Plaza Life

The Unauthorized Autobiography of Life. Of Narv.

It was a wind-blown October day, no, that can't be right. February? Some day that wasn't quite summer and wasn't quite winter. We'll compromise. It was a wind-blown day in Octrebuary, when a Troll by the name of Narvi showed up in Mordor, full of rage and idiocy. After making a fool of himself several times over, the beast fell in with a gang of fellow Trolls, and his life immediately took a turn. He journeyed far into the depths of Rhun with such companions as Mandallah, Raven, Mauwurz, and even a non-troll by the name of Winddancer. Over time, these fellow travelers grew to great heights, half of them becoming ruthless Rulers of the kingdom of Mordor, and all gaining great respect. All save for Narvi, who faded into the abyss, him forgotten by all, and all were forgotten by him.

Until one day, he came back. Except, he was no longer an oaf of a troll, but now, an oaf of a Warg Rider instead, with a heart of iron and a brain of soft mush. But over time, this Warg Rider learned his way around Mordor, discovering even that he had long-lost family! The son of Yavanna and Morgoth, he was, and this knowledge gave him a new confidence, as he soon enough became the terrifying figure of Khamul, the Shadow of the East. And that is where he sits, now, in Dol Goldur (in a lawn chair, in fact), imagining all the new heights he will reach, in the future....

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Real life:

I count myself very fortunate. In fact, I believe I may just be the luckiest person you'll ever meet. For I, and an elite group of 6,377,641,742 other human beings, am currently alive. At least, I suspect I am, based on the evidence that I can do all the things regular living beings do: I can breathe, speak, and walk through brick walls. However, I wasn't always this alive. It all began on a cold January day (in the only palindromic year in the 20th century.. figure that one out and I'll give you a dollar), just days after the New Year. Little conical hats were still being worn, and celebrators were still nursing their poor heads, but I was aware of none of it.

I still don't have a clue.

But nevertheless, I've clawed my way through life, and surprisingly, there is nothing at all of interest to tell you. I still live in the country of my birth, Canada, where the deer eat the grass off my lawn and the bears eat the juicy apples aff the tree in my backyard. I fell face-first into this website one day, and things have, well, stayed almost exactly the same. Wasn't this a nice waste of your time to read?