You, a young troll, stand in your solaceshack. It just so happens that today, the 12th bilunar perigee of the 6th dark season's equinox, is the worst day of your miserable life.
It should be noted that you feel that way about every day regardless, and have somewhat built up a tolerance to cosmic levels of angst.
So lost are you in the spirals of your own tortured soul, that your name is currently a defunct concept.
What will your name be?