It took a while but supposing that you are still in need of it, I shall oblige! This task is quite different from the ones I have done so far, but I surmise that a writer "such as yourself" will find it suitable to the needs that I dictate. Haha! Nevertheless let's get the charade started!

Post to confirm the program, I shall offer instructions shortly!

Alright, guess for some reason I didn't see it last time I tried this, but I see it now, and am ready to begin training whenever.

Well, It has been a while, but I think that's been touched on enough. Let it be in the past. Anyway. You have done a great deal of writing I can see. Though there are times where you get a tad repetative. All this battling and war, where is the humanity, the Dekuanity, the Wizzranity, and Goranity? Anyway, we are here to take out of normality and into the weird. Hopefully, this will increase your desire to write more interesting stories and let you add a thematic element to anyone lucky enough to travel with you. So, without anymore ado, we shall start.

Rather than take on a single perspective, we'll do a crash course of sorts. You'll be playing the opposite of me with a number of scenarios to work with. We'll keep going until I feel satisfied. Or until you die. Whichever comes first. Haha.

Scenario #1: You are an crazy old Goron man who hates when the brats of the village run through his garden. Construct all sorts of traps to catch them. Easy.

Scenario #2: You are a Zora woman living in the castle who is always having to look after the boy prince. You resent his behaivor because it is exactly like that of your son whom you left in your homecountry. Moderate.

Scenario #3: You are a young Rito man who is trying to convince the elder to let him leave the tribe. The elder has wisdom beyond you, but you must still convince him. Difficult.

Scenario #4: You are a young hylian woman who is confessing her love for another. Expert.

Sorry about not posting yet, I'm having a hard time coming up with the name for the Goron dude...will edit this post when I come up with a name and can make a decent post out of it.

(OOC: Okay, let's get this rolling again)

El Gor Doron, whom was once a village elder, now resides somewhat out of the main Goron village, raising a garden of a few meager flowers. He learned how to take care of the flowers from the humans, and spends most of his days tending to the garden. However, he has lately been troubled with several annoying kids from the village coming and running through his garden, destroying his precious flowers. After experiencing this heinous act several times, El Gor Doron decides to plan a way to stop them.

"Darn these pretentious kids! I've had enough of their hooping and hollering, running through my yard and ruining my flowers! I'll teach them a lesson, and I think I know just the way to do it."

El Gor Doron then grabs his shovel, and proceeds to dig a hole near his flowers. It is a slightly tiresome task for the old Goron, but he was once one of the village's top warriors, and still has some energy to spare. After a couple hours of laboring, he finishes his task. He then sets a couple of sticks across the hole and covers it with some leaves that have fallen.

"Eh heh heh heh heh, now you little rascals, come play in my garden again!"

El Gor Doron then goes back into his cave, waiting for the little runts to run by.

Three little Gorons race out of the city rolled up and tearing up the dirt as they rock through the street. The make the tight corner into old man Doron's place. The pebbles and small rocks shoot through the air as they take the turn wide. The head of the pack is the youth, Obsirunia. A goron with little care for rules and laws, he's not afraid of anything, supposedly. Behind him are the two tagalongs, Zeezzy and his little sister, the aptly named Ruby. The shouting between them in common among goron children.

"Yo, ZZ! I think that old man Doron got wise and dug out!"

"Haha! Yeah, I get'ya leader!"

"You guys go too fast! Wait up!"

The trio headed into the garden without fail. Obsirunia spotted the pile of leaves that led up to the garden and picked up the speed. The flora flew fast, flurries forming far from the spinning boy. The sticks gave way, and the brash boy fell in.

"HEY! WHOA! GET ME OUTTA HERE!"

"Sorry leader, your rules says every man for himself!"

"Even though some of us are girls too!"

The pair raced off, leaving the flowers in tact. The leader was stuck at the bottom of the hole, the soil to soft to grab onto. Obsirunia tried to dig to the side and make a slope, but it would take a while...