Days 10 and 11 - Out of the cave

On Sunday, M. Troll was ready to leave the hytte of his new guide in life. The young gamer was kind of relieved to see this nice but really weird person go back to his own life. Plus, his girlfriend was freaked out by the three heads.

M. Troll, during his trip back to his small town, realized he lacked something important that made people better and happier and more positive and more energetic and just more more more. Something that made people sing, scream, act crazy, etc.
He wasn't in love.

He had never felt the need to be before he met the young gamer, but he didn't know girls could love video games. Now that he knew that truth, he saw how beautiful the world really was.

He pictured himself with the most perfect girl he could imagine. She had to be a bit crazy, but good crazy, so he had fun all the time; she also had to love pizza, because pizza was another perfection of the world. He also wanted to find her the prettiest girl in the world, but he had no doubt that once in love, he would be able to see only her. He shyly wished their kisses would taste like magic itself.

He imagined himself and his girlfriend going to the movie theater, playing video games together, meeting each other for a lunch or a dinner...

He wanted to share the best moments of his life with someone special. He wanted to take care of someone and to be taken care of in return.

M. Troll was out of his allegorical cave. He was discovering the world.

***

The following day (since he got lost a lot on his way back and it took longer to get home), he arrived in the parking lot he shared with his neighbour and parked automatically. Everything he did, he did as in a dream. He was already living the perfect life with the perfect girl.

He wasn't even tired, he just wanted to meet her.
That special person meant to be with him.

He created an account on some dating websites, just in case, and also looked at guilds in his new favorite game, TSW, just in case. There can't be too many "just in case" where the perfect girl is involved, he told himself.

He spent all his day looking at pictures and profiles on the dating websites, then looking for a guild.
He sent several messages that got no answer, some that got an answer he liked and some that got an answer he disliked. He was pretty happy.
He also found a nice guild and applied. That made him happy too.

After this day that got him closer to his new dream and to new content in TSW, he felt more enthusiastic than ever.

Will he find a girl on the Net? When will he sleep?
Stay tuned! :D

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!

Days 5 and 6 - Boots, kungfu and luggage

M. Troll was happy with his pink glittery rubber boots. So happy he kept them on to sleep.

The next day as he woke up, he wondered what it was on his feet until he remembered. At seeing his boots again, he sighed happily and thanked every divinity he could think of for this marvelous gift.

He felt super swaggy going to work with his boots on and couldn't help but stop in every office of the building to say "Hi!". Some people wondered who was this person they had never seen before, until another colleague would explain it was the IT, the one who didn't like being asked things. Then, they would just all nod.

That was the biggest event of his Tuesday.

 ***

On Wednesday, however, he had his kungfu course, that he decided to attend with the boots on.

Of course, needless to say it wasn't possible for him to walk on the tatami without taking them off or being chopped by the teacher; being an intelligent troll, he complied. Nobody would talk about the smell coming from his feet, not wanting to acknowledge it in case it would become real and stay put.
He discovered that kungfu with three arms was an easy thing, somehow, but that kungfu with three heads was hell.
He managed to hit the poor toothless head, which started to cry.

At the end of the hour and half, when the teacher asked him how it went and if he would come back (and hoping the answer would be a "never again"), he fell on his side and shook for a few minutes, under the stares of the shocked teacher.
Finally, another troll, wanting to help him and to clear the space, said aloud: "Wow! I wonder who brought these super nice pink glittery rubber boots! I may try them, since they are so beautiful."
M. Troll regained his full consciousness and jumped on the poor troll to get his boots back, in full enrage mode.

Needless to say the teacher won this fight and was more than happy to blacklist M. Troll, who he had disliked on sight.

M. Troll went to buy three ice creams, deciding to treat each of his head after such a rough experience. The toothless one had a bigger ice cream since it had received a punch. It smiled happily and thought the punch was worth it.

While he was walking in the streets of his small town, a little girl waved at him: "Hey, you have three ice creams for yourself, give me one of them."
"No, that won't happen!" he answered firmly.
"Didn't you hear you have to give girls everything they want?" she asked.

M. Troll took a minute to think about it. He had indeed heard that more than once from his friends (now all married). He was pretty sure, though, that they hadn't meant little girls in the street, and that it could be a dangerous thing to do for him.

"I'm not little!" she exclaimed after he told her his doubts. "I'm already eight!"

Convinced and more than a little naive, he gave her one of his ice creams with a sight and a cuddle, and immediately caught the attention of a passing policeman.

Will he get arrested? What about the boots if yes?
Stay tuned! :)

Day 4 - Northern lights and special rubber boots

M. Troll lived in a country where it was easy to see northern lights. However, he had never been to the North, and had only seen unusual, and quickly gone, northern lights during the Autumn 2015.
"It's Monday, let's take big decisions!" He decided to take some vacations from Thursday to the following Monday, included, to go visit the North of his country and see proper northern lights.

He was very excited at this perspective and couldn't stop himself from squeaking when his boss said "ok" for the vacations. He realized he would need gear and decided to take a trip to the shop after work.

"What an exciting week!" he thought. "First a kungfu course, then a trip to the North! I wonder how my everyday life became so exciting!"

He tried to concentrate at work, even if it was harder than hard. His colleagues waved in front of his three faces, screamed, sighed and even danced to get his attention. No need to say they weren't successful. It was his less productive day in a long time.

Finally, the time to leave the office came, and he ran straight to the best shop in town selling sport equipment. He had a nice list found on the Web and he selected everything he needed: a tent, a big backpack, a thermos for his beloved coffee, some kind of coffee maker to travel, etc.

Then came the time to choose clothes. He discovered, he who was a t-shirt and jeans kind of troll, that he loved glittery things. Loved, not liked. He even bought a glittery jumpsuit for cold weather that made the shop assistant's eyebrows reach the sky.

While looking for shoes, all of a sudden, his eyes caught the most marvelous thing he had ever seen.

The. Most. Marvelous.
The. Most. Glittery.
The. Pinkiest.

Pink glittery rubber boots.

He was surprised to find tears on each of his three heads' cheeks when he touched them. The world seemed to spin and angels started to sing. He remembered the smell of his favorite cake as a child...

Pink glittery rubber boots.
The last pair.

He ran to them, even if it felt like flying toward his destiny. When he touched them and tried them, he couldn't contain a squeak of sheer happiness.

Meanwhile, the clerk waved at this colleague to come watch this weird scene, not that unusual in this busy little shop.
"I told you we would sell all of them," he said to his colleague, proud because he was the one who had bet on the success of these boots, against all odds.

M. Troll had a real epiphany. He took a picture of him in his glittery gear and posted it on Facebook. It instantly became a buzz, but he was too pink glittery rubber boots-centered to notice it.

Will he sleep with his boots? Will he see the northern lights?
Stay tuned! :D

Day 3 - Sunday morning... and afternoon... and evening

Day 2 - Did you say "trumpet"?

M. Troll, like a lot of trolls from his country, was a three-headed troll.
His cutest head was the toothless one. It ate a lot of ice cream.

His three-headed troll status made people ask him a lot of questions like: Do they each have a brain? Do you have one or three stomach? Are you three persons and not just one?
Each time, he sighted and tried to explain that of course, he was just one person with one stomach; that having three heads was as confusing as being divided on a question for a one-headed person, nothing more.
Said one-headed persons, being open-minded, always nodded when he answered that, all the while thinking: "Yeah, of course, it's the same, heh. But I, I only have one head, so I'm not really arguing with myself creepily."
Well, it was true M. Troll was arguing aloud, because he liked the sound of his heads' voices.

***

Every day, the heads took a turn drinking morning coffee or eating a yogurt as breakfast. Life was simple, life was nice.

Until one day, a dilemma on a subject brought the two toothful heads to "argue".

"Hey," said the head on the left, "did you see this orange trumpet wanting to be king of the world?"
"Haha!" laughed the head in the middle. "He wants to be President of another country, not king!"
The toothless head, on the far right, licked happily an ice cream.
"President, king, it's all the same! He's orange and I heard he's against abortion! Being against abortion is bad," insisted the head on the left.
"Do you even know what is an abortion?" asked the head in the middle.
The toothless head started to feel uneasy, because it did share a brain with the other two, even if it was physically separated, and it didn't like being confused. It was maybe more separated from the toothless head than from the other two, nobody was sure of that, a fact that made this head more gentle.
"Well, I know it's something I still want to be able to do one day, when I'll feel ready," answered the head on the left while making a face that was supposed to mak it look intelligent.
The head in the middle snorted, and even the toothless head glanced at the head on the left at that sentence.

For once, the toothless head thought that maybe the other two didn't get a biggest share on the brain, as it had always thought. It smiled happily and resumed licking the ice cream.

M. Troll concentrated hard on the pleasure felt by the toothless head to chase the political argument away. He had never known he could have conflicting opinions on politics.
To change his mind, he signed up for a kungfu course that was to take place a few days later, and he logged in his favorite video game, where he dedicated himself to kill a monster that brought to his mind a movie happening in Manhattan. (Big monsters either pop up in Tokyo or New York, easy, heh?)

The sad part of this story is that he realized that maybe it was a bad idea to start trumpet courses or to cross path again with this instrument...

Will he like kungfu? Will he start playing trumpet?
Stay tuned! :)