delicate this order could be since he knew what 'X' was like.

RPtroll got out of there quickly and rushed down to his office.

Chapter 10

Drew980, Kaleon, Lonestar45, HangingDeath, SapphireFlame and T3hPiti all sat around a table in the BAU office on the 40th floor.

"Fold" Kaleon droned. This was the 5th deal with an awful hand dealt.
"Fold" SapphireFlame said. The Deal looked risky.
"Fold" T3hPiti sighed.
"...all in!" HangingDeath stated loudly, shoving his medium-sized pile of chips into the pot. Everyone looked at him funnily for a moment as he failed to hide a nasty smirk.
"...definitely folding" Drew980 announced wisely.
"You know what Ling, I think I will match your silly game and i will also go all in" Lonestar45 smirked. The last card was dealt and HangingDeath had to show his hand first. He smirked as he put his cards onto the table.

"Flush, Ace high!" he stated loudly and with glee. Lone looked straight into Hang's eyes and smirked.
"Straight-Flush, Ace high!" Lone stated loudly as he smacked his cards onto the table, cackling madly as he became the richest player in the game.

"You guys make me sick, I'ma leaving the building" Hang sniffled, his Electric Flying Stallion warping into existance. They flew out of the building through an open doorway going onto an open balcony and rode into the clouds to morn his loss... of absolutely nothing except his pride.

RPtroll was relaxing outside enjoying the sun.
Suddenly Flying Stallion poop landed in his eyes.
RPtroll ran around and screamed as the Stallion poop electrocuted his eyes. Ansje sighed as she had to get a team of people to take the Troll to the medical bay.

Again.

Chapter 11

RPtroll seemed intrigued. Today began the Sporum HQ's Metal Festival and all employees of the company got to go free. Not minding metal and thinking that absolutely everyone will be there, RPtroll decided to go along.

Everyone else was pretty pumped. Not so much for the music but for the sheer energy and power that such an event in large numbers can bring. There's nothing like moshing with your fellow Sporumers than to do so with a line-up involving thesporemasters: Slime (On the vocals), Parka(On Guitar), Blackbird (On Drums) and DOCG_Kyle (On Bass). 'Trickatel & The Guitar solo's from Hell' is also featured and LichLord-Doomsoul himself is playing some of his new material.

Everyone stopped doing work for the day since they could get away with it and went outside in their normal clothes and drank lots of cheap yellow beer which is sold at every gig everywhere. once everyone including RPtroll was properly intoxicated (and the beer stool thousands of pounds richer) thesporemasters came on stage.

Blackbird introduced an epic drum solo which got everyone pumped for the buildup as Parka started shredding his guitar like an Ascended Demon from the Lava pits below.

"Four, Three, Two, ONE! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Slime's metal screech kicked the humungous mosh pit in as everyone played at over 240BPM. Parka unleashed an epic solo which melted several faces and made the moshers in the Pit (pretty much everyone) to go crazy before the vocals kicked in:

We are thesporemasters,
We are going to smash your faces in!
All bow down to the BanHammer,
Rot in rotation-ban agony!
Spam in my thread, you will die,
Flame on the forum, forfeit your life!
Mess us around and you'll burn in hell,
Bring forth the Banpocalypse!

The really heavy part kicked in, teeth and blood flying everywhere as everyone started to Mosh everywhere, even the merch-stool guys and the sound technicians decided to jump in. RPtroll really got into the mood 9with the assistance of cheap beer) and moshed with everyone else, his fist 'accidentally' catching chantai71 in the jaw.

They continued on for a couple more songs and then retired to their Quarters of Awesome to sit down and drink Claymore (Scottish Whiskey) while talking about who has the best Top Hats. Trickatel came o the stage and down a 30 minute-long solo which melted even more faces and then walked off.

LichLord-Doomsoul was the final act, himself on the vocals with the rest of the 'Cloaked ones' on the instruments. This was the build up everyone was waiting for before the track kicked in and the Insanity was brought forth.

The Track (Made by myself with my own vocal work):
http://soundcloud.com/lichlordofficial/llm-bowdowntothelichlord

The show finished several songs later with everyone's faces smiling but also resembling mince from all of the drunk moshing that everyone done. RPtroll decided to hide up backstage to see if anything is being discussed. He managed to find a crate to sit in and listen.

"...I don't trust the LichLord or his little 'army' of 'Cloaked ones' which follow his commands. They are probably one of the most publicly powerful departments" a figure hissed.
"I'm more worried about the BAU and thesporemasters to be honest. They have been in power over us for a long time and although nothing bad has happened, they are all starting to look more and more insane" another figure sighed. They both walked off somewhere else and RPtroll snooped upto thesporemasters lounge window to see what they were all discussing.

"My Top Hat is so good, it's other top hat has a small figure of a guy wearing a Top hat on top" sporemasterblackbird boasted with glee. sporemasterparka raised an eyebrow as he conjured a gust of wind to blow the top hats off of BB's head. Snickering ensured.
"I say, there seems to be a rumor going around at the moment involving Becca's Revenge. Apparently Sharples is already dead, BlackIce is wanted by her now and RPtroll might be next" Slyth drawled, much to RPtroll's horror. Be backed off to his new fortified home a few blocks away and thought long and hard on how to defend himself. he sighed and went to sleep.

An angel descended down form the heavens and looked sadly upon the sleeping form of RPtroll. She couldn't help him that much but a small token of luck could be the blessing that this unlucky Troll had been looking for. She waved her hands and a Sword made out of Pure light was created. She floated it down gently besides RPtroll's long bed table and flew away.

Chapter 12

RPtroll awoke the next morning to see a Sword made out of Light resting on his table side. A note was left underneath it, it's handwriting looked like rich scripture.

Use it wisely. I believe in you.
- Angel of Fate

He looked out of the opened window into the skies above to see if there was any clue of an 'angel' who descended to give him a powerful weapon. He sighed and shut the windows and drove to work in a Pink Mini-cooper with an 'EpicDrinkTM' dispenser inside which was invented by the one and only Grindstone himself. Arriving theough the main door and once again getting a face from Didzo the receptionist he made sure that the sword was hidden safely underneath the back of his work shirt. Going up to his office, he managed to this time avoid GroxLord and his groping powers expertly and get some work done twice as quickly.

By Lunchtime he had finished his daily load and managed to get some time together to 'investigate' whatever was going on. Security Guard Whoster in his Captain Armour was warding people away from a Toxic spill on the 28th floor. The spill had consumed the entrance to a managers office but luckily there was no one inside. The guards all turned away and approached whoster.

"Sir, do you have any idea what happened?" One of the Trainee Guards asked curiously.
"I have a clue... It might of been leaking through the pipes from one of the higher floors, possibly the forbidden labs on floors 43-46. I don't like some of the things that have happened there" Whoster sighed. He dismiseed the guards and shooed everyone out of the floor.

RPtroll took the guard's words and went up to the 43rd floor. For some reason the security cameras around the white walls were not operating today since RPtroll simply strolled straight into the department. Taking a sharp right, he found the clothing room and knocked out a Scientist in there getting dressed to steal his hooded lab coat. Just for good measures he pooped on the guy's face.

It contained rather nasty bacon Chunks.
The poor lad will be out for weeks.

No one could see RPtroll's face from underneath the hood and lab coat so he went around with a clipboard, eying up the different experiments, each with morbid curiosity. One particular tank held the undead scale of Rebecca, another tank contained floating screaming soul, similar to the ones found around the LichLord's chamber. Some 'EpicSauceTM' was being recreated for a more... deadlier purpose by the looks of it and many other strange experiments littered the labs. They went upstairs over three floors aswell with the Top Lab reading the power levels of several areas of the building, the highest strangely enough coming from the Top floor, Number 50. Several other floors like Number 42, the ground floor, floor 20 and floor 47 contained a high amount of power aswell.

An almighty crash shook the whole floor all-of-a-sudden. RPtroll looked out of the labs kitchen window and saw probably the worst sight.

The undead dragonlady, Rebecca had returned, the severed head of BlackIce in her grip as she laughed insanely.
"YOU ARE NEXT LITTLE TROLL..." She growled very lowly, her voice sounding spectral as the undead dragon she was riding on smashed into the building and knocked RPtroll out of the window and into the air, falling to certain death below. The little troll prayed for anything to help him... anything at all.

The sword of light answered his call.

The sword flew straight into RPtroll's hand and his fall slowed down until he got to the ground outside the entrance to the Sporum HQ building. Rebecca and her dragon landed seconds later, preparing themselves for a showdown.
"DO YOU THINK... YOUR GLOWING TOOTHPICK CAN HARM ME?!" Becca laughed insanely. The dragon roared and built up a blast of Necrotic acid and fired it straight at RPtroll.

The Battle had begun.

Chapter Unlucky-13
BOSS BATTLE: Rebecca1208 The Undead DragonLady

Battle Music


RPtroll rolled out of the way of the Necrotic Blast, unsheathing his sword and swiping it diagonally towards Rebecca's Dragon. A beam of light shot out of the swipe and dug straight into the bone of the dragon, making it hiss in annoyance as it chipped away at the exposed bone on it's leg. The dragon took to the skies, battering the Sporum HQ, the windows smashing creating a deadly Rain-Of-Glass which RPtroll managed to mostly protect himself from, save one or two nasty cuts on his face which made him hiss.

"YOU HAVE AN ANGELS WEAPON?" Rebecca barked at RPtroll. She and the dragon dived straight into RPtroll, knocking him back quite a long way, knocking the troll's body into some parked cars which overturned at the force of the crash. He groaned but was still in shape to fight on thanks to his tough Troll skin. He ran back to the aquare and as the dragon went in for another dive, he sidestepped the dragon and ran it's sword through the dragon's moving form.

The Dragon gargled blood as it's side was completely split in half. Its guts spilled out onto the steps of the Sporum HQ as it shuddered one last deathly roar and died. Rebecca howled in distress as her mount had ceased. She turned around, her flesh slowly turning more and more Draconian and skeletal-like.

"FINE... I SHALL TAKE YOU ON BY MYSELF"

She waved her hand and cracks in the ground appeared, skeletal hands coming out of the cracks waved around trying to grab or injure RPtroll who swung through all of the hands and get closer to Becca's form. She grew a Claymore-sized blade out of her right forearm and her left forearm turned into a scaly shield. They both were locked in deadly sword combat, each one swinging at each other powerfully as the light clashed with the undead. Rebecca smirked triumphantly as she slashed RPtroll's chest, making him stagger back as he started to lose blood.

"CAN'T HANDLE LITTLE OLD ME?" She mocked insanely, her laughter making her spasm more and more as she grew wings rapidly out of her back and flew into the skies above. Raising her sword, she swirled it around and around. The skies turned golden as the clouds swirled into the shape of a dragon's roaring head. She flew into the cloudy dragon shape.

It's eyes turned a diseased-golden color.

A fireball of humungous proportions could be seen building up from it's mouth as everyone in the city started screaming in terror. She built it up and up and up until it could easily eviscerate central London.

"GOODNIGHT"

The Humungous fireball slowly floated down, aiming directly for RPtroll. It was simply too big to outrun and he only had one chance to turn the tide.
'Please, may the ones I have loved lend me strength in this battle' pouring all of his prayers into the sword. he gasped as the ghostly forms of Sharples and BlackIce descended before him, smiling and floating into the blade of the Sword Of Light. it glowed even more brightly than before as the fireball was almost there.

RPtroll could only get into the skies one way that quickly. he ran into the corner shop and in record time he ate enough Bacon SPAM and baked beans to probably fuel a rocket off of the gas. Getting back outside and letting off the world's biggest fart known to man, he was propelled into the sky quickly enough to reach the fireball before it got near the Sporum HQ skyscraper.

It was unbearably hot, his skin started to sizzle the closer he got. Letting out a humungous warcry, the sword touched the surface of the fireball.

The Light clanged with the fireball, the lended strength propelled the humungous fireball big enough to destroy pretty much anything all the way back into the Sky towards Rebecca. her eyes could only widen in horror as she was consumed by the fireball. It exploded in the air, the blast wave knocking everyone in London off of their feet and cracking several windows in every single building. To RPtroll's fascination and slight horror, Rebecca's body survived the massive explosion in the sky and the heavy thud as he hit the concrete hard. her form resembled Blackened Charred flesh and bone with gaping holes in her body. She slowly arose to her feet, snarling and screeching in an otherworldly tone as she dashed towards RPtroll for one last attack.

A crumpet stained in crumpet juice sat on the floor of the pavement as Rebecca skipped on it and fell straight into the path of the Sword of Light. She convulsed madly until her form went completely still seconds later, the orbs of undeath in her eyes extinguished and her soul put to rest once again.

Even though RPtroll collapsed from exhaustion and severe cuts to his face and second-degree burns to over 30% of his Trollish body, he was proclaimed a hero that day.

Chapter 14

RPtroll kept his Sword of Light proudly strapped to his back as everyone simply stared at him as he walked through the reception area. No one really liked him, but he still saved the Sporum HQ from being crushed by Rebecca's Sun-sized fireball (Didzo still gave RPtroll a face though as usual). Due to his head injuries, RPtroll could hear even better now but no one could explain why he was so deathly afraid of Crumpets now.

He continued on with his work in the office, more than usual due to the general destruction of property two days ago. He finished up just after lunch and sat in the Coffee bar on the 1st floor balcony. Today, sporemasterparkaboy was at the bar, laughing and chatting to a group of random people. RPtroll as curious to hear what was being discussed, especially since a sporemaster was present.

"I think... we should all go to that floor which is being used as a Paintball arena and use our own guns and whatnot" sporemasterparkaboy suggested. Everyone agreed with enthusiasm. The Paintball building across the street was good but the stock paintball guns were not very decent. Parkaboy gave a small smirk as his next sentence came out.

"I ordered a Browning Machine-Gun in the form of a paint-ball gun for like £3000, imported from America. I might just take the tripod off of it and carry it around with a feeder going straight into the ammo box. Imagine the carnage!" He laughed. Everyone else looked slightly whiter at the sheer carnage and bruises that such a monstrous Paintball machine gun could unload. RPtroll was intrigued. He decided to go along tonight to the arena.

Lots of people arrived to the Paintball arena floor (which was numbered 13 funnily enough) and geared up. Most of them geared up with the stock chest Armour and Camoflague overalls with their semi-automatic basic weapons. One or two groups came up with slightly pricier weapons, most of them came with nasty-looking assault rifles. Everyone gasped and stared fearfully as sporemaster's Parkaboy and Blackbird entered the arena entrance with their gear on.

Parkaboy was wearing a full-on padded suit with a massive tank on his tank full of thousands of paint-balls. The feeder fed straight into the ammo box of the Browning machine gun he was holding with two hands. His mask resembled a glowing red Hockey mask with the word 'Leader' engraved into it.

Blackbird was simply wearing a brown Long-coat with no Armour on except for His mask underneath his top hat wearing a Top hat. The mask resembled a stitched-up face but the eyes holes were completely black. He could see out of them but no one could see his eyes as black smoke constantly poured out. He had four paintball land mines strapped to the side of his long-coat with an extra five frags and three stuns and extra magazines for his Paintball Sniper-Rifle with a barrel length of over 60 inches.

They both smirked under their masks as sporemasterparkaboy went up onto the stage.
"Tonight... we will play things slightly differently. It will be myself and this rather handsome chap next to me with the face-mincing Sniper-Rifle against the rest of you" Parkaboy announced. Everyone else looked very afraid, even though their team would have over 50 people on it against these two professionals. Both of the sporemaster's Bro-Fisted and then ran into the other side of the office-like arena. The big team fearfully walked in and spreaded out, hiding behind upturned desks and old chunky monitors. RPtroll took up a position behind a filing cabinet.

The starting whistle went off and all of the lights went off for a moment, suspending everyone in darkness. Some of them came back on while other ones kept flickering to distort people's vision as they slowly approached the other end of the floor where the two sporemaster's resided. As a group of Five suddenly rushed forwards, Blackbird threw out a land-mine which erupted a humungous blast of paint over the five figures. They were blasted off of their feet and the Marshall blew the whistle to pronounce they were taken out. They trod to the side of the arena looking glum and wincing while they were walking.

The more carefull ten were forced to take cover as Parkaboy jumped out of cover and with a humungous roar he revved up and fired the browning upon everyone. A huge storm of paintball rained upon everyone, the stray ones traveling at such high speeds that another 10 people were taken out of the game. Although one or two people managed to hit Parkaboy from behind cover it didn't affect him in the slightest in all of that armor. Someone else gave a cry of pain as they were sniped in the side of the head by BlackBird, his smokey horrific mask popping out of the shadows constantly to snipe down those who were foolish to expose themselves.

There were only 20 people left. RPtroll got hit in the hand by one of Parkaboy's Browning paintball shots and hissed but wasn't whistled out of the game. He spun round suddenly and fired a shot which clipped the side of Blackbird's mask successfuly. it jolted the Sporemaster's head back slightly but he managed to snipe RPtroll in the same arm his hand got hit. RPtroll cried out as the high-velocity paintball hit him and split his skin open. The marshall ran to him and asked if he was fine to continue. RPtroll grunted saying that he 'was fine' and the Marshall nodded and ran over to two more fallen forms.

Davo screamed "LEEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, JENKINS!" and charged into the storm of paintballs that Parkaboy was still firing. using his l33t hax0rz and Matric-like doding and flips he managed to dodge most of Parkaboy's paintballs and kick one of Blackbird's land mines underneath the colossal form of the sporemaster with the browning. The resulting explosion took out Davo but it also took out Parkaboy from the game.

Only five people remained at that point, three as Blackbird quickly sniped the two idiots in the head as they both tried to flank his position. Only RPtroll and Dirtymeat remained on the large team. Dirtymeat sighed and chucked a frag grenade at Blackbird's position which forced the sporemaster out of his position. Blackbird covered by throwing two of his stun grenades away from him as he took up position behind a group of flickering lights behind three corner desks joined together. RPtroll got up and shot a few paintballs at the desk and managed to hit Blackbird again this time time in the foot. The Marshall watched closely now since this was nearly the end of the battle.

"Thou commoners shall bow before my onslaught" Blackbird hissed as he threw all of his remaining landmines around RPtroll and Dirtymeat. he unleashed frag after frag upon their position, one taking out Dirtymeat and the other one narrowly missing RPtroll. Only the two of them remained.

As Blackbird popped his head up, RPtroll scored a direct hit to the sporemaster's mask, flooring his form. The marshall ran over but Blackbird smacked the Marshall's hand out of the way and took the extended barrell off of his Sniper rifle. The short barreled set-up let him aim faster and sped up the balls at the cost of accuracy. He rushed out of his position and quickly shot the two land mines surrounding RPtroll.

RPtroll's world exploded in paint & pain as his trollish form flew away from his position and crashed into a heap of old monitors and chairs, immobilizing his form. The sporemasters cheered in delight as they won again for the 5th week in a row. Everyone else groaned, mainly because of the bruises covering their bodies. RPtroll had to be taken to the medical bay again.

At least he managed to score a few hits against the sporemasters.

Chapter 15

RPtroll looked on wearily as more of the Lich Lord's robed servants went into the Skull-marked door on the 42nd floor. More and more whispers and worried tones could be heard from the robed figures as time went on. Most of them nervously walked in and most of them walked out afterwards shaking in pain. The troll sighed in annoyance at the lack of information and descended down to the crafting levels in the floor 30 region where some mighty-looking combat ships were being test-trialled. He stealthily slid up to the side of one of the cabinet units in the managers office and listened in.

"Yes yes, the combat ships will be used for *cleaning* lets say. There are places and there are people who are in the company and even outside of the Sporum HQ which could harm us all" TheShipBuilder muttered gravely to his companion. He wiped his forehead with a cloth and took a swig of Whiskey from his ship-shaped hip flask.
"I'm getting more and more scared from everyone high up in power or are simply too dangerous. Floors 40 to 49 could turn against the rest of the company and enslave us all if they really wanted to.

RPtroll was about to jump out and demand to know what happened when suddenly a humungous explosion shook the whole building. Alarms went off around every single floor and everyone started to run round, panicking. The troll escaped to the lobby only to meet an interestingly scary sight.

Down below many other trollish figures were raiding the building from the ground floor. The sporemasters themselves were jumping straight into the battle, Banhammers simply disintegrating the trolls on every hit. Some of the elite guard cleared away the bodies of the fallen workers while Didzo used his -face attack on the remaining trolls, sending them to their knees.

During the confusion down below, several doors were left unattended and the 42nd floor was left unwatched. A slight spike of power could be felt from the top floor, floor 50 but settled once again.

Everyone managed to get back to work normally again after 20 minutes of clearing away the mess and reassigning workers to fill the positions of the dead ones. RPtroll decided to stay out of the way and let someone else do the paperwork for awhile. In the employee relaxing floor, BAU members and other departments were arguing with each other more and more while the Lich Lord's Guard coolly observed, gathering information for their master.

As RPtroll went to the lift to get to the 1st floor cafe, a sharp blow to the head caught his trollish form and knocked him out. The figures carried his body away.

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"Prepare the final stage of the ritual" An echo-filled voice could be heard hovering above RPtroll's awakening body. He opened his eyes and could only see the blurry outline of the Onyx-Black halls of the 42nd floor.

He was stuck.
The Lich-Lord Doomsoul had him bound
He was probably going to be sacrificed.

"From the skies of life to death's-core I bring you a specimen to harvest their life-force from to power you through another day. I grant you half of a soul"

Doomsoul floated closer, his skeletal hands grasped around RPtroll's chest.
"I would say that this is nothing personal but I'm tired of you spying on me"

Just as RPtroll shut his eyes, anticipating a very painful death, the doors to the hallway banged open and ten Elite Guards rushed towards the Lich Lord.
"HALT! BY THE DECREE OF THE SPOREMASTERS WE HEREBY ARREST YOU LICH LORD!"

Doomsoul laughed insanely as the first heavily-armored guard in Gold and White rushed forwards. A swirling purple strand tore through the guards body, spinning him around at such high speeds that his limbs were torn off and flew around, shattered into pieces. The guard screams were ended as he was propelled into the spears of the other Elite guards which were stanced forwards.

They all rushed the Lich at once, trying to encircle him. Two of the guards were set alight in black fire as their Armour and flesh melted, leaving only bone. They reanimated itself and picked up the fallen swords, snarling and rushing towards the other guards who were trying to desperately defend themselves against the Lich. Doomsoul snarled as one of the spears managed to poke through his rib-cage and nearly strike his floating soul-stone. Waving a pattern around in the air with his skeletal hands, a rain of razor-sharp needles descended down upon the remaining guards, their exposed flesh literally collapsing with every needle strike. Doomsoul descended down upon the dying guards, connecting his skeletal jaw with their blood-stained lips as their souls were sucked out and fed to him.

Imagine his surprise when the Lich Lord felt a sharp jolt of pain as his soul-stone was cracked by RPtroll from behind with one of the guards swords. The troll's body was blasted back and hit the Onyx-black wall painfully, cracks running along the downed form of RPtroll.
"So... it comes to this now mmm? I can't let you ever walk out of those doors again, especially after that stupid little thing you done there" The Lich Lord whispered very dangerously as he approached RPtroll to destroy him.

Chapter 16
BOSS BATTLE: Lich-Lord Doomsoul

Battle Music


Lich-Lord Doomsoul instantly threw a ball of swirling black fire at RPtroll, the fire morphing into a screaming head as RPtroll narrowly avoided the resulting explosion. Picking up the sword, he decapitated the head of one of the Lich-Lord's new Skeletal guard. An arrow struck RPtroll in the shoulder painfully as a skeletal archer managed to hit him. Not having anytime to pause, he moved quickly, dodging different types of fire and soul-damaging magics which were being rained down upon his Trollish form.

"Why do you never stay still!"

Doomsoul teleported back onto his throne, the whole throne floating up into the air as a grotesque eye appeared out of the top of it, it's pupil slowly bleeding, it's blood dripping down around the throne like rain. The Eye charged up fully and shot out a humungous laser beam which RPtroll got hit by.

If it wasn't for the shield that RPtroll was protecting his form from, he would be outright dead. Still, the outer-layer of his skin crisped up nastily, his legs and upper arms reduced to painful cinders. He hissed nastily and catapulted the sword at the Lich-Lord on his throne. It soared through the air and embedded itself into the Lich Lord's pelvis area.

"No matter, I don't feel physical pain since I'm already dead"

Doomsoul Teleported straight in front of RPtroll, grabbing the Troll by the neck with magic-infused strength and repeatedly smashing him into the floor and chucking the Troll around like a rag-doll while he laughed in hysterical amusement. The Lich-Lord looked like he was simply toying with him at this stage.

RPtroll could barely stand up now. His body resembled charred coal, his bones were mostly snapped and it was only his trollish genes which kept him going. he rolled out of the way as a wall of zombies arose from the ground and exploded seconds later from where he was originally standing. A wall of black smoke broke out towards the Troll, a swarm of Locusts and hornets buzzing angrily as they slowly approached. RPtroll could only guess where Doomsoul was as he Frisbee the shield through the smoke.

The Sharp-edged shield flew through the black smoke, slicing directly through the frail rib-bone of the Lich Lord and hitting his soul-stone, fracturing it even more. A bloodcurdling scream could be heard as his soul was damaged further. The Black floors and walls cried with rivers of blood which slowly filled up the floor as their master was damaged.

"NONONONONONONOMOREENERGYNEEDEDMOREENERGYNEEDED!"

The Lich Lord kept twitching more and more as he called off the cloud of insects and plague to feed himself more souls. Hundreds of them raced through the air, screaming as they were absorbed into his soul-stone. It healed him slightly but the damage was done.

"You... will pay for that!"

The Lich Lord sprouted skeletal wings, the bone supported by dripping-red skin. Folding them up to charge, he grunted with the sheer energy which was being built up. RPtroll managed to get behind a pillar just as the Lich Lord released the energy building up around the hallway.
Thousands of hands sprouted out of the wings, gripping onto everything into the hall. Two of them dragged RPtroll out from behind cover and popped both of his outstretched arms out of his sockets. RPtroll hung uselessly as the snarling face of the Lich-Lord was mere inches apart from him, his Skeletal head and his silver crown shining with victory. Doomsoul opened his jaws.

RPtroll convulsed as he could feel something inside of him trying to slither out. It was pain beyond pain as a glowing white and purple orb flew out of his mouth and into the Lich's soul-stone. he couldn't wonder anymore as his eyes shut and his soul-less body slumped to the floor as Doomsoul laughed insanely.

Something wasn't right. RPtroll's soul wasn't compatible. Lich-Lord Doomsoul hissed as he was forced to evict the damaging soul back into RPtroll's body as his energy was rapidly depleting from the infection.

"Your soul infected me... It's only fair I infect you if it's the last thing I have the energy to do for now..."

The Lich-Lord's hands glowed with a sickly golden color as the mark of a skeletal bird was burned into RPtroll's neck. Doomsoul was forced to teleport away to regain his strength, knowing that it would take a long time.

RPtroll's body still layed there in a pool of the hall's crying rivers of blood, hardly alive as he was simply washed away to the sides of the hallway to be forgotten about and left to die.

Chapter 17

Rptroll had a sore backside.
Rptroll was not only covered in dried blood, but also a fine assortment of gravy and Indian spices coating his tailored troll suit.
Rptroll shook his head in defeat and simply smashed a potato into his head to complete his made-up-on-the-spot Avante-Garde style of clothing.

He walked around, still feeling painful even after the agonising two weeks of having his soul sucked out of him and force-fed back into his own body at the near-brink of death by the Lich Lord Doomsoul. The atmosphere around the whole Headquarters on every single floor was darker. The top 10 floors have been put onto high alert and no one can get up there except by going up the stairs riddled with armed guards.

Rptroll sat down in the cafe when all of a sudden an explosion rocked the building and warning signs went off as the power was knocked out. Everyone ran around screaming, Grindstone spilling his EpicSauceTM all over Rptroll in the process. People ran outside of the front door of the Sporum HQ to see a horrible sight.

The BAU floor has been completely obliterated.

"DIDZO ATE IT!" Drew wailed as he materialised a Helicopter Gunship out of nowhere and flew down to the ground. Didzo wearing his usual face was aided by his loyal followers, the glimps who sneered down at the Sporeans and used their glimpy powers to make Didzo hover in the air.

"The department has been gutted out, nothing remains" Doctor Doctor stated to Didzo, the LOLDIS materialising in the air randomly between them. They both stepped in, talking about the tastiest furniture and the LOLDIS materialised somewhere which no one knows about.

Chapter 18

RPtroll had a case of depressive derps.

Walking through the Cafe, he ordered an extra sharp loaf of bread and some derp sauce to play around with. Sitting down at the table next to the balcony, he opened his two slices of bread and spreaded some Derp sauce over it to make a Derpwich. Taking a bite, RPtroll felt a strange feeling.

It wasn't just any feeling,
It was a special feeling,
One which made him tingle in strange places,
One which crossed his eyes in different ways,
One which made him excrete a fine assortment of items, including a bicycle, a TV and Blackbird's lost Gentelmen's Pipe.

He jumped off of the balcony into the reception and ran onto the reception desk. Shouting random one and two-line phrases, he broke down in laughter as laZ0rz shot out of his trollish eyes and hit many people in the head, making them go all herpy and derpy.

Oranges fell from the skies as everyone started to spasm into the pavement.
Unsurprisingly the Moderators had lots of paperwork that day.

Darkhole54321 wrote:As I asked before, it this pre-written or do make it as you go along? Its hilarious either way.

HangingDeath wrote:

Darkhole54321 wrote:As I asked before, it this pre-written or do make it as you go along? Its hilarious either way.

Probably types it up in Word, edits it, formats it, then pastes it here.

That's at least what I do with stories. Although I use Wordpad.

BenKane wrote:

HangingDeath wrote:

Darkhole54321 wrote:As I asked before, it this pre-written or do make it as you go along? Its hilarious either way.

Probably types it up in Word, edits it, formats it, then pastes it here.

That's at least what I do with stories. Although I use Wordpad.

Why would he need to format it? It's just plain text. Anyways this is pretty nice. I've always liked creative writing (although I was never very good at it. :P), but all we ever do in school is repetative research projects and things like that. And I'd rather not take a creative writing elective because there are other courses I would rather take.

HangingDeath wrote:

BenKane wrote:

HangingDeath wrote:

Darkhole54321 wrote:As I asked before, it this pre-written or do make it as you go along? Its hilarious either way.

Probably types it up in Word, edits it, formats it, then pastes it here.

That's at least what I do with stories. Although I use Wordpad.

Why would he need to format it? It's just plain text. Anyways this is pretty nice. I've always liked creative writing (although I was never very good at it. :P), but all we ever do in school is repetative research projects and things like that. And I'd rather not take a creative writing elective because there are other courses I would rather take.

Just said formatting since I usually submit them to a forum that requires .docx files. Obviously he wouldn't have to as there is little in this except text.

And you get creative writing electives? Lucky git, all I get is band...And I have no musical skill whatsoever.

BenKane wrote:Lol, and yes. What instrument do you have? Becuase in some cases not having musical skills is pretty easy to hide. :P We have a ton of electives in my school, and I suppose I'm lucky in that case. So far I've been swaying more towards the technology/science courses.