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c) Spin the Bottle

The ceremony played out smoothly. Scripts were read, directions were followed, and the thoroughly planned funeral received great ratings. Five stars! MUST WATCH! Quoted from the queen herself. If, you know, she was actually present. Though there was no doubt in this trolls mind that the evening was going exceptionally well. He allowed himself to snivel a bit, away from the other trolls...far away. He'd needed to thank his lusus again after all of this came to a conclusion. Actually, where was that beautiful beast?

Locating his guardian was the least of his worries, their company seemed to be losing interest! Why were none of them convulsing in joy? Hadn't he provided nothing but quality? Of course he had! DEATH WAS COOL. " Hmmm.." The young troll thought audibly. Was the theme too distant? With everyone being so caught up with being alive, they all surely couldn't pencil in being dead in their schedules. BUT there was one thing any living (or dead no judgement here) creature had time for. Intimacy. A passion filled bond between two, three, four, however many trolls were currently available within the hive could have!

" Hey guys! Lets make out! "

points: 5

D) Fiduspawn

Come to think of it, you probably shouldn't listen to your lusus when it comes to complex thought and ideas. Poor thing means well but she's so darned stupid. That's what you get for having a giant killer nut beast for a lusus, you suppose; food food food, poop poop poop. Whatever. There's no more time to waste on the mess and clean up that is sure to come, there's still time to save this party from being a total dung heap! You've been a fan of it for a few sweeps now, and even though you don't fully understand it (who really needs to read the rules about it anyway?) that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the ripping, tearing, and hideous alien birthing that comes as a result? You've gathered tons of plushies over the past few weeks, collecting them like your lusus would a hoard of nuts. Every room has a huge pile of plushies scattered around, soft and supple, each one just waiting for its impending impregnation and doom. Who knows what sorts of crazy critters will pop out? You've taken all of the little Oognibombs out of their packaging and put them into bowls to be set near the plushes. Cards have been gathered and shuffled and will be handed out at random to participants. Who cares if the rules are fudged, really? There's going to be DOZENS of little Fiduspawns running around and half the fun is the mystery of what you're gonna get! The other half is throwing the Oognibombs and watching the tormented expression on your plushie's face as it is forcefully impregnated by alien wing wong.

Everthing is ready, games, mood, hilarious yet stylish decorations ... food! Right. As well as the normal party snacks, no Wiggling Day celebration is complete without everyone sitting down around a table and watching you try and salvage burned cake from your lusus's predictably overly enthusiastic attempts to light the candles. Along with the cake, what else have you laden down the table with?

a) Pizza and faygo. It's simple, easy to handle, and yet another one of those simple party staples that has become a classic for a good reason. When in doubt, put pizza out.

b) Your lusus went ahead and dragged in a few carcasses a couple of days ago, you figure it wants you to use them for the meal? They're suspicious at best, and are starting to show the fact that they've been sitting out for a bit, but whatever. It's food right? And your dear lusus went to all the work to bring it in for you!

c) You know what is one of the most highly undervalued food sources? Soup. Nice, nutritious, soup. Healthy too, and great on the wallet. You think you'll try and spread some soup appreciation around with this meal. Sure it's not fancy or traditional, but you think your guests will appreciate you thoughtfulness towards their health and well being.

d) Cake. Yes, you know you also have the special Wiggling Day cake, but you think you'll add more of it to the menu. And by more of you mean the entire menu will be cake. Big cakes, small cakes, pink cakes, brown cakes. After all, it's not often you have an excuse to consume so much candy, might as well make the best of it.

Next choice is on Dec 1

For your party game ...

a) Your pin the tail game goes down as a solid hour or two of fun and games. Trolls flailed wildly with sharp pointy objects, and entire rooms scrambled to get out of the way, shrieking with laughter. And sometimes fear. To top it all off, after several moments of careful preparation and peeking out of the corner of your blindfold, you manage to 'accidentally' stab the arm of the troll you've been black crushing on. The glare they give you makes you feel like somehow, the entire day was worth it. Gain 1 point.

b) Unfortunately, parties are not the best places to try and suddenly organize flarp games. Everyone was way to buzzed on sugar and excitement to really settle down and FEEL their character, and none of your guests really wanted to spend half a hour listening to your rambling opening speech. Although you've tried your best to shorten the game and simplify the back story to five pages, you could feel your guests drifting, and most ended up just running around, hitting each other with pillows while you tried to get their attention. Loose 1 point.

c) Apart from the obligatory killjoy (every party has one), most of your guests were either eager to, or willing to be coaxed into, or even strong armed into giving the game a try. Amid awkward giggling, you proudly whirled the bottle around and beam as the trolls around you blushed and pecked at each other. This was truly the most adult game, for the most adult party. It will be whispered about behind flushed cheeks for, and you're sure you're not getting carried away with this estimate, sweeps to come.Gain 2 points.

d) Who was the troll who said that everyone loved Fiduspawn, anyway? You are pretty sure that if you ever meet them again, you won't be responsible for your actions. It turns out nothing is more soul shrivelling than sitting around and watching horrible monsters violate innocent plush beasts. It's even more off putting when everyone has been chowing down on standard sugary party fare all day and are starting to get to the point where stomachs are delicate. Loose 2 points.


+2 bonus points!

A] Pizza and Faygo (I believe I'm now at -2 points OTL....)

Noxxor had to excuse himself to go vomit. That was... That backfired in the most horrific of ways. He couldn't even blame his guests on that one, that was poor oversight on his part. How could he forget that the stupid beasts just violated plush animals most of the time? Maybe he just had a particularly well behaved fiduspawn...

Well, since the party was obviously a disaster he wobbled into the main eating area of the hive and just told them to have at it. Pizza and faygo for everyone. This might just be the best part of the night...

If they could eat it, anyway. Noxxor wasn't sure if he wanted anything, his stomach was still upset from the ridiculous amount of candy and the eye burning sight of the fiduspawn fiasco. By the end of this he was pretty sure he was never going to throw a wriggling day party again. It was not worth it.

d) Cake cake cake cake cake cake

Who knew cramming his squawk gaper into another troll's could be so entertaining! Especially so with one particular troll, a blue blood, who seemed to be quite vexed from the start. That particular trade of saliva would be the one remembered by all. His partner cried in the middle of the transaction......but so did he. It was a scene exquisitely sculpted directly from his twisted imagination. How could any troll lock away those droplets of emotions? It was an experience in which the affection must have been mutually felt. Why else would his blue blood friend knee him right on his bone bulge?

Was it....matespritship in the making!? Most certainly it was.

Probing the newly filled quadrant had to put on hold for the time being. No matter how much it pained his heart to do so. His hospitality needed to be kept at it's highest level and equally distributed to all of the party goers. Thankfully his lusus was one step ahead! Menus were already being distributed into hesitant hands. The menus themselves were a work of art. Both him and his lusus worked quite hard on tanning the skin of harmless animals in which to create them, while their blood served as the ink. They were going for a very classy savage look. It also reassured the guests that even after death their bodies could be used as party favors!

points: 7

You nearly pat yourself on the back for preparing everything, until you stumble across a stack of bags that your lusus has left sitting in front of your hive's door. Of course, how could you have forgotten? Gift bags! The final failsafe against any guests leaving with bad memories. What have you packed your gift bags with?

a) You want to show to each guest that you value them, and them alone for making the time to come to your party. You want to personalize each gift bag and make each and every troll feel like a winner. That's why you've included a photo of their hive, a lock of their hair, and a poem, dedicated to their daily schedule and personal likes and hobbies. They are all going to be so, so impressed.

b) Cake. Yeah, you know you had cake at the party. And you might even have chosen to make the entire meal revolve around it. But who doesn't like treats in their gift bag? And since it's your wiggling day, the one treat makes sense is wiggling day cake. So you've loaded each bag up several days in advance, and left them to sit by the front door in eager anticipation.

c) What's most important is that you find some way to bring the fun home with your guests. Or, if your party turns out to be a bust, for them to get something that will make the whole thing worthwhile. That's why you've filled each bag with slinkies. Yes, the miracle toy that leaves no troll disappointed, no one alive would flip that bag over, watch the slinkies rain out, and do anything other than beam with joy.

d) You really don't have time to think of something to fill each of these bags with, you're a busy troll. Besides, your plan is for your guests to leave the party so full of joy and good cheer that when they open them they will be delighted with what ever is inside. Which is good because you've filled them with junk you found under your couch. Lint, pencil stubs, crumpled balls of paper, a few dust covered beetles ... whatever your hand came out holding, really.

Final Choice! You have until Dec 4 to reply.

For your party game ...

a) You dinner choices don't draw any praise to their originality, but on the other hand, everyone's too happily stuffing their faces. It sure is reassuring to know that even if you aren't the best at planning original content, you know what works, and to stick with it. Half way through the dinner, one of your guests stands up and burps the anthem. Everyone applauds until their arms hurt because really, it was a masterpiece. Gain 1 point.

b) You seem to have forgotten just who exactly you're supposed to be pleasing with this meal. Try all you like, you can't disguise the nature of what you're serving to your guests. some bits still even have tufts of particularly stubborn hair still clinging to them. No one, not even the weird kid who likes to eat paste, is willing to even give your food a try. You would call them unadventurous killjoys, but you can't really muster up the courage to taste it yourself. Loose 2 points.

c) Staring at you in dull disbelief, your guests slowly transfer their gazes back down to their bowls. In them, the soup stares back saying, yes, you really are that lame at coming up with fun party foods. Now sit down and eat me properly. The dinner table is muffled and quiet, with intermittent bursts of slurping, as they quietly grumble their way through a disappointingly bland meal. You think you can hear someone crying softly, but that might just be your own soul, faced with such blatant soup disrespect. Loose 1 point.

d) Life is beautiful, everything is beautiful. Did you know that after consuming five cake's worth of sugar, you can see in a totally different spectrum? You do now. Apart from a few guests who sit slumped in their plates, the party takes on new life, charging around the hive, hugging, feeling each other's hair, and just ... pausing every now and then to stare at the walls. You're pretty sure it's the sugar, anyway. I mean, it's not like the bakery you ordered them from put some sort of hallucinogenic drugs inside the - oooooh. Woooow. Look at the size of your hands. Gain 2 points.


+2 bonus points!