nanashi

Almost one and a half years ago we here at the heavenly factory got a new colleague from the SEX factory. He was such an obvious troll, his appearance served as quite the wake up call for the then still somewhat disabled(ified) me. His fascination for babelfishes and his mocking of their poor capabilities was quite hilarious, kind of like a a combine harvester pitying a Porsche, which, for all its speed, could never hope to do the work of the harvester either.

There will always be people who will favor the Porsche no matter what as they prefer speed over usefulness but very few people who actually understand the difference of the Porsche and the combine harvester. And then there’s the occasional harvester which can almost keep up with the Porsche even on a highspeed road.

Anyway, this former SEX pawn got his first taste of real babelfishing working with me, which, while not going according to his master’s plan, gave me all kind of information which I’m still trying to figure out what exactly can be trusted. Once or twice he mentioned his superior at the SEX factory, where he was just a bug hunter. If I wasn’t writing this entry in English you might be able to tell the sex of said superior from the grammar but since I am I should tell you that it was a she.

Those trolls, they can become zombies or they can become crystals. This one failed hard. Then there’s another one who now makes me suffer for all the trolls I made fail. There’s an important difference between male and female trolls, you know. I’m much more likely to forgive female trolls (and allow myself to fall for their traps) as I at least can delude myself I might someday bury my sword in them.

It seems I feel the truth much earlier than I actually understand it but at some point it dawned on me that my current favorite troll girl is probably that SEX troll’s superior. And even though everything I know about her might be fake there’s things that tell you more about a person than what they show you deliberately, be it in RL or on the internet. Like facial expressions.

That’s right, I fell in love with that girl because of the looks she gave me. Looks that could never hide her true feelings (or maybe never even tried). Looks that often scared me but that also were so truthful I couldn’t help but form a bond as strong as the one I think I felt from her.

I don’t want to be tickled by anyone but her and I love seeing her reactions when I tickle her back. I may not be perfect, don’t expect me to be perfect, but she’s perfect for me.