>>6323748Gruk sniffs the air for the twentieth time that day.
"I smell elves, boss!"
"For the twentieth time, Gruk, there are no elves round here. If you tell me about elves again I'm gonna fix your nose!", you say, raising your fist, to what Gruk flinches. "Concentrate on finding food, you worthless sack of shit."
You really hate it how some trolls are born with special abilities. Gruk's thing is his big nose, he can smell better than a dog. He smells worse than a dog, though.
"Alright, boss! Ignoring the elves. There's a bunch of deer in the forest and some mountain goats on the opposite direcion. There's also an el... I mean, nuffing sir. Just plain ol food."
"Well, let's go catch some deer."
You have nine trolls with you, counting Gruk, although he's pretty much worthless in combat. The others are merely decent.
As for you, your thing is you get Really Big. Like, incredibly huge. You're almost twice the size of the average troll, and trolls are already quite big.
Problem is you have to eat a lot. And your trolls are incompetent. Too incompetent to bring you enough food. So to not starve, you need to keep hunting.
Eight trolls stand in ambush. Then you and Gruk come running from the opposite directiona and scare the deer.
As they bolt past your troll, they manage to snag a few of them.
"Uhuhuu! We ain't starving tonight, boys! Remember to bring some of the kill home, the girls are probably starving too."
Despite the voracious hunger, the trolls control themselves to not eat all the food. They bring about half back to the settlement.
It was enough food to stave off starvation. But far from enough to make you really satisfied. The next day you're back hunting.
"We gotta find more food, Gruk. Tribe be growing, yung uns be roaming and finding nuthin. Do we need to pack our shit and move again?"
"I smell... cave... mushrooms... spiders... bats... lotsa food boss! Underground!"
"Underground? Hmmm.... lotsa food you say? Let's check it."
You find a cave entrance that is barely big enough to fit you. Inside, you find a treasure trove of edible mushrooms. They make your tummy feel funny, and your vision a bit blurry. Other races would probably consider them poisonous, but they are edible enough for you.
After shoving many a mouthful of mushrooms into your big mouth, you remember the girls.
"Quick, someone bring the girls and the yung uns here."
Half your trolls depart, and within a day your tribe has relocated to the cave.
"We have a good thing here, boss. We can expand the shrooms. Farm them. Enough food to feed dozens of trolls."
"Dozens you say... hmmm.... then we stay."
You still go out hunting every damn day, but at least the yung uns have something to munch while you don't bring back the meat.
Then one night a dark elf simply pops up from a hole. You try to grab it but it makes some acrobatics and lands far away.
"Come here elf! I promise not to eat you alive!"
