Days 8 and 9 - An encounter

M. Troll spent the worst night of his life in his car. His only joy was to see his lovely boots when he woke up. But even that couldn't compare to the sadness he felt at not witnessing the apparition of northern lights.
And the cold. The toothless head was shivering on its neck.
M. Troll spotted smoke far away, but close enough so he could reach it with his car.

The smoke was coming from an hytte, a chalet in his country.

He knocked on the door, and a one-headed young guy opened it.

"Yes? I'm not interested in anything you have to sell," said the guy before his eyes widened at the sight of the sparkling M. Troll.
He wasn't used to visitors, especially not to sparkling ones.
"What the...?" he continued.
"Hi! I'm M. Troll, I wanted to see northern lights, but there wasn't any," said one of the heads. "How old are you?"
"Ah. Oh. You're lost. I'm 28. Please, come in," answered the young guy, who was very polite.

M. Troll discovered with pleasure the inside of someone else's home. He was a bit isolated and didn't have that kind of occasion often.

He saw a big computer with several screens and gaming gear in a corner of the room. A game was on.
"Oooh! I love video games! What are you playing at?" he asked.
"I'm playing a MMORPG," answered the guy. "It's called The Secret World."
"What's a MMORPG?"

The young guy was so surprised at this question he nearly broke the glass of water he had filled for M. Troll.
He spent several hours and a good part of the night explaining to M. Troll and showing him all the benefits of MMORPG, especially for people like them who weren't party animals.
M. Troll was in awe. He had to play this game.

The young gamer lent him a computer, so he could create a character. Unfortunately, the nickname he used was already taken, so he had to invent a new one from it, with an Italian sonority.

They both played for hours.

***

And then it was already the middle of the following day.

"Oh, I won't be able to group with you anymore today," said the young guy.
"Why?" asked M. Troll sadly.
"My girlfriend just logged in."

M. Troll didn't really know what a girlfriend was, even if he understood the concept of it all. The young guy took time to explain to him one of life biggest, truest and best lesson:
"A girl playing video games is the greatest treasure the world can offer. A guy has to be his best to win the heart of a girl who plays video games, and if she falls for him, he can consider himself the luckiest person ever. If everything else goes smoothly in the couple, the guy has a right to think it's the universe itself that is giving him the most perfect life anybody could dream of."

M. Troll thought a lot about it.
"Where can I meet girls who likes video games?" he asked.
"You can meet them in game. I met my girlfriend while playing The Secret World. The day we said we had a crush on each other will always be a magic day in my mind. And she says it's the same for her."

M. Troll played on his own while the young guy grouped with his girlfriend. He had a lot to think about after these discussions.

Will he go back to his life or stay in the hytte? Will he meet a girl playing video games, one of the world greatest treasures?
Stay tuned! :D

Day 7 - Luggage, finally, and a nice trip

M. Troll was oblivious to the policeman following him, and that is what saved him. The policeman understood quickly that M. Troll was innocent of a lot of things, among them harassing little girls.

M. Troll came back safely to his home, not knowing he had been close to get arrested. After eating some brown cheese with bread and jam, he packed everything he needed for his trip to the North and went to bed peacefully.

The following day was the D-day. He woke up more excited than ever and gathered all his things while whistling happily. He put everything in his blue car and drove off, singing as loudly as possible The Offspring's songs.
More than one bird wondered if it was the end of the world.

After several hours, after midnight but before dawn, M. Troll reached his destination.
He planted his tent in the middle of nowhere and got quickly into his sleeping bag, since it was so cold outside.
After a few minutes of shivering without seeing any northern lights, he gave up on the idea of sleeping outside in the tent and came back to his car, still a bit heated. There, he finally managed to sleep, wondering why he decided to do that to himself in the first place.

Will he die of cold before having seen the northern lights? What is this smoke from far away that seems to come from a nice chalet?

Stay tuned!