Rookie Trotsky has been called "a very convincing conniver" by at least one zombie.  This is obviously not possible, as Trotsky is a only a cork from a completely unremarkable bottle of Chardonnay.

Trotsky was dropped into Improbable Central by a crow who had carried him from Squat Hole.((This was after he served as a plug for a skull-faucet on [[harris|someone]]'s noggin, but all the blood's gone now. Puddles are like Roman baths for corks, you see.)) He has a smiley face drawn on him.  He got stuck in the stocks fairly often, before they were demolished.

He also has two neighbors: a pebble with a frowny face drawn on it, supplied by [[sugar-hi unicorn]] when the two met and the skull of a former (now deceased) ninja, supplied by The Dastardly Genteel RP Whistle, to make a point.  Pebble usually spends its time in the grass, as it gets kicked more often than Trotsky does. Brentley is currently in a tree near the Prancing Spiderkitty.

All Trotsky does is look and smile.  It's all he can do.
But now, thanks to the head of a certain illegal biotechnology corporation and his ballpoint pen, he has a monocle.  There is also a facial scar on his cheek, drawn with a quill by the man known only as Svergon. Plus a tiny magic top hat made by a strange, heavily armed musician. 

There have also been the matters of ichor, ample cleavage, brain surgery, heavy drinking, being stabbed by the [[kuroiten|Narrator]], becoming a costumed vigilante, singing, barfighting, and the crossing ocean blue.  He has known triumph, tragedy, and hardship. Trotsky is //the most interesting cork in the world//.