Once upon a time, in a far away land called PeiWei: Asian Diner, there lived heather, the troll queen! she wasn't always the troll queen however, she used to be normal like all the other hamsters. She walked on all fours and snorted sometimes when she was laughing really hard but didn't want to make a lot of noise... so she was trying to stifle the laugh... but instead she would snort
but thats not what this story is about, this is about how the beautiful, normal, (slightly retarded) hamster came to be the troll queen.
The transformation began, when she read the ancient prophecy that she would fall in love with the greatest hamster in the world, and he would return her love, if only she could pull the cocktail sword out of the turkey-reuben sandwich at Katz's deli. Sadly, she failed... and with her failure, came anger, then acceptance, then anger, then acceptance again, then hunger, and finally she settled on anger. but not just any anger, it was an anger that would lead her down the path to troll-dom.
(briefly, she turned into a centaur, but that too is another story... right now we'll stick with the troll queen one)
...Yes the anger was a daunting enemy, but Heather the normal(yet still powerful) hamster was too sneaky and clever to let anger defeat her. She harnessed that anger into ferociousness. The ferociousness gave her unimaginable strength, and the sight of a hamster with unimaginable strength is enough to kill ten men.
Heather reared up on her back two legs and threw her head high into the air cutting a direct line of sight straight to the sky. She had but to open her mouth in a ragefull cry of passion and birds overhead fell to the ground... dead.
She finished her battle cry as her two front hamster feet came crashing back to the earth. To this day, those very paw prints can be seen in the hard rock under where she stood. She felt the feeling of some unknown intensity flowing within her. "To the cocktail sword" she thought.
She approached the turkey-reuben sandwich at Katz's deli once again and looked upon the cocktail sword. The sun glistened off her face and as she came within paws reach of the sword she squinted. There was a moment of pause; then she lifted her arms and grasped the handle slowly.
Created by ben on Saturday, February 4 2006, 2:39 am
Last modified by tannnner on Monday, February 13 2006, 2:36 am
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