Talk:Trumpart/@comment-31522620-20170404180153

For whatever reason or unreason, you've wound up in Wonderland. Oh, what sights there are to see on this occasion! The Jubjubs are boisterous, the Jabberwocks are roaming unabated, the Cheshire Cats pop to and fro, Humpty Eggs hatch around every roost, Dormice are incredibly active, and even the Mad Hatters are finding more and more to add to tea time. What occasion could this be?

You may have heard of it, but you've no time to think. A card plummets from the sky to strike the earth with a sound of slicing dirt and grass. It lands just in front of you, and for just a moment, all is still. Then, the surface ripples, and a spear thrusts through, then a hand, and another.. a foot, a waist, a chest! Finally, the head of a Trumpart pokes through. She steps onto the grass and looks to you in a rather disturbing way.

''What shall you do, Beset One? ''(Couldn't think of a good word except beset, apologies.)