A particularly annoying ogre like individual. Usually of
short yet surprisingly Michelin-man like build. Their middle is almost always quite a bit larger than their other bodily sections. They usually
go into strange trances while digesting a meal they're eated in almost two bites and they often embarrass the hell out of you if you take them anywhere.
Most hill-trolls do not like being referred to as such because they have come from the hills in hiding. Their
people migrated long ago after exhausting the mountain goat population with their insatiable hunger. They've grown quite accustomed to eating pop-tarts and drinking exsessive amounts of
alcohol. Often they become preoccupied with individuals that befriend them early in life and behave almost like stalkers.
Hill-trolls are extremely dangerous later in life and should be approached with caution, unless slabs of
meat or large quantities of pop-tarts, wine coolers, or
beer are at hand. The have an almost
moth like attraction to gay men and when procreation occurs outside of captivity they produce
adorable yet also dangerous 'puggle' like offspring.
<Boy> That bitch is a hill-troll. Look at her, she just ate a whole box of
macaroni...
<Girl> Quiet, she'll hear you, you remember what happened last time you
pissed her off. You
pissed blood for a week!
