[Truje wrapped up the contest with this entry, and the judges' votes are at the bottom of this log. Whew!]
Truje says, "My story is A troll's tale."
Truje recites:
"There once was a war troll named Bro'blick
Who enjoyed putting heads upon sticks
In front of his cave
Stood a fine row of staves
Each supporting a skull with a cow lick!"
"One day in a terrible fight
Bro'blik had a wonderful night
With a horrifying scream
And a wop, chop, chop, flop
Three heads did he joyfully gain."
"The first was an Elf with long ears
Who was obviously short in his years
And now never would learn
From the experience he'd earned
His complexion most horribly drained."
"The second was a distinguish Giant
Though dead he still looked defiant
With a tattoo of a fidgety troll
That no longer had anywhere to stroll
So it walks ear to ear and to a mole at the nose."
"The third was a beautiful blonde
With tears in her eyes like a pond
With the face of a beautiful sprite
She seemed confused by her plight
While drool dripped from her gaping maw."
"Bro'blik kissed each head tenderly
And then laughed as he put them away
Then he wandered on home
While reciting a poem
That none know to this very day."
"At home he polished each stick
Before slamming each head on real quick
And gore rolled on down
Till it dripped on the ground
And Bro'blick growled out, "Sweet to lick!""
"One day a naughty Dark Elf
Walked by Bro'blick's and laughed to himself
With a waggle, a twist and a hurl
He cast spells at the head's lifeless curls
The heads gave a hideous shout
And they yowled in their own spectral voice,"
""Necromancer, leave us alone!"
Then they all fell
Each in their turn
Back into thier stupified state
Closing their eyes
They drifted away
Into an eternal sleep."
"Bro'blick snarled at the Dark Elf from afar
And charged like an angry ole bar
But the Dark Elf stepped aside
And today you will find"
"Bro'blick's wrinkled head snarling on fine
From the bottom of Dark Elven red wine."
Truje bows.
Rasqal recites:
"We have the winners"
Rasqal recites:
"In third place....we have a tie"
Rasqal recites:
"Silverthorne and Bremerial!"
Rasqal recites:
"In second place, with no tie"
Rasqal recites:
"Lylia!"
Rasqal recites:
"And our winner tonight is....."
Rasqal recites:
"Zarston!"
Rasqal says, "Give yourselves a round of applause."
[And everyone did!]
