There is a trend I’ve noticed through the years.
I know, I know. I mention all of these things, and it probably sounds like I spend my days peering at the world from under the brim of a tinfoil hat.
It’s not true. My hat is lined with truesteel. Provides a lot more protection from the Titan mind control rays, plus it’s a lifesaver when those impromptu bar brawls break out.
But back on topic. My friends just blunder in and out of trouble and don’t think much of it, but I pay attention to these things.
Here is the thing I’ve noticed.
It seems as though the dinosaurs we fight keep getting a little bigger, a little faster, and a bit better armed every year.
Every. Single. Year.
I can’t quite explain it. I mean, sure, my suspicions were aroused the first time I descended into Un’goro Crater. I had barely stepped foot into the leafy green thickets and I was jumped by a raptor.
Only thing is, this raptor was wearing jewelry. Feathers and beads and shit. Makeup, claw polish, that kind of thing.
This concerned me.
I figured there were one of two things going on.
First, maybe these raptors were smart, had some form of primitive tribal society developing, were in the process of developing a rudimentary tribal structure. They were beginning to value ornamentation in efforts to attract a more discerning mate, took pains about their appearance, you know. Dressing themselves up. Checking their appearance out in still ponds and puddles.
Or, and here was the alternative that kept me up at night…
Maybe somewhere out there is a dinosaur fancier that crept around, dressing them up. Making them pretty for his own sick, twisted purposes.
Maybe somewhere out there was some errant Troll looking at a saurian fangéd maw thinking, “Mm you got a mighty purty mouth.”
That’s a thought to keep you awake on a cold, lonely night of camping in Un’goro, I shit you not.
Since that day, as I said, I’ve kept my eyes open. I watch, and I study. And I’ve seen the trends.
Dinosaurs with ornamentation, dinosaurs in bondage gear, dinosaurs with laser beams, shoulder fired cannon and even in one case a baby dinosaur learning how to trick his way to freedom from the trolls of Zul’Gurub with torches and stuff.
The creepy dinophile trolls of Zul-gurub.
I’ve come to the conclusion that both of my original ideas were true.
The dinosaurs are intelligent.
And there are people out there, specifically trolls, that, well… fancy them.
Wait, I know, I know, the idea of a special interest magazine called “Dino Fancy” is disturbing, but look at the facts!
Look at the facts.
The trolls, they keep getting caught with tied up dinosaurs, trying to get them to do things that are against their nature.
There are even trolls who, and I hesitate to mention this…
There are trolls that have gone so far down the dark road of dino depravity to have taken the time to learn how to transform themselves into dinosaurs.
I know, that sounds cool at first. Right? And for you and me, it would be. An innocent afternoon daydream from Calvin and Hobbes, romping stomping dino fun. Rawr!
Based on the evidence, I think those Trolls have staked out a darker territory.
You’re probably wondering why I bring all of that up.
No reason. No reason whatsoever.