Your name is Corna Mokern you are a frivolous young troll who takes pride in all her things. Mostly her drawing book. Oh that lovely drawing book.

Corna. Lick the pages of your drawing book.

You take a big wopping lick of all the pages. Tastes like pure, ecstasy.

Captchalog Coloring book.

No worries, mama fish got's cha.

right as your about to take in the rest of your room another troll decides to message you.

LateBaggart has started chirping with UnderwaterCatfisher

LB: HEllo corna! HOw are you today?

UC: Hell4 I:?

LB: HEhe hopefully you're not up to anything suspicious. RIght?

UC: N4t p5rticul5rlly.

LB: THought so that's good.

UC: I w5s in the middle 4f d4ing s4mething. I h5ve n4 clue t4 the reas4n y4u h5ve mess5ged me. I:????

LB: JUst wanting to check up on you to see if youre doing okay. ITs dangerous for your kind to go around on your own. OH wow that sounded worse than I wanted.

UC: My kind? I:'(((

LB: PLease forgive me corna. THat was my mistake. I Didn't mean for it to come out that way. I Just meant youre blind. ANd I worry for all my friends health!

UC: h3h3 im just pulling 5t your tongue I d4nt c5re wh5t y4u h5d to s5y 5bout my eyesight.

LB: OH good. SO corna I was wondering if you could do me a tweensy little favor. ITs really tiny only a minor request.

UC: im intrigued. I:)

LB: PLease take over the responsibilities of watching over max for a tiny bit. I Have to deal with everything and I cant watch over my own human. HOw horrible of me.

UC: ye5h th5t s4unds pretty h4rrible t4 me.

LB: YEah atleast you understand. WEll while im here why don't we talk &:)

UC: I : ( N6H.

LB: NAh?

UC: I re5lly just w5nt to c5ptch5log 5bunch of stuff right n4w 5nd you s4rt 4f interrupted th5t s4 I think I w5nt t4 c4ntinue th5t.

LB: BUt corna come on lets chat I barely see you out of your room.

UC: I d4nt even kn4w if im g4nn5 t5ke y4ur request th4se dweeby humans are stupid. If I t5ke him ill just joke 6round with him 5nd end up killing him.

LB; YEs do whatever you want just watch him or kyprin will be angered with me for not dealing with my moirail, and not watching the humans.

UC: Im 5lre5dy w5tching out for my sweet sweet cr5yon box. which for your inform5tion is 5w5iting for my to c6ptch6log.

LB: NO talk with me please. I Need someone to talk to.

UC: 4hhhh l44kie here! my grey 5wes4me perplexed finger is in 5 w5iting st5nce 4ver my p4wer butt4n! I:00000

LB: COrna pleaseeeeee

UC: *finger seems to h4ver cl4ser in 5nticip5ti4n*

LB: NOoooooo please

UC: *My 5wesome finger seems t4 fit perfectly in the p4wer butt4n* mmmmm I w4nder h4w c4mf4rt5ble my finger w4uld be if I just pushed it in just 5 little bit m4re I:? I:O

LB: FIne leave.

UC: Th5nk y4u f4r suggesting th5t! I will t5ke th5t suggest4n!

LateBaggart has flown away.

UnderwaterCatfisher has flown away.

Enough with messing around captchalog everything in sight!

You do just that taking power over your crayon boxed type captchalog. It is quite handy if you do say so yourself. It will take in any amount of things and color code it just for you! Making a wonderful rainbow of things.

Captchalog the wonderful crayon box.

Before captchalogging it you take a deep hearted bite into the red and blue crayons. They were your most favorite. One day you wished to meet another blind troll who took love into your colors and of course you would share your colors with them! That's just the blind trolls rules.

Lick your walls.

You had kairos come in here and paint your walls specifically for you. They were all lit up with blue, red, and green. You had told him specifically not to put any white in your room. White always messes up the colors.

Examine white crayon on the floor.

Even if it was white, poor thing had melted over time. You scrape the left overs up and toss it in your trash bin. Stupid white crayon.

Go into ectoplasmic bed.

You dive straight into your comfy slimy bed. As your head floats on the top your wipe your blue glasses.

Get out of the bed.

Your room was one of the messiest rooms in the whole world. Things scrambled everywhere. Getting out of the bed now would cause slime to go everywhere. AND you would have to clean yourself up.

Let your hair loose.

You angrily reject the notion. Your braids were to tangled to even mess with and untangle. By now your hair was probably suitable for a whole planet to live in. You couldn't even think about un doing your braids, the only things keeping hell at bay.

Examine your collection of woofies.

Ever since you had gotten these strange things they had been disappearing one by one. You never knew where and you could never see what they look like, but all you knew was...that every year atleast one would go missing. You always wondered who could be stealing them.

You go to play with them but are interrupted by a drunk girl wanting attention back on her!