Tell me:
1). What type of troll you are. As in a fictional troll, not the internet kind.
Dang it! I was gonna reply I the internet kind.
2). What is the main plot of your story.
They were on a purge for all non-human violent species that translated to all ugly non-human species. They deemed trolls, wraiths...many ones dangerous and violent to humans. Surprisingly they never deemed faeries, vamps, those kinds as bad even though those kinds have done some pretty scary shit to humans too...
So I went into hiding as my troll town got raided. No one came to help us, not even fellow non-humans. They believed the humans over us. I watched as there was not countless families were slaughtered in front of me that night...
I ran with my little siblings to the spaceship at the science insitute arc we trolls had just recently implemented. There was only one cockpit in the existing lone spaceship that could take flight. Me and my sibling looked at each other closely, our eyes grieving.
Than suddenly, I shoved my sibling as I got into the cockpit. I wanted to survive. Even if it means sacrificing my own kin.
I powered up the spaceship and took off to the moon. I stood there on the moon as I watched in my suit the devastation of trolls taking place on Earth. You could see so many trying to extinguish us. It made me regret to leave everything behind and sad to feel like the only troll left in this world...
So I started to colonize the Moon. There was no place for me left on earth. Perhaps someday I could find any potential existing trolls left and maybe repopulate our kind...
At last, the wish was short-lived. Almost a decade later and the humans have taken up to space exploration and begin to colonize the moon. They couldn't find any explanation for the things I constructed on the moon, but since I evaded them so tactifully for so long, they decided to go ahead and plant themselves on the moon. They built cities on the dusty moon, with their main bustling city Tethryanclson, right over my very own abode (i was living in caves at that time underground).
They still hated the trolls though and it seemed like they were on the verge of wiping us from the face of existence. Occasionally there were be troll hunters in the surface city above me. It feels me with despair yet hope; they are still hunting my kindred out there, so there must be some that still have survived the waves of massacres.
I met the witch BaYigsonalr who will help me perform my transformation into an troll in the eyes of those who view me, anytime I put on a simple ogre skin mask.What she did not say that it would have been permanent if I kept it on for more than 16 hours.
At last, one night I was evading those bedamned hunters. Exhausted I feel asleep for a day and a half. The next day, to my horror, I had become an ogre. It stopped me from being hunted for a long time, but also robbed me of the one thing I had left to prove what my existence was.
But when I look in the mirror, all I saw myself was a troll. So I decided, to secretly and stealthily advocate for the life of trolls under the pretense of an ogre, to show and change views. All in the while as I slowly plan to build a troll empire in the next galaxy over...
To be continued...
3). The hardships your troll will face on its journey to becomnig an Ogre.
How not to let out a massive stink like what normal trolls do.
How do I clean my earwax now, since I'm no longer like Shrek.
Being trolled and ridiculed by fellow Ogres but cannot fit in with the trolls either.
4). Why being am ogre is better.
Because I can enjoy Oreos. And ogres go hand in hand with munching on Oreos.
No one is attacking ogres because of Shrek yet. They're next on the list of targeted human species to wipe out, but there hasn't been much done yet. So just assuming its safe to pretend to be one of them...for now...
