Gathering in a blob of green, a lttle grey, and even a dash of red goblins, they prepared to journey out. Carried with them were snacks, courtesy of the munch cult. There was a circle of untreated hide around the warrior goblin leader. He now had quite the powerful defensive force. No meat survived the feast of the goblins. The meat was quite tasty, so the goblins thought it best to get more. With a few goals in mind, the goblins walked forward, into a brighter future!
The last goblins steps could no longer be heard. The goblins in the cave numbered merely 66. By no means a small number, but a lack of quantity is never good for the green goblins. Perhaps soon, the expiditionary force may return, but for now, the goblins must sate theit munchies. (And their naps)
Mr. Goblin had awoken from his nap to find that the cave had seemed emptier. Why would the cave be smaller? What is a cave? Whats a what? Sinple questions really. He did his routine of munch, almost eating 16 shrooms. His massive frame reauired more, and he simply wanted more. For a goblin, sufficient is never enough. (I just got back from reading a different novel on here and I noticed how they had 2000 plus words a chapter. Ooof) All in all, life continued with an increasing number of goblins, and increasing number of spores, and a decreasing number of space.
The first signs of change occured roughly 5 to 6 naps after the expiditionary force left. A plodding shuffle could be heard faintly past the exit. The groups prepared themselves, raising the few rocks that were not taken with the expidition. With bated breath the throwers waited, and their tension was answered. A goblin had stepped into the cave! The first one to ever return. It was somehow familiar, but that would be impossible, no goblin in the cave was that big besides the elder, and no goblin had the reaources to create equipment. Yet, with all those factors, clearly this goblin was the group leader sent out a few naps ago. He was wearing armor, obtained through unknown means(Literally makeshift, no metal or leathers.) ,but most importantly, most impressively, most joyously, he brandished a stick! A mighty stick was discovered! No doubt this mighty artifact sealed the leaders position of power. Such a envious goblin, holding such war gear, he is surely to be unstoppable. Many goblins eyes were mesmerized at the sight of the leader. Not by his looks, but his equipment sure does look juicy... MY PRECIOUS. Many gazes full of an emotion only describable as envy appeared towards his armors, but most importantly, his stick.