#hs quadrants

FINALLY *SOMEONE* IS ASKING SOME DECENT QUESTIONS HERE. QUADRANTS ARE BASICALLY THE CORE OF SOCIETY, THE FLUID RUSHING THROUGH THE PUSHERS OF ALL TROLLS ACROSS THE ENTIRETY OF PARADOX SPACE. CONCUPISCENT, CONCILIATORY, RED AND BLACK. ALL THESE DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OVERLAP INTO THE FOUR DISTINCT RELATIONSHIP TYPES WE TROLLS FUNCTION WITH.

FIRST WE HAVE CONCILIATORY REDROM, MOIRAILEGENCE, WHERE YOU FIND SOMEONE SO ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC THAT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT WANT TO FIX THEIR INSURMOUNTABLE SHITHEAP OF ISSUES. NOW, THIS PART IS SOMETIMES OVERLOOKED, BUT MUTUAL PITY IS IMPORTANT TO NOT HAVE AN UNBALANCED RELATIONSHIP. IF ONE PARTNER IS DOING ALL THE PACIFYING FOR ONE PARTICULARLY PAN-BOGGLINGLY PITIFUL TROLL, IT WILL EVENTUALLY END UP IN DISASTER. MOIRAILEGENCE IS BASICALLY WHAT KEEPS SOCIETY FROM CRUMBLING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN SIZED PILE OF PAN-DEAD IDIOTS THAT LITTER THE UNIVERSE.

NEXT IS CONCUPISCENT REDROM, MATESPRITSHIP. THE EASIEST QUADRANT FOR YOU HUMANS TO UNDERSTAND FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON. IT'S WHERE SOMEONES PITY CONTORTS LIKE THE FUCKING THING FROM THAT HUMAN MOVIE THE THING INTO SOME SORT OF MATING FONDNESS. PHYSICAL OR EMOTIONAL ATTRACTION WILL END UP TURNING INTO PITY, WHICH IS THE FOUNDATION OF REDROM. BUT OF COURSE IT'S NOT CONCILIATORY SO THE GOAL ISN'T TO MANAGE SOMEONE'S SAD, PATHETIC, CRUMBLING LIFE BUT INSTEAD TRY TO JAM YOURSELF INTO THAT LIFE LIKE A CUBIC BLOCK CARVING INTO A ROUND TREEFALL-HOLE.

NOW TO CONCUPISCENT BLACKROM. KISMESISTUDE IS OFTEN THE MOST MISUNDERSTOOD AND UNSTABLE QUADRANT, BUT THAT JUST COMES WITH THE TERRITORY. A BOND OF PURE UNFETTERED HATE IS RARE, BUT TROLLS MAKE DUE WITH WHATEVER HALF-BAKED RIVALRIES THEY CAN MANAGE. IMAGINE SOMEONE YOU DESPISE SO MUCH YOU JUST CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF NOT BEING BETTER THAN THEM AND SHOVING IT IN THEIR UGLY WASTE-EATING FACE, AND YOU HAVE THE GIST OF IT. OBVIOUSLY IN REAL LIFE IT'S MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT BUT I CAN'T JUST OVERLOAD YOUR SLOW MAMMALIAN PANS WITH TOO MUCH KNOWLEDGE AT ONCE.

AND ON TO CONCILIATORY BLACKROM, AUSPISTICISM. THE ONLY REASON EVERY TROLL HASN'T CULLED EACH OTHER OVER WHO OWNS MORE TROLL POGS. AN AUSPICES JOB IS TO GET SO FED UP WITH A COUPLE OF TROLLS SQUAWKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE LARGE BEAKED WATERFOWL ARGUING OVER A BIG JUICY TROUT THAT THEY STEP IN AND BREAK UP THAT FEUD BEFORE IT CAN BLOSSOM INTO A KISMESISTUDE. SINCE TROLLS ARE SO FUCKING STUPID, A LOT OF ARGUMENTS HAPPEN. ALL OF THE TIME. CONSTANTLY. SO WE NEED SOME WAY TO STOP THE DOZENS AND DOZENS OF NON-ROMANTIC RIVALRIES FROM BLOSSOMING INTO CHAOTIC FESTERING PLAGUE CLOUDS OF ASTATIC HATE. THAT CAN ONLY LEAD TO SOMEONE GETTING HURT, AND NOT IN THE FUNNY WAY.

Monika voted worst moirail ever, asked to delete herself from the game.