"Sun bright! Time to hunt nummies to fill belly and make stronk! I eat bun buns again, they easy to find just stick hand in ground hole!" Exclaims the rotund troll, his potbelly jiggling as he lets out a loud guffaw at his own joke.
Gorgak looks around in wonder at the forest outside his cave. The azure oaks shine brightly as the light blue bark sparkles in the morning light. Random bushes of strongly scented berries linger along the forest floor that the young troll avoids, fruit is NOT what a stronk troll needs toe be big and buffly. Wandering through the forest the sounds of the rushing river can be heard, the troll grimacing before lifting his arm and sniffing deeply before pausing to think.
"Ugh smell like rotter. Go splashy in the wet stuff or I scare the bun buns." Gorgak mumbles after several minutes of thinking. Stomping down once he smiles, his two tusks running over the scarred thick lips on his face as he lifts his foot and see's the crushed body of a centipede, the insects body cracked and crumpled as it shriek's weakly.
"Yum! Spicy click string! Gorgy lucky to find snack early!" giggles the troll as he reaches down and grabs the barely living creature with his thick fingers, the three digits lifting the insect and a small mound of soil towards the trolls mouth. Without hesitation Gorgak trusts his entire fist into his mouth and releases the snack before chewing loudly, the crunch of chitin followed by a sickly belch the only sounds in the forest. Licking the ichor and dirt from his hand Gorgak feels a pinch in his bum, and not the normal kind from the crawlies in his cave.
Turning around he smiles as he see's a tiny green man wearing leather armor and wielding a spear struggling to pull it out of his rear. Turning around quickly, Gorgak giggles as he see's the stick smash into the small man and sending him tumbling away with a crunch.
"Gobbo! Was gonna eat bun buns but gobbo's are big noms! Gorgak Tuskbreaker thank food god in sky for luck today!" Boasts Gorgak loudly as he stomps his way over to the goblin and lifts it by the foot, the creatures head wobbling strangely as it hangs in the air. Laughing at the silly goblin, the troll waddles his way back to his cave, the spear bouncing into the ground making him flinch as he finally reaches his home and grabs the end of the spear to pull it out.
"Gobbo already dead, check! Take off gobbo fur, check! Save thick fur for soup! Take off head and dig in!" Mumbles Gorgak to himself as he removes the goblins armor and then plucks the head off its shoulders simply, the broken neck separating from the torso with a wet schluck before the troll tosses it outside the cave mouth.
Lifting the goblins body into the air, Gorgak grips the shoulder before pulling one of the arms, the flesh tearing messily as drops of blood spray from the fresh kill as he puts the hand into his mouth and crunches noisily through the bones and gristle, growls of pleasure coming from him as he digs into his feast. After several minutes the young troll finally finishes his meal and falls onto his back, a lazy yawn escaping him as he curls up into a ball and falls back to sleep.
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"I'm telling you guys, it'll be a riot! Look at the stupid little git! He eats anything he can find but always thanks me for having a full belly. He's a good lad just not very smart. I'm gonna bless him!" Says the voice as he looks down on Gorgak as the troll sleeps, a loud boom echoing from the cave as the sleeping troll releases a noxious amount of gas from his rear.
"Your right, he's a fucking idiot so why bother? Your already on the outs with the rest of the gods and your followers get smaller and smaller every century. You only have enough for one divine blessing, why waste it on a troll of all things." States another voice matter of factly , its voice high pitched and educated.
"True but if I'm going to waste what little power I have left I'm gonna gamble it. No risk no reward and of all my followers this troll is one of the most devout just for thanking me every meal. Now shush." Says the voice, its words sounding tired but hopeful as it mumbles something under its breath and touches the sleeping trolls forehead. Watching the troll begin to roll around in confusion the two voices disappear from the cave as the troll awakens, his eyes wide with panic as confusion sets in.
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"Head hurts! Pain! Why is there so much pain!?!" I scream as I hold my head in my hands and roll along the cave ground. I yelp and growl as the pain gets worse, as I feel small bits and pieces of stone and bone grate into my skin from where I let them drop. My stomach gurgles as the bloody bites of raw goblin flesh flies from my mouth and splatters across the floor. Finally opening my eyes again I see the same flashing box, its pretty. Its scary. It's not natural!
{Welcome Gorgak Tuskbreaker to true sentience! For your committed prayer to the God of Food Gourmet you have been chosen to become his apostle! As your intelligence was not high enough to fill this role you have been upgraded to a point where you can no think clearly and concisely, Congratulations! Gourmet has used his power to grant you this helpful system to help you keep track of your recipes and skills! Now go fourth and make this world delicious!}
"The food god....mother always said it was tradition to thank him for meals, now I can think and have power. Strange, my thoughts are so fluid, I was so ignorant and stupid about the world...." I mumble before splaying my limbs and smiling at the ceiling of my cave.
As I lay on the cold stone floor and stare at the ceiling in wonder my stomach gurgles, and I finally realize the taste of copper and vomit in my mouth. Sitting up I look around and notice the armor from the goblin as well as a few of the bigger bones I couldn't bite through and nod before crawling to them and looking at what I have to work with.
{Goblin Femur- The femur bone of a goblin in the prime of life, slightly gnawed upon but still sturdy.}
{Goblinoid Rough Leather Armor- Leather armor made from poorly tanned leather, a common form of protection for established goblin tribes.}
{Basic Stone Spear- A sharpened piece of stone attached to a stick, even you can do this!}
Grabbing the femur, I look it over before wrapping it in some of the leather and tying it off. After the leather is secured I take the stone point from the spear and do my best to embed it into the unwrapped portion until I hear a crack of bone splintering. Looking over my creation I nod before lifting the new weapon and giving it a practice swing.
{Congratulations! You have obtained the crafting skill! You have crafted a Poor Bone Pick!}
"Got a weapon now, next is armor and food. I also need a bath as well as to make this cave into a better base. Probably a good idea to figure out where the goblin's are based out of, there must be a tribe since this one was equipped. Oh and have to figure out this new power too or it'll be wasted." I mumble to myself before looking making my way to the cave entrance and towards the first day of this new life.